Every Winchester Has Its Day

After being sucked into the world of the supernatural, Christie Levi joins her father Dean and Uncle Sammy in the hunting of the paranormal, along with the help of a young prophet, on a furry new case. After everything that happened in Utah, Christie is determined to learn all she can, not only about hunting, but her father as well. Why didn’t he come for her when her mother died? How did he find out about her? And what has the mysterious angel, Castiel, been hiding from the both of them? Maybe Dean wasn’t such a crappy father as she had believed…
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8. Chapter 6.

“I need to get out of here,” Christie said, quickly grabbing her jacket from the back of one of the chairs that sat by the table before stepping towards the door of the motel room, “Let’s go get something to eat, or something,” Christie sighed. She put her hand on the doorknob before stopping and swiftly turning around. “Dean,” she muttered softly, “Were you still here when you, uh, turned?”

Dean barked loudly up at Christie before running up to the door and jumping up at door, clawing at the wood. Christie quickly turned the doorknob and Dean dashed out towards the Impala which still sat in the parking lot. 

“Where are the keys, Dean?” Christie asked looking down at him.

Dean walked over to the driver’s side of the car and stuck his head under. When he brought his head back out, the keys to the car were in his mouth, between his teeth. Christie smiled lightly and took the keys from his mouth. “Good boy,” she chuckled softly, petting Dean’s head.

Christie looked up at Kevin, who stood by the motel room door, “Get in,” She said gesturing to the passengers seat. “Come on, Sammy,” Christie opened the door to the backseat and Sam came around the corner of the car and hopped inside.

Kevin opened the passenger door of the Impala and before he could get inside Dean dashed around his legs and hopped in the vehicle. “Are you serious?” Kevin mumbles.

“Really, Dean?” Christie says opening the driver’s side door and bending down slightly to see Dean sitting in the passengers seat, turning his head to look at her. Dean grumbled softly and laid down in the passengers seat, looking up at Christie with big eyes. “Dean, get in the back,” Christie said motioning to the back seat. Dean barked softly continuing to look up at Christie.

“Dean,” Christie mumbled climbing into the driver’s seat, “either you get in the back like a good boy and let Kevin sit in the passenger seat, or you can stay here by yourself for a few hours with out any food,”

Dean lifted his head and glared up at Christie before sluggishly standing and jumping into the back of the car. “Thank you,” Kevin mumbled under his breath before climbing into the vehicle.

Christie put the key into the ignition and started up the car. “Where do you want to go?” Christie asked Kevin pulling out of the parking lot. “Um, it doesn’t really matter,” Kevin said turning to Christie, “Wherever you want,”



Christie pulled into the parking lot of a local diner and cut off the engine of the Impala, before stepping out of the vehicle and putting the keys in her pocket. Kevin opened the door to the backseat of the car and Sam and Dean quickly hopped out.

“You two better behave,” Christie mumbled to Sam and Dean as the four walked to the front door of the diner.

“What if they don’t allow dogs?” Kevin whispered to Christie as he opened the door for her.

“It’ll be fine,” Christie whispered back stepping inside, “I got an idea,”

“Hello,” a hostess beamed walking up to Kevin and Christie, “Welcome to Joe’s, I’m Ashley an-,” she froze the moment she saw Sam and Dean sat by Christie’s feet. “Are those dogs?”

“Um,” Christie looked down at the two animals beside her, “Yes?” she said looking back up at the hostess. “I’m sorry but we don’t allow regular dogs here,” Ashley muttered awkwardly.

“What do you mean ‘regular dogs?’” Christie asked, shifting her weight on her feet. “We only allow service dogs,” Ashley said, glancing down at Sam and Dean.

“Oh, well,” Christie said in a hushed tone as she stepped toward the hostess, “you see my stepbrother here,” she muttered gesturing over to Kevin, “he kinda has an inner ear problem as well as being like almost completely blind in his right eye and Sammy here,” Christie said gesturing over to the shaggy haired animal by her feet, “is his service dog, helps him get around so he doesn’t bump into anything or whatever. Dean on the other hand,” she said pointing to the grey haired hound that sat by Kevin, “he's for anxiety and depression and you know, stuff like that. Danny, my stepbrother, his hormone levels are all out of wack and sometimes he can get a little, um,  ‘over emotional,’ and Dean is to sort of calm him down so he doesn’t have like a panic attack or something,”

“Oh,” Ashley whispered softly. She looked around Christie at Kevin and the dogs. Sam nudged his snout in Kevin’s right hand and Dean licked at his fingers of his left hand. “Um, okay,” the hostess mumbled quickly looking around behind her and then turns to face Christie, “Follow me,” 

Christie grinned lightly and the four began to follow Ashley to a table. “Your stepbrother?” Kevin mumbled in Christie’s ear, “You couldn’t have said boyfriend or something?”

“Shut up,” Christie hissed as Ashley laid down two menus on a booth table, “Work with me on this,” she said quickly before looking up at Ashley with a smile, “Thank you,” Christie smiled sliding into the booth. Dean hopped into the booth beside Christie as Kevin and Sam sat in front of him.

“What can I get you to drink?” Ashley asked pulling a notebook from her apron.

“Danny!” Christie said turning to face Kevin, “What do you want to drink?” she asked enunciating her words.

“Uh, huh?” Kevin mumbled leaning forward, turning his head so he could ‘hear better.’

Christie leaned forward and took a deep breath, “What do you want to drink?” she said raising her voice.

“To drink?” Kevin asked loudly scrunching his face, “Sweet tea,” he said leaning back. Christie leaned back and turned to Ashley with a smile, “He’ll have a sweet tea,”

“Um, and you ma’am,” Ashley asked.

“Coke, please,” Christie mumbled. “Oh, we’re all out of Coca Cola,” Ashely mumbled through her teeth, “Is there anything else you’d like?”

“Crap, uh, I guess I’ll have a sweet tea as well,” Christie sighed.

“Alrighty then,” Ashley smiled, “I’ll be right back,”

Christie watched Ashley from the corner of her eye and waited for her to be out of sight before turning back to Kevin. “So what are we going to do?” Christie mumbled leaning towards Kevin.

“About what?” Kevin whispered confused. Christie blinked and slowly lowered her head, shaking it softly. “About the witch, Kevin,” Christie groaned, “How are we supposed to find and kill her?”

“Cas said he wou-,” Kevin began to say but Christie quickly interrupted, “I don’t give a shit what Cas said,” she grumbled leaning back in the booth, “I don’t trust him,” Dean turned to Christie and tilted his head slightly.

“Christie,” Kevin mumbled softly, “Cas was different then, he didn’t understand the way humans felt, he’s learning. Why do you think he showed you what real happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” Christie said picking up her menu, “Can we just get some food now? Please?”

“Fine,” Kevin sighted lightly.

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