Dean looked at Sam as he demanded, "Where is he?" shortly before he hung up the phone, "They've got Dad," he announced. I felt like crying again, "Meg?" Dean nodded his head, "What'd she say?" Sam asked as Dean headed over to me. "I just told you, Sammy. Okay. Okay," Dean sounded angry as he picked up the Colt and put it in his waistband, "What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked as he followed after him. Dean snatched the duffle, "We gotta go," Dean said picking me up with his free arm. "Why?" Sam asked as Dean leaned me towards his jacket, which I grabbed. "Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, all right. It knows we got the Colt. It's got Dad – it's probably coming for us next," Dean snapped. "Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come," Sam was being stupid again. Dean seemed to think so too, "Listen, tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving.... now!" Dean ordered as he walked out of the room, putting me and the duffle into the car. Sam stood in the doorway looking a bit astonished before he came out with his own bag, putting it in the trunk. The two were arguing as soon as we pulled onto the highway, "I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him," Sam kept insisting. Dean sent him a glare, "What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun," Dean informed, Sam shook his head. "What?" Dean demanded, glancing in his direction. "Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade? Dad, he might be...." Dean cut him off, "Don't!" At the same time I yelled, "Don't say that!" Dean glanced at me in the mirror as Sam turned his head to look at me, I guess he'd forgotten I was there. "We will finish this later," Dean practically hissed, pointing at Sam. Blue was just staring at the two wide-eyed while I glared at Sam.

Dean didn't stop driving until the next day when he pulled into a junkyard. There was a big dog laying on the hood of a ruined car, which barked at us as we pulled in. An older man opened the door a few moments after the dog went off, "Winchesters," I heard him mutter as we got closer, disappearing into his house. Dean carried me to the open door, Sam lingered behind. The house was full of books everywhere, the man was grabbing two flasks from the table. Dean set me down on the couch before following Sam into the other room, "Here you go," I heard the man offer quietly. "What is this – holy water?" Dean questioned. Blue appeared on the couch beside me, I glanced at him as he looked around the room, "This seems nice," he commented. " That one is. This is whiskey," the older man responded. "Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come," I heard Dean say. "Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help," I guessed Dean filled him in while I was asleep. "Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything," I hadn't heard about this. When was this? "Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people," the old man admitted. I got off of the couch and slowly wandered into the room they were in, Sam was reading over a book, "Yeah, I guess he does," Dean muttered. "And who's this?" the older man asked, looking at me. "That's Chris," Dean answered, walking over to pick me up, "Bobby, this book.... I've never seen anything like it," Sam commented, gaining the older man's attention. "Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright," Bobby said as he walked over to read over the page Sam was looking at. "Chris, why don't you go read this upstairs," Dean offered, grabbing a random book from the shelf. I took the book, staring down at the cover as Dean nudged me towards the stairs. "And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?" Sam asked as I started up the stairs. "Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel," I heard Sam chuckle at the response as I walked down a hall. There was a door open, so I headed inside that one. It was a storage room, I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Blue. I went and sat by the window, "Blue?" I heard him hum in acknowledgement. "I think you should go," he froze and looked at me, "What do you mean?" I set the book aside, "I don't want you to get hurt because of this, I want you to go away for a bit." He seemed to relax a bit, "I'm not going to go away, you might get hurt," Blue declared. I shook my head, "No, I want you to go away until this is over," I declared. His frown deepened, "You don't mean that." I nodded my head, "I do, I want you to go hang out with your other friend," I declared. Blue sent me a sad look before disappearing, I could hear the dog barking faintly from outside.        

I ignored all the noises from downstairs, closing the door before picking up the book Dean had handed me. It was about Norse Gods. I had only been reading it for twenty minutes before I heard Dean yelling for me, "Chris, it's time to go!" I closed the book, I was on the page that about Hel. I ran down the stairs, there was a sheet over an oddly human shaped figure on the floor, "Thanks... for everything. Be careful, alright?" Dean was saying as Sam was lingering by the door holding a book. "You just go find your Dad. And when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won't even try to shoot him this time," Bobby promised jokingly, Dean seemed to notice that I was staring at the figure on the floor. "Don't look at that," Dean commanded as he picked me up, heading out the door. The dog wasn't there either, but the chain that had been around its neck was broken.

We drove once more throughout the night, Dean had stopped at an iHop parking lot while Sam was in the car skimming over the book Bobby had given him. "Wha-?" I grumbled as I sat up, Sam jumped forward a bit before turning to the back. "Dean decided to order breakfast, Happy Birthday by the way," Sam closed the book. Dean opened the car door, holding a large plastic to-go bag full of take-out boxes. "We would go inside and eat, but we don't have time for that," Dean announced, shoving the bag onto Sam's lap as he started up the car. "Thanks D," I sat up groggily as Sam passed back a to-go box for me and a plastic cup. It smelled like hot chocolate. I found it a bit hard to believe it was already January, but then again we didn't exactly celebrate a lot of holidays. "Happy Birthday kiddo," Dean told me as he pulled out of the parking lot. I popped open my styrofoam container to find chocolate chocolate chip pancakes with powdered sugar, whipped cream, and more chocolate chips on top. "Oh God Dean, what did you get her?" I heard Sam ask as he glanced back at my food. "Better than any birthday cake I could've found," Dean told him, I could hear the smirk in his voice as he pulled onto the highway. I wished Blue was here, but it was better that he wasn't.

We stopped by some train tracks a couple hours later. The boys had gotten out, Sam was reading the book that he put on the hood and Dean was digging in the trunk. "You've been quiet," Sam commented. I could hear the clicking of a gun from the back, "Just getting ready," Dean responded, I guessed he was looking over the guns. "He's gonna be fine, Dean," Sam assured, I could hear him still flipping through pages. That was just before his abdomen disappeared from my window. It didn't take long for Dean to start complaining, "Dude, what are you drawing on my car!" I unbuckled my seat belt to turn around, but I could only see the trunk, "It's called a Devil's trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it," Sam informed. "So?" Dean sounded offended, I could hear some scratching from the back, "It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox," Sam went on. "So?" Dean repeated, I scooted over to the door and opened it before hopping out, "So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad," Sam told him as I walked over to Dean and held onto the flap of his jacket. "What are you talking about? We're bringing the Colt with us," Dean protested before looking down at me, "Go get back in the car. If there's any demons around I don't want them to see you," Dean ordered. I hit my head against his side with a groan, "Yes I'm a horrible person," Dean said as he gave me a push. "We can't take the colt, Dean. We've only got three bullets left. We can't just use them on any demon, we've got to use them on the demon," Sam whisper-yelled at Dean as I started back to my door. "No, we have to save Dad, Sam, okay? We're gonna need all the help we can get," Dean whisper-yelled back as I slammed my door closed, "Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun," Sam insisted. "I don't care, Sam. I don't care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants?" Dean practically hissed. If they were trying to make sure I wasn't hearing the argument, they weren't doing a very good job... "We want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too. Hell, I mean, you're the one who came and got me at school!" Dean interrupted Sam with a scoff, "You're the one who dragged me back into this, Dean. I'm just trying to finish it!" Sam snapped, my mind drifted back to a few weeks back when Sam said he was leaving after this... "Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? Chris and I are gonna be the ones to bury you. You're selfish, you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge," Dean snapped, voice raising. I blinked slowly and stared at the floor; I didn't want to do that. "That's not true, Dean," he cut Sam off with another scoff, "I want Dad back. But they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage and you know it, Dean. We can not bring that gun. We can't." There was silence for a moment, "Fine," Dean finally caved. "I'm serious, Dean," Sam snapped, his voice back at a whisper. "I said fine, Sam," Dean chafed, just before I heard a small thud and the trunk slammed closed. "Hey Chris," Dean's head appeared in my window. "Stay low, we'll be back soon okay? Stay in the car," I nodded my head with a small sigh. I kinda wanted to help this time. Dean ruffled my hair before he chased after Sam. I grabbed my book from the seat beside me before slipping onto the floor, settling in to wait.

Not twenty minutes later, the boys were back carrying Dad. Sam looked like someone had beaten him pretty badly. Sam and Dean hopped in the front after they'd tossed Dad in the back with me. Dad was sleeping, that's what Dean told me. There was a wet spot on Dad's shirt and his chin was bloody, it looked like he hadn't shaved in a while too. The blood on his chin was still wet, so I grabbed the napkins from my breakfast this morning and started wiping it off as Dean sped off; Sam was looking at his face in the rearview mirror. "Chris?" Dad groggily questioned, trying to sit up a bit. I was crouched on the floor with my book nudged under Sam's seat. "It's me Daddy," I muttered as I wiped off the last bit of blood. He eyed the blood soaked napkin as I put it to the side, I'd throw it out later. "Go back to sleep Daddy," I muttered, I could hear Sam turn back to look at the two of us. "Just relax Dad, Dean's driving us to a safehouse," he assured before turning back to the front. It didn't take long for Dad to drift back off. We were in the car until a bit after dark, Dean pulled up to a cabin in the woods, it made me uneasy. I didn't like the forest. I went inside and didn't relax until Sam had locked the door, Dean had carried Dad to a room in the back. Sam handed me a container of salt, "Go salt the bathroom and bedroom window," he ordered. I nodded my head and took off in that direction. I hadn't met a demon before, and I didn't plan on meeting one now. It didn't take me long to salt the bathroom, which only had one small window, and the bedroom had two. Dad was sleeping on top of the blankets, I hoped he wasn't hurt to bad. I made a face remembering how Sam's looked, they both refused to tell me what happened. "You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there," I heard Dean say as I left the bedroom. "You didn't have a choice, Dean," Sam's voice was soft. "Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me," Dean excused, he was facing the wall. Neither of them could see me from where I was, I left the bedroom door open so it wouldn't make noise. "Then what does?" Sam turned to look at Dean. "Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you or Dad or Chris, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just, uh .... it scares me sometimes," Sam just stared at him. "It shouldn't. You did good," I heard Dad say from behind me, just before he picked me up. "You're not mad?" Dean questioned, I hugged Dad's neck tightly. "For what?" Dad sounded a bit confused. "Using a bullet," Dean responded. "Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you – you watch out for this family. You always have," Dad sounded proud of him. "Thanks," Dean's voice was barely above a whisper. Dad didn't hand out compliments lightly. The lights flickered, causing the three to look out the window. I buried my face in Dad's neck, I didn't want to see outside. "It found us. It's here," Dad announced, Sam and Dean lingered behind as Dad looked out. "The demon?" Sam's voice sounded like Dean's had, but Dad interupted him at the end of his sentence, "Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door," Dad ordered before he put me on the found, "I already did it," Sam informed. Dad glanced up from me, "Well, check it, okay?" Dad ordered. Sam nodded his head, muttering a small, "Okay," before leaving the room. "Chris, take this and go salt the bathroom door," Dad ordered me as he handed me the container from the table. I turned and hurried off in that direction, "Dean, you got the gun?" was the last thing I heard before I closed the door, pouring salt in front of it. "Dean? What the hell's going on?" I heard Sam all but yell a few moments later. I couldn't hear what Dad or Dean were saying, but Sam was talking loud enough for me to hear, "What?" Was the last thing I could make out, I could hear the three's voices, but not their words. There were two loud thuds before something clattered to the floor. It sounded metallic. "I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?" Sam called out a few minutes later, I pressed my ear against the door ot try to hear, but they weren't close enough. "Funny, but that's all part of your M.O., isn't it?" Dad called out before his voice got quieter, what? Who was he talking to? I glanced at the salt on the floor before opening the door a little, I couldn't see anything. That was just before Dean gave out a small cry of pain followed by Sam yelling, "Dean! No!" I opened the door further, I could see Dean pinned against the wall with Dad standing in front of him. As Dad turned, I could see blood dripping from Dean's chest. Dad's gaze fixed on me, but his eyes weren't the soft brown they had been; instead, they were a bright yellow. He raised a hand and flicked it to the side, I gave a yelp as I was thrown back into the bathroom. Pain filled my head as it hit the hard wall before smacking into the floor. My head lolled to the side as black spots filled my vision.

I woke up in the back of the car. "Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital's only ten minutes away," Sam was saying, it sounded like he was trying to assure himself more than himself. I made a small groan, my head hurt so much my ears were ringing and everything was spinning. "I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before everything," Dad snapped at Sam. Sam was driving, why wasn't Dean driving? I glanced to the side to see Dean slumped over, leaning against the window. I glanced down at my shirt, did I throw up? I don't think Dean would forgive me if I threw up in his car... "No, sir. Not before everything. Look, we've still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon....." Sam was cut off by something slamming into the back of the car. I was once again, thrown from my position; the last thing I remember is my head slamming into the console.