It had been four days since the... Mary incident. I'd had nightmares about her for each of those nights and I refused to look at mirrors. Dean had finally decided that I no longer needed the sling, but I wasn't allowed to strain my arm, which was annoying when I tried to bring my bag into a motel. We pulled up to a gas station, "All right, I figure we hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight..." Sam was busy messing with his phone, "Sam wears women's underwear," Dean went on in the same tone. "I'm listening, I'm just busy," Sam told him as he messed with his phone some more. Dean looked confused, "Busy doing what?" Sam continued to use the stylus that went to his phone as I sat up. "Reading emails," Sam answered shortly as Dean got out of the car. I wrapped my blanket tightly around my shoulders and looked out the window, the gas station looked old; not as old as some we'd stopped at, but still old. "Emails from who?" Dean asked, looking even more confused. "From my friends at Stanford," Sam still hadn't looked up from his phone. "You're kidding," I couldn't see Dean, but I could tell he was trying not to laugh. "You're kidding, you still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Sam glanced out the window at Dean as he grabbed the gas nozzle and moved to the back of the car, "Why not?" Now Sam was confused. "Well... What exactly do you tell them; you know, about where you been, what you been doing?" I grabbed Sylvester from the floor and clung to him. "I tell them I'm on a road trip with my big brother. I tell them I needed some time off after Jess," Sam answered simply. "So you lie to them?" I asked from the backseat. Sam got offended, "No. I just don't tell them everything," Sam told me as he looked at me from the crack between his headrest and the wall of the car. "Yeah, that's called lying, Sam," Dean assured him as he waited for the gas to pump. "I mean, yeah, telling them the truth is far worse," Dean adds after a moment. Sam stuck his head out the window to argue, "So what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam asked, then he saw the look on Dean's face, "You're serious?" he asked incredulously. "Look it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people," Dean told him. "You're kinda anti-social, you know that?" Sam sassed as he got back onto scrolling through his phone. Dean poked his head through my window, "You hungry short stuff?" he asked, I nodded hesitantly. Dean pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, "Here, go get me something too," Dean told me as he handed me his wallet. I gave an exaggerated sigh and climbed out of the car and made my way inside the gas station. The inside looked nicer than the outside and there was a teenager behind the front desk. She didn't acknowledge me as I made my way around the store, grabbing snack foods and a few waters. She was organizing the candy in front of the front desk as I headed toward the checkout, I grabbed two Hershey's bars and put them on the counter with the rest of the things I'd grabbed, "That all it'll be for ya'?" the lady asked, I shyly nodded as she finished scanning everything. "That'll be $10.42," she told me as she bagged everything. I pulled a ten and a one from Dean's wallet and handed it to her, "Keep the change," I added, knowing Dean's hatred for change. She handed the bags down to me, "Have a nice day," she told me as I piped in a small, "You too," before heading out of the store. Dean was leaned over the car with his head in Sam's window, "Saint Louis is four hundred miles behind us Sam," I heard as I got closer. When I saw Sam giving the puppy eyes I knew that's where we were going.

"Short stack, why did you only grab water?" Dean asked confusedly as he drove down the road, digging through the bag I'd bought at the same time. "Because it doesn't go flat and you complain when your soda goes flat after only taking a sip of it," I told him as I bit into a Dorito. Sam was smirking, "Ha," Sam told him as he reached for the other Hershey's bar. "That's Dean's you giraffe." It was Dean's turn to laugh as he snatched the candy bar from Sam's hand.

It took us four and a half hours to get there and another twenty to find the girl's house. Dean carried me to the door as Sam was already halfway there. Dean got to the door just as the girl opened it, she was a blonde. "Oh my God, Sam," the girl sounded shocked that he was there. "Well if it isn't Little Becky," Sam teased, she moved in for a hug, "You know what you can do with that 'Little Becky' crap," she sassed back. "I got your email," Sam started as he pulled back from the hug. "I didn't think that you would come here," Dean decided to step in, "Dean, older brother," he greeted as he offered a hand, still holding me. "And who's this?" she asked, referring to me. "This is Chris," Dean answered as he put me on the ground, "Your little sister?" Becky asked Sam, who nodded. "Anyways, we're here to help, whatever we can do," Sam told her as I hid behind Dean's leg. Becky opened the door farther, "Come in," I held onto Dean's jacket as we walked inside. It looked really nice inside, like fancy nice; she even had stairs. "Nice place," Dean told her, voicing my thoughts. "It's my parent's place, I was crashing here when everything happened," she told him as we walked into the kitchen. "I decided to take the semester off, I'm gonna stay until Zach's free," she added as she turned to look at us. "Where are your folks?" Sam asked as he looked around. "They live in Paris for half the year, so they're on their way home now for the trial," she told us, they must be stupid rich then. "Do you guys want a beer or something?" she offered. Dean grinned and pointed at her, "No thanks," Sam told her, ruining Dean's mood. "So... tell us what happened," Sam told her as he leaned against the counter. You could feel the mood change. "Well, um, Zach had came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bleeding and she wasn't breathing, and so he... he called 911 and the police showed up, and... they arrested him. But the thing is, the only way that Zach could have killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police have a video, it's from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zach coming home at 10:30. Now Emily was killed just after that, but I swear he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight." Sam kept looking at Dean as she talked, Dean had a hand holding the back of my jacket so I wouldn't wander. "You know, maybe we could see the crime scene, Zach's house," Sam started, but Dean interrupted, "We could?" I already knew how this was going to end. "Why? What could you do?" Becky asked. "Well me? Not much, but Dean's a cop," Sam lied through his teeth. Dean chuckled nervously, "A detective, actually," Dean glaring at Sam. "Really? Where?" Becky was suddenly much more interested in Dean. "Bisbee, Arizona, but I'm off duty now." Dean also lied through his teeth. "I don't know... You guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just... I don't know," Becky sounded unsure. "Beck, look, I know Zach didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent," Sam told her, using his consolation voice. "Okay," well that was easy. "I'm gonna go get the keys," she told us before she left the room. Dean whistled, "Oh, you're a real straight shooter with your friends." Dean turned to face Sam, I was still holding onto his jacket. "Look, Zach and Becky need our help," Sam was quiet when he spoke. "I just don't think this is our kind of problem," Dean told him honestly. "Two places at once? We've looked into less," Dean gave an exaggerated sigh. I knew we were going to end up going...

"You're staying in the car," Dean told me as we pulled outside of a house closed off with yellow tape. I had no problem with that. Becky got out of the car and followed the boys inside. I pulled out my new book and picked up where I'd left off, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover were about to leave the underworld.

They were in there for almost an hour. Becky was trying not to cry when they all got back in the car and the ride was silent other than Dean's music as we headed back to her house.

When we got back, I sat in the living room on the couch reading my book. Sam was upstairs with Dean and Becky watching a video Dean said I wasn't allowed to watch. Becky came downstairs, "Do you want anything to eat?" she asked me as she moved to stand in front of the couch. I shrugged, I was hungry, but I also didn't want to be rude. "I'm making the guys some sandwiches, do you want one?" Well if Dean was getting one... "Sure," I told her quietly, she nodded her head before going to the kitchen. She came back with a ham and cheese sandwich and put it on the table with a cup of what looked like apple juice, "Here ya' go," she told me before going back into the kitchen and heading back upstairs the boys sandwiches. I moved to the floor, hesitantly putting my bookmark into my book before I started to eat.

I must've fallen asleep on the couch, but I woke up in a bed with Dean pulling on one of his layers of flannel. I sat up and rubbed my eye, "You're staying here," he told me as he pulled on Dad's leather jacket. "Sam had a realization, just go back to bed. Becky'll be here if you need anything," Dean told me as he ruffled my hair. I groaned and flopped back on the bed to go back to sleep.

I woke up around eight. I could distantly smell bacon, which got my attention. I rolled out of the bed and headed downstairs, taking Sylvester with me. Becky was in the kitchen frying bacon with her back turned to the doorway. She was humming a song, but I didn't know what it was. She turned around and jumped, obviously startled. "Jesus I forgot you were here!" she exclaimed, dropping her spatula. After a few moments, "Are you hungry?" she asked after she recovered from her shock and started washing off the spatula. I nodded my head, "It's almost done, you can go take a seat," she motioned to the dining table. I went over there and sat down, putting Sylvester on the table. Becky put a small plate of food in front of me, I gave a small thank you as she sat across from me. The meal was awkward, "Do you want me to wash that for you?" she asked halfway through the meal, motioning towards Sylvester. I hesitantly nodded, he did have a few stains... Becky stood up after we'd both finished eating and took the plates and put them in the sink, "Do you want me to do that now or later?" I thought about it for a moment before slowly handing her Sylvester. "He's cute," she told me before heading off, I guessed she was going to the laundry room. I went to the couch and picked up my book to pick up where I'd left off last night.

I heard Becky loudly arguing with someone over the phone upstairs almost an hour later. I tried to ignore it in favor of reading, but she was pretty loud with it... It didn't help that it echoed throughout the house. I only made out a, "No goodbye Sam!" before she went quiet. I went back to my book, hoping she wouldn't kick me out for Sam and Dean's stupidity.

It was dark and the boys still hadn't come back, I was starting to get worried. It was after 10:00 when there was a knock on the door. I heard Becky go downstairs, I stayed in the game room sitting on a beanbag. I liked beanbags. I moved to the hallway near the top of the stairs, "Oh you do?" I heard Becky say, but then I heard Dean's voice, "Well, no, not exactly. But I can take a guess... 'Get off my porch?'" I heard. "That's about right," Becky told him. "I admit it, we lied, thought I'd try to explain myself." It sounded like Dean, but Dean didn't apologize for this sort of thing... "Sam told me not to come, but I thought, 'What the hell? I have to try.'" I could hear Becky open the door farther. I heard their steps go into the living room, so I moved to lean against the railing to hear after a few minutes. "So you're saying that there's something out there, that made itself look like my brother?" I heard Becky ask, definitely not Dean. He wouldn't expose that to her, especially if she hasn't seen anything. "A shapeshifter," I heard Dean say next. I couldn't call Dean, what if it had his phone? I didn't have Sam's either... I was stuck! "Yeah, maybe we're crazy," that was the shifter. "I mean look, you said it yourself, Zach was in two places at once, tell me how that could happen." Shifter, what was he trying to accomplish by exposing himself? "Okay so, this thing, it can make itself look like anybody?" Becky sounded judgemental, like she didn't believe him. Why couldn't she just connect the dots? I slowly started to back up, maybe Pastor Jim would answer? He would be asleep though, he never answered the phone when he was asleep... I didn't know anyone else to call! Dad wouldn't answer. "You are disgusting! Just get the hell out of here!" I heard Becky yell. "Oh calm down? What is wrong with you!" I heard her yell again. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!" I heard the shifter yell. "I'm calling the police," I heard, just before I heard something being thrown and then Becky screaming. I took off running down the hall, "Chris, come on. Don't be scared, it's just me," I heard the shifter start coming up the stairs after a few minutes. I went back into the game room and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I opened the window before hiding in the cabinet. I heard Dean, no, the shifter walking down the hall as he called for me. "Come on Chris, don't hide from me," he called, he was in the game room. I started shaking. I heard the doorknob jiggle, "Christina open the door!" he yelled. I tried not to whimper as the door was kicked in. His steps entered the room, slowly as they got to the window. "You know, trying to fool me doesn't help when I can read your thoughts," I screamed as the cabinet opened.

The shifter tied me up to a table leg, the table was bolted to the floor. I listened as he tortured Becky, I tried not to look, but the shifter made me at a few points. He cut my cheek at one point; it wasn't deep, but it still stung. "You're a nice girl Rebecca, I mean, I liked you. Believe me, it makes it harder." The shifter told her as he wiped off his knife. "You too Chris, such an obedient little sister," I glared at him, "You are not my brother you shapeshifter muggle!" He actually looked taken aback that I'd actually have the nerve to talk to him like that. But it didn't last long before he backhanded me, making Becky cry out. "Shut up you little ungrateful little sh*t," he snapped at me before turning back to Becky. A gunshot sounded distantly, making Becky cry out again, the shifter shushed her, putting the knife near her face. Just before he ran out of the room. I chose that moment to scream, loudly. Gunshots echoed throughout the house before someone opened the door. Red lasers moved around the room as three men entered the room, "You're okay," they kept saying as they untied Becky, who pointed at me. They seemed to only just then notice me, one of them ran to my side as the other two started to get Becky up. "Hey, there little lady," the man who was cutting my binds greeted. I shied away when he picked me up and followed the other two out of the house and into an ambulance.

The hospital kept us overnight and the cops wouldn't leave us alone. The doctors actually had to shoo them away from us, it didn't last long on me though. I wasn't hurt nearly as bad as Becky was. The doctors tried to ask about the scar from the Wendigo, but I hadn't spoken to anyone since the shifter. I didn't tell the cops anything, I didn't tell the doctors anything, I didn't even talk to Becky until we were leaving. We hadn't even walked halfway home when we were pulled into an alley. I didn't see who it was before pain filled the back of my head and everything went black.

I woke up to slow steps walking around, I was tied up again, so I assumed the shifter had taken us again. I couldn't see anything, there was a cloth over my face. I heard a cloth being yanked back, "Becca?" I heard Dean, no, the shifter say. "Where's Chris?" I heard him ask just before the cloth over my head was yanked back. I gave a whimper and refused to look up. I didn't want to see that thing wearing Dean's face again. "Hey, hey, hey Chris it's okay, it's me. It's actually me, see?" I glanced up to see Dean holding one of the bullets I'd helped him make, it was silver. I started to cry and Dean quickly cut the ropes off of my ankles and wrists before doing the same to Becky. "We need to go, Sam went to see you both," he told us as he picked me up and lead us out.

Dean made me stay in the car as he ran inside with Becky, I curled up under my blanket and moved to the floor. If anyone were to look through the window, it would just look like a blanket had been tossed onto the floor. I thought about being somewhere else though, I didn't want that thing to find me again. Dean came out not five minutes later followed by Becky and Sam. "Short stack you need to hop out of the car, I need to disappear for a bit," he told me, I came out from under the blanket and hesitantly got out of the car. He rubbed my back and crouched in front of me, "It's okay now, it's gone. I killed it okay?" I jumped up to wrap my arms around his neck. "I know," he assured me as he rubbed my back. It didn't catch me off guard when he picked me up and brought me over to Sam, who took me into his arms. "Watch her," Dean told him sternly before he got into the car and drove off. It wasn't long before the cops showed up.

Dean showed up the next day, the cops had barely even conducted an investigation, they were just happy that the case was over with. I was already in the car with my blanket around my shoulders. Becky walked over to the car and poked her head in through the window, "Hey Chris, I thought I should let you have this guy back before you go." That caught my attention, I looked over to see her holding Sylvester. I gently took him from her and brought him to my chest. "Stay safe okay Chris?" she told me before she went back over to her house. "So what about your friend Zach?" I heard Dean ask as he opened his door. "Oh, the cops are blaming this Dean Winchester guy for Emily's murder. Found the murder weapon in the guy's lair, Zach's clothes stained with her blood. Now they're thinking that maybe the surveillance tape was tampered with. Yeah, Becca says Zach will be released soon," Sam told him before opening his own door.  As we got onto the highway, Dean looked back at me, "Hey Chris?" I looked back at him, "I'm got you a present because of what happened. If you ever don't think it's not actually me, or Sam, or anyone, just shake their hand," he told me as he pulled a ring out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was plain but very thick. "It's pure silver, it'll burn any shifter who touches it. It's thick because we'll get it expanded as you get older," Dean told me as he glanced back from the road and me again. I put the ring on my finger and leaned up to hug him. He pat my arm with the arm he never put on the steering wheel before silence filled the car for a few moments. "I'm sorry man," Dean glanced at Sam after a while. Sam looked over at him, his black eye very obvious in the rearview mirror, "About what?" Dean glanced at the road and then at Sam, "I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be Joe college and that Chris could go to school and not have to worry about any of this." Sam sighed, "It's okay. You know, truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in. I don't think Chris would either," Dean glanced over at Sam again with a smirk, "Well, that's because you're both freaks," I rolled my eyes and continued to look at my ring. "Hell, we all are. I'm right there with ya' all the way," Dean assured as he looked back to the road. Sam scoffed, "Yeah, I know you are." Dean looked thoughtfully at his rearview mirror, "You know, I got to say, I'm sorry I'm gonna miss it." Sam looked confused, so did I, "Miss what?" Sam asked. "How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?" Dean joked, another smirk filling his face. Sam and I both rolled our eyes at his antics.