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Post by Crista Shaline on Sept 30, 2007 20:57:24 GMT -5
The only thing that Crista could hear was the sound of her heart beating fast in her chest and her footsteps and the footsteps of the person chasing her. She ran from the person but the person kept catching up. It had seen her transform into a wolf and now it wanted to kill her, the worst thing was the person was a hunter. She tripped but picked herself up quickly. She ran down an alley only to have it be a dead end. She turned to see a gun pointed at her. Tears dropped down her face. HELP ME!!!! she screamed, hoping someone heard her.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 1, 2007 15:03:21 GMT -5
Sam was near by only by accident. Dean had caught wind of a werewolf out around this part of town and well hell even Sam was itching for a hunt. Sam peered out of the impala's window as Dean pulled over and grabbed a gun. Not to far off Sam could hear the sound of someone yelling, but assumed it was just some stupid college kid with nothing better to do. Dean chuckled and Sam shook his head and looked towards the forest. As they grew closer to the sound Sam's expression changed from one of carefree to one of pain and anger. He ran ahead leaving Dean yelling in the background. The only thing Sam said to Dean was, "Crista."
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Post by Crista Shaline on Oct 1, 2007 17:18:45 GMT -5
Crista inched farther from the hunter that was only a few feet away. She slid her backpack to the ground, inside was her greatest possesion. She was a werewolf by genetics so she could control the wolf side of her by a simple injection that a friendly doctor had created for her. Every full moon and every time that she felt out of control she injected herself with the liquid. She knew that the hunter didn't care he justed wanted to rid the world of her. She saw him smirk before he pulled the trigger and put a silver bullet in her shoulder. She slumped over in pain as the sliver flowed through her veins. She was still allergic to the silver. She heard him walk closer and she looked up at him. She saw the pistol aimed at her again. She closed her eyes tight as she waited for the fatal bullet.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 1, 2007 19:14:05 GMT -5
Sam ran until he finally saw the shot being aimed and fired at Crista's shoulder. Sam panicked for a second then regained his composure. "Hey bitch, over here! Sam saw the hunters eyes glance to Sam and give a puzzeled look. Sam glanced at Crista then ran over to her, wrapping her small body within his arms. "Leave the hell alone with her. Sam was almost taken aback by his sudden use of language and bravery. He looked down and Crista and whipsered to her. Its gonna be alright, your safe now. Sam remembered the simlar words once to him by Dean. Sam would do anything to save her, he cared about her and finally Sam was tired of losing those he loved.
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Post by Crista Shaline on Oct 1, 2007 20:48:38 GMT -5
Crista heard the familiar voice reach her ears. She slowly opened her eyes when she felt arma around her. She looked up surprised when she saw it was Sam, her cheeks turning red against her now paling skin. Sam?! Her breath quickened as the silver traveled farther into her bloodstream. You have to take it out. You have to take out the bullet now or I'll die. She had never told Sam her secret but she hoped that he would do it. If he took her to the closest hospital, she would be dead before they reached the car. She pointed to her pack, Then take a syringe out and put it close to the wound.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 2, 2007 15:14:39 GMT -5
Sam flanced at Crista undeasy for a second, fearing he would only hurt her more. He did as she said though and pressed the syringe deep near the wound. He pressed her head firm against his chest and rock a bit back and forth. He glanced at the hunter who started running away by now. Dean suddenly was at Sam's side and looked at him with a curious look as to ask who the hell is this. Sam knew better than to tell Dean about Crista, he had a crush on her awhile back before their falling out. He hadn't seen her since that night at the bar when Sam told her the secret of their family. Oddly she was more furious than freaked out, for why Sam would never know.
Sam threw Dean a shut-up look and glanced down at Crista. Better? He desperatly hoped for a answer along the lines of yes. If not remember I was pre-law not pre-med Sam chuckled a bit as he said this, feeling Crista's body slightly shake in his arms.
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Post by Crista Shaline on Oct 2, 2007 19:43:19 GMT -5
Crista didn't move when Sam tended to her wound. She smiled slightly at the feel of the injection. She felt the medicine traveling in her veins and killing the dangerous silver. She smiled when she felt Sam place her head against his chest and rock her in his arms. Her arms began to drift close but she opened them when she heard Sam speak to her. Yes. Well I think you should be, those were the gentlest hands that I have ever felt. She smiled and pressed her face into his shirt, taking in the sweet scent of him as she began to drift off.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 2, 2007 19:46:04 GMT -5
He smiled a laughed slightly at her words. He looked at her the strong urge to be the boyfriend figured but held back. He gently raised her up into his arms and walked her towards the impala, Dean following. "You shouldn't be alone tonight.
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Post by Crista Shaline on Oct 2, 2007 19:53:19 GMT -5
Crista smiled when she felt him pick her up. She was probably the lightest thing that he had ever carried. She opened her eyes and saw Dean carrying her pack. Her eyes drifted up to Sam a smile forming on her face. I don't want to be alone either, I want to be with you.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 2, 2007 21:04:15 GMT -5
Sam again smiled at her words. I know, and I'll be here. And he ment it too. He laid her down in the back of the car and hopped into the passengar side. He gave her a quick sympathetic smile as they all drove back to the hotel.
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Post by Crista Shaline on Oct 2, 2007 21:09:21 GMT -5
Crista smiled at his words. She couldn't beleive that she was with Sam. She returned the smile that Sam gave her. She laid her head on the seat. She humm of the engine and the rythm of the car drifted her to sleep.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 2, 2007 21:15:08 GMT -5
Sam watched her slowly fall into a sleep and smiled once again. It seemed ever since Crista showed up smiling was the norm for him. He glanced at Dean who softly spoke saying, "She seems nice." Sam smiled and looked out the window. "I know. The rest of the ride was silent until they reached the hotel. Sam shook Crista gently and looked at her. "Hey...were here.
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Post by Crista Shaline on Oct 2, 2007 21:21:24 GMT -5
It seemed like that she was out for a few minutes when she felt a slight shake. She opened her eyes to see Sam next to her. She smiled and rose from her position, wiping her eyes. She stepped out from the back seat.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 2, 2007 21:25:06 GMT -5
Sam stretched his arms as he walked around the side almost bumping into Crista. His akward tall-ness striked again. He smiled and walked casually to their front door of the hotel while Dean followed with the keys. Sam exchanged a quick look at Dean who shrugged and unlocked the door as they all followed in. Sam looked at Crista and smiled. "Its not the Ritz, but it works. Sam said refering to their room. Him and Dean had their share of cheap, crappy motels...so this was nothing new to them.
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Post by Crista Shaline on Oct 2, 2007 21:27:32 GMT -5
Crista smiled at Sam. She followed them up to the motel. She stepped inside when the door was opened. She looked around. She walked over to a bed and sat on the edge and looked at Sam, It's not bad.
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