Hey guys! So, for those of you who know me, no introduction is needed, except that I'm really sorry I haven't posted anything in, seemingly, forever. I'm trying to see what creative juices are stirring around in my head, so mhopefully I'll have something other than this story out for you. Maybe. I hope.

For those of you that DON'T know me: Hi! I've adopted this story from one of my best friends, MrsJHale44. She was no longer able to write it and I had an idea for its continuation. So, I hope you all enjoy it. Personally, I think it's some of my better writing(at least on this site) so far, so I'm pretty proud of it.

"Ugh. What's the point?" Casey looked like she was trying to hold back from punching these new weird guys that had no business asking about Claire, according to her.

"We just want to help." Sam explained, trying to be as sympathetic as possible.

"We think we know what kind of freak did this." Casey lifted her head from the table where she had laid it down.

"What?" Sam looked over to Dean, clearly disgruntled that Dean was being so open with their secret, but Dean pressed on.

"We might know what's responsible for what happened to your friend."

"Woah. Wait a minute. So…you believe me?" shock was evident on Casey's face. Sam took over, attempting to cover up some suspicion that this girl might have acquired.

"Well, what he means to say is that…" Sam took a minute to think of something that wouldn't blow their cover. "We just want to know your side of the story."

Casey made a disgruntled face before deciding that she didn't really care if these guys thought she was crazy. She thought she was crazy herself. She began her story, telling them about how she was walking to the minimarket down the street to get a few groceries for their apartment when a weird sensation came over her and she suddenly wasn't able to control her own movements. Her body was moving on its own and it was like there was someone else in her head.

"So, wait, you were awake this whole time?" Dean asked to clarify what she was saying.

"What are you? Stupid? I just said that." Sam gave Dean a look that said 'you really should just keep your mouth shut around her'. And he was right.

"Please continue." Asked Sam.

So she did. She went over everything from her possession to the moment she woke up with Claire's heart in her hand.

At that point, Chelsea reentered the kitchen to grab a glass of water, but stopped when she saw Sam and Dean still sitting in the room.

"Oh, you two are still here?" It was really more of a statement than a question "Was there something else you needed?" she asked, looking at Casey questioningly.

"Um, yeah actually. Can you think of any reason anybody would want to hurt Claire?"

Chelsea took a moment to think before answering 'no'. Sam wasn't convinced, but didn't want to press the subject, she had just lost her friend anyway. With that, the two of them were kindly escorted to the door and said their goodbyes. As soon as they left however, Chelsea walked back over to the kitchen, where Casey was sitting at the table, staring at a particularly interesting spot.

"Case?" She looked up, slightly wide-eyed, with a look of near surprise. "You okay?"

"…yeah." She went back to staring at the table. "I only killed my best friend." Chelsea didn't know what to do. She and Charlotte had tried everything to console their friend, especially when she lapsed into these catatonic phases. Nothing seemed to help though, so they had begun to just let her sit there and finish acting weird. Not that normality was a regular occurrence recently.

Chelsea walked back into her room, after placing her used glass in the dishwasher. Her room didn't bring her the comfort it once had. She had shared it with Claire, and now half the room was like a wasteland. Her dad had moved everything out. She didn't have a mom; she had died when Claire was just six months old. It was a shame she never really knew her.

Almost robotically, Chelsea walked over to her bed and plopped down on it, attempting to forget about everything that was going on in her life. She just wanted to sleep. And, soon, she got her wish.