Author's note: Here's a story a made, because I love Claire's character developement, and I don't feel like we get enough of her in the show. Also, Jack is a cutie pie that I can't get enough of. This would be set after the most recent episode,13x07, after Cas is imprisoned in Hell while looking for Jack. Let me know what you think in the comments!

Claire felt her hand catch the pipe that had been swung at her. Her other hand was suddenly pressed against a demon's forehead as he vanished in a bright flash of light.

"Castiel?" a familiar voice asked.

And then she was looking down at her father, who was covered in blood. She screamed for him, but not a sound escaped her lungs. She heard her own voice speaking out to him, but it wasn't her.

"...You served us well. Your work is done. It's time to go home now, your real home. You'll rest forever in the fields of the Lord. Rest now, Jimmy." No, no, no!

"No... Claire?" Jimmy asked. Daddy, can you hear me?

"She's with me now. She's chosen. It's in her blood, as it was in yours." I didn't know it was gonna be like this.

"Please, Castiel. Me, just take me. Take me, please." Please, not again.

Claire let out a frustrated groan, burying her face in her hands. A deep sigh came from her mouth as she brought her head back up to her laptop screen and continued to search the news for any missing people, for anything that could be a case.

Living without Jody or Alex proved to be more difficult than she had expected. Being left alone with her own thoughts was miserable, so she threw herself into her work. At least it gave her a sense of purpose. That was the reason she left, right?

After realizing that the sun had gone down, she flipped the switch on the wall. Sparks flew from the lamp, leaving her in the dark. She grabbed the TV remote, pressing down on the power button. The screen remained black. Grumbling to herself, she stood up and marched out of the motel room.

"Hey, power's out in...Oh." she blurted as soon as she swung the door open to the front office. The room was completely dark, save for a couple candles lit next to where the receptionist sat at her desk.

"Yeah, the power's been out for over an hour now, honey," the woman replied.

"When's it gonna come back up?"

"Don't know, sorry. It went out in the whole city, so there's not really anything I can do."

Well that's a little weird, Claire thought. "The whole city?"

"Yup. I guess there's some sort of freaky power outage going on through the area."

"Any news on what started it?" She pressed. The sky was clear with no signs of a storm. There has to be something supernatural here.

"No clue. Some folks are saying that there's some strong winds over by the beach that could of knocked the power lines around, but… No way that would cause an outage this big," she shrugged.

"Uh-huh. Well, have a good night…" Claire replied, leaving the office.

She immediately got in her car and drove towards the beach.

As soon as Claire stepped out of her car, cold wind snapped through her hair. She pointed her flashlight towards the beach. Not a single person was to be seen.

She walked along the shore, looking for anything out of the ordinary. After walking a mile through the wind, she came to a dead end and turned around.

As soon as she faced the other direction, a gust of wind shot into her face, bringing sand and drops of saltwater to her face. She coughed, then found more sand flying into her mouth.

Damn it, she thought to herself as she struggled to breathe. She scanned the area through squinted eyes, looking for anything to take cover. Her gaze settled on a large hole on the seacliff, and she immediately ran towards it.

Once inside the cave, the coughing began again. Sand spat out of her mouth as she struggled for air. After hacking up a splash of saltwater, she could finally breathe normally again. She glanced outside of the cave, surprised to find that the wind was no longer howling. Her brows furrowed in question.

"Are you okay?" a voice suddenly came from the back of the cave.

Claire immediately pulled her gun from her back pocket and spun around to face the voice. "Who are you?" She demanded.

"Uhm… My name is Jack," he said softly.

"Okay… Jack. What are you doing in a cave in the middle of the night?"

"I'm... " He was quiet as he thought about how to answer. "I'm hiding. What are you doing?"

Claire relaxed and dropped her gun. She pointed her flashlight towards the stranger. Behind him, there were symbols drawn all throughout the cave wall. She looked at him skeptically.

"Right… Uhm, who are you hiding from, exactly?" she interrogated.

"Everyone, I suppose."

"Everyone?"

"...Yes."

"...Uh, okay, well, Jack… You don't really look like a bum who lives in a cave to me, so why don't you be a little more specific? I might be able to help you."

"How? Who are you?"

"My name's Claire. I... hunt things."

Realization dawned on Jack. "Oh! So you're a hunter…"

"Yeah. You too?"

"Well, not really. I'm not very... experienced."

"So, tell me what you're hiding from. I can help you out."

Jack gave her a warm smile. "Thank you, Claire. But I don't think you can help me."

"Will you at least tell me what's going on?"

"Do you know about angels?"

Claire let out a bitter chuckle. "I'm familiar with them, yes."

"Well, my father was an angel."

Claire's heart skipped a beat and she felt a pang of sympathy for the boy. "Oh… I'm sorry. I mean, I get it. My dad was an angel, too..."

Jack tilted his head and looked at Claire with a curious expression that looked exactly like the certain angel she knew.

"You're a nephilim as well?" Jack confusedly asked.

"What?"

"A nephilim… Half angel, half human."

"No. That's not what I… My dad wasn't actually an angel. He was just… He was just the meat suit." She nervously swallowed, realizing that Jack wasn't entirely human.

"You mean that your father was an angel's vessel?"

"Right... And your father was an actual angel." Claire inquired, reaching again for the gun in her back pocket. Just in case.

Jack surveyed the girl in front of him. Claire was clearly terrified. He wanted to tell her to just run away from him, to leave him alone. But something about her felt familiar and safe.

He took a step towards her. "Yes... His name was Lucifer."

Upon hearing the devil's name, Claire brought out her gun and aimed it at his chest.

"Woah, I don't want to hurt you," he put his hands up in defense. "...I don't want to hurt anyone." It sounded sincere.

She remained frozen. "There's a power outage throughout the whole city. This entire beach was turned into a sandstorm... Because of you." She stated matter-of factly, gun still pointed at him.

"I… didn't realize I was doing that. I'm sorry..." He said softly.

He took another step forward and looked at her with a pained expression on his face. It was the same stupid constipated look Castiel gave her when he found her alone with no family. It was the same one that said "I didn't mean to kill your dad and ruin your life, can't we be friends?"

But he wasn't Castiel. He was the devil's kid. So she kept her gun pointed and warned him, "If you come any closer, I'll shoot."

Jack stood still. "Okay, I'll stay. The gun won't really hurt me anyways, unfortunately." He gave her a grim smile.

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing," Claire accused.

"I'm not… playing anything." he replied. For some reason, he felt drawn to her. He looked into her eyes. They were wide with terror, but they were also a familiar shade of blue, and he subconsciously took another step towards her to get a better look.

As promised, Claire pulled the trigger.

He looked down at his chest where she shot him, then looked at her again, completely unfazed by the bullet.

"You're… a monster..." She explained, her voice shaking with fear.

Then, there was that stupid pained expression on his face again, only this time, his eyes were glowing yellow.

And the next thing Claire knew, an invisible force knocked her into the air, rendering her unconscious.

"Castiel, please, can you hear me? I messed up, again. I need you. I'm sorry for running. Can you help me? Castiel?"

Claire's eyelids swung opened when she heard his voice ringing from outside of the cave. She made out his Jack's silhouette in front of the morning sun. His face was pointed towards the sky.

"Are you... praying?" She faintly whispered, her voice weak.

And in an instant, Jack was crouched over her. "You're awake," he gasped.

"Yeah, thanks. You know, for knocking me out."

"I am so, so, so sorry, Claire. I didn't mean to-"

Claire cut him off. "You didn't mean to… Right. Now get off me, Junior."

He immediately backed up to give her space. She examined him carefully, as if trying to solve a puzzle.

"Why were you praying to Castiel?"

"You know him?"

"...We're acquainted."

Jack hesitated before he answered. "...He was watching over me, but then I ran away… Then you came here, and I hurt you... and I thought maybe he could help, but he's not answering..."

"So, let me get this straight… You're real father is the most evil angel in the universe, so your good ol' Uncle Castiel adopted you?"

"In a way, yes. He's more of a father to me." He explained.

Claire's mind raced back to when she was twelve years old, when the angel told her, "I am not your father."

"Well, Castiel is not your father," she told him. "The sooner you realize that, the better."

"He's the closest I have to family... How do you know him?" Jack curiously asked.

She remembered her mom explaining to her that Daddy is just sick right now. He's not himself, but don't worry. He's going to get help. He'll get better.

"None of your business, kid," Claire answered.

"You're very similar to him," he observed.

"What?"

"Well, you have his facial features. And his eyes. You remind me of him," he mused.

"It's not his eyes. It's Jimmy Novak's eyes."

"Who?"

"No one. Nevermind."

Claire pulled out her cell phone and dialed Castiel's number. It went straight to voicemail.

"Welp, he's not answering his phone either." She dialed Dean next. He picked up at the second ring.

"Claire?" his voice asked concerningly.

"Is Castiel with you?"

"No, he's… out... Working a case. Why, whats up?"

"Well, I was following up on a what I thought was a case, and now I'm hanging out in a cave with his very... strange… kid."

The other line was quiet for a moment. "...Jack?"

Upon hearing his name, Jack snatched the phone from Claire's hands. "Dude, what the hell?" She protested.

"Dean, is that you?"

"Jack, where are you?"

He ignored Dean's question. "Where did Castiel go?"

"He said he was following a lead. Looking for you. Jack, what's going on?" Dean pressed.

"Dean, I prayed to him. He didn't answer."

"Shit, God damn it… Jack, just… Just come back to the bunker, will you?" he pleaded over the phone.

"Okay. We'll be right there."