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A Test?
Someone once told me that war was just a test, it takes us to our extremes, and tests us on who we really are. War shows us our strengths, our values, our pain and our fears. You may not like the test, but it shows you who you are, which isn't always a good thing! The Storm will get violent, and the clouds will smash, and there you are right in the middle of it. How will you react to this test? That's my life right now, and there is nothing I can do, to stop the test – and I am worried for the outcome. You don't normally hear what happens after the test, how the people survive – well other than Greek times – but in modern society we live for the now. But how bad does the storm have to get before we listen to what happens afterwards?
"Hey check it out I look like the king of pop," Dean chuckled tapping Sammy and I.
We rolled our eyes lightly chuckling. "Too soon?" he asked and Sam gave him a look. "Too soon," Dean nodded.
We were walking through a hospital dressed in our best suits, except I couldn't fit into my suit, so they managed to pick me up a maternity dress from an expensive store, a one off Dean told me. Man it ticked me off! The doctor infront of us saw my condition, and judged me straight away asking for id, so I pulled out the fake id to show I was a part of the team and she led the way, reluctantly. She tried to tell me to stay behind saying that pregnant woman are seriously in danger and the masks aren't as reliable as they'd like, but I insisted I go and Dean knew there was no stopping me so did Sam.
We were led into a room full of coughing men and woman, they looked really sick, I only wished I could give them a tissue or something. You know? Make them look less…icky. I felt awkward walking around them wearing a mask covering my mouth and nose.
"Don't get me wrong I'm glad the CDC is here, but what we really need is vaccine," she said turning to look at us seriously.
"Yeah well you got that right," Dean mumbled looking around him.
"Well tell me have you noticed anything unusual about the strain? Any signs of massive behavioural change?" Sam asked and the woman's face scrunched up, I couldn't tell what emotion she was trying to show.
"Like aggression maybe?" I added.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"Have a few victims shown any signs of homicidal tendencies?" Dean questioned and the woman looked between the three of us.
"Um…systematically speaking we are looking at a very mild case of swine flu here, probably add up too a miserable week off of work…that's about it," she nodded.
"So nothing unusual?" Dean asked and I knew he was feeling stupid.
"Oh a day and a half ago we didn't have a single case, now we have about seventy," she said as she signed some papers that were being shoved in her face on a clip board.
Just then my phone rang, I looked at it confused so did Sam and Dean, I completely forgot I turned it on. I excused myself and left the room flipping the phone open and taking my mask off in the safe zone.
"Hello?" I answered forgetting to look at the caller I.D.
"Hey Claire," a frustrated sounding Anna answered on the other end.
"Wow what's up with you?" I questioned already bored and angry with her.
"Matt still not seen you?" She questioned and I sighed.
"No he hasn't seen me! Anna just leave him alone! Ok? You remember that week in high school, you know the normal days? He was off for a week because he had some problems to deal with! I left him alone, and he came running back to me when he was ready!" I tried to explain as I placed a couple of coins in the vending machine and grabbed a chocolate bar.
"So…?" Anna sighed.
"So he probably left to get away from you and his deranged father! Leave him, and he will come running back!" I snapped and flicked the phone off.
"Who was that?" Dean asked coming behind me and making me jump.
"Anna," I sighed turning my phone off.
"What did she want?" Dean grunted.
"Nothing she can't handle on her own," I shrugged putting my phone in my bag. "Man I look so fat!" I groaned.
Dean chuckled and I hit him playfully.
"Well done for letting loose about the statue's crying, bitch!" Dean called to Sam once he came closer.
"Well, we covered it up well," Sam shrugged.
I chuckled and shook my head.
"Yeah sure," Sam huffed laughing to himself.
"Come on let's get changed and get moving," Dean ordered.
A couple of hours later I was back in my jeans, and borrowed Dean's sweatshirt, I tied my long curly hair back into a messy pony tail and started to read a fictional book. It was the only thing that could keep my mind off of reality.
"Let me guess," Bobby's voice said from the phone. Dean had informed him in on everything and now had it on loudspeaker so Sammy and me could hear and speak to him. "Another steaming pile of swine flu?" Bobby questioned.
"Yep," Dean replied whilst driving.
"Doesn't make sense Bobby, Pestilence touched down here I am sure of it," Sam sighed shaking his head.
"Why is he dealing soft service like swine flu when he's got the Croatoan virus, I-I don't get it?" Dean queried looking back at me to see me buried deep in my book, then refocusing on the road.
"Doesn't matter what the sick son of a bitch is doing, what matters is this is the fourth town we've been in and we're still eating his dust!" Bobby exclaimed. He hadn't actually been to any towns but I think it made him feel more involved by saying we. "Did you get anything? Did you get even a snowballs chance of anything? Has Claire had a vision…or anything?" Bobby asked as my brothers looked back at me and I shook my head.
"Vision free for a while now Bobby!" I exclaimed trying to concentrate on my book.
"Uh…no pattern we can see either," Sammy continued.
"Ok," Bobby sighed frustrated. "Hold on," we heard him place the phone on his lap as he wheeled himself to a destination, I guessed his desk. He picked the phone up again after a rustle of papers. "As far as I can tell he is still heading east, so…head east I guess."
"East!" we all commented in unison, I finally gave up on trying to read my book, it was too dark anyway.
"Bobby we're in West Nevada, east is practically all there is," Dean said looking out at the wet road.
"Yeah well, better get driving," he said a hint of joy in his tone and Sam hung up on him.
We sighed ready for the journey ahead of us and I looked out my window. I suddenly felt an odd presence next too me.
"Say, I've got an idea," the English accent popped up and my brothers gasped with me. Dean turned the car around violently, the tyres screeched on the tarmac and Sam turned around grabbing the knife and punched it into the leather beside me. I looked at him, my eyes wide with shock.
"Did you get him? Claire are you ok!" Dean asked frantically as the car stopped.
I nodded quickly.
"He's gone," Sam panted and pulled the knife out.
Suddenly there was a tap at the window and we all gasped again. Crowley stood there peering in on us. "Fancy a fag and a chat?" he smirked and we immediately got out of the Impala.
"You're upset we should discuss it, not here but," Crowley said moving backwards, fast, as my brothers walked towards him pissed. I was pissed but knew they could handle it so I leant against the front of the car facing the demon.
"You wanna talk! After what you did to us!" Sam grunted moving closer to Crowley. Dean stood beside me glaring at the demon, I knew he would make his move soon enough.
"After I! After I did to YOU! I gave you the colt!" he urged to Sammy who had stopped at the other side of me.
"Yeah and you knew it wouldn't work against the devil!" Sam protested.
"I never!" Crowley replied in shock horror.
"You set us up! We lost people on that suicide run! GOOD people!" Sam protested water forming in his eyes from rage. Dean and I stayed silent.
"Who you take on the ride is your own business!" Crowley snapped. "Look everything is still the same," the demon urged softly. "We're still in this together!"
"Sure we are!" Sam said lunging towards him with the knife only too hit moist air.
"Cool your dog off please," Crowley urged Dean and I as Sam came towards him again.
Dean grabbed Sam's arm and I placed a hand on Sam's chest. "Give us one good reason," Dean asked and I turned around to face the demon, making sure I was still infront of Sam.
"After all you had me torture myself over two deaths that technically weren't my fault!" I snapped hate forming in my eyes.
"I can give you Pestilence," Crowley announced smiling and tilting his head upwards – proud that he knew where the horseman was.
"What do you know about Pestilence?" Dean asked taken aback.
"I know where you can get him; it's got your interest hasn't it?" the demon asked Dean, Sam and I turned to look at our eldest brother, waiting for his reaction. Sam seemed sceptical but I was up for anything that meant hunting, I needed to make the most of my time before I was changing diapers! URGH! I didn't even want to think about it!
"Are you actually listing to this!" Sam protested.
"Sam," Dean sighed glancing at me.
"Are you freaking nuts?" Sam screamed at Dean.
"Just SHUT UP for a second Sam!" Dean sighed, I could tell he was weighing up his options.
"Shut up the both of you!" Crowley shouted. THAT ticked me off.
"Do you know what I'll kill you myself," I grunted moving towards the demon only to be held back by Dean.
"Come on Claire, you can't do much apart from sit on me!" Crowley laughed silently. "Look I swear, I thought the cult would work, it's an honest mistake, it's all part of the learning process. But nothings changed! I still want the devil, dead. Well one things changed now, the devil knows that I want him dead, which by the way makes me the only buggered son in all of creation," he urged.
"Well that makes me want to break out the violin!" I sighed rolling my eyes.
"Oh my crap! We don't care!" Dean sighed at Crowley and mentally high fived me, I could feel it in his glance towards me.
"They burnt down my house!" he screamed and we just looked at him without any emotion.
"Improvement!" I shrugged and he shot me daggers.
"They ate my tailor!" he screamed at us.
"Didn't even do a good job with your suits to begin with," I shrugged again and my brothers held in a laugh.
"Two months under a rock, like a bloody Salamander! Every demon on hell and earth has got its eyes out for me! And yet you're here, last place I could be, in the ROAD talking to SAM, DEAN, and CLAIRE WINCHESTER under a freaking spot light!" he grunted and pointed to the streetlight, the bulb smashed violently and sparks fell to the floor.
"He's got more hormones than me," I muttered so only my brothers could hear.
Sam tried not to chuckle as we stared at the lamp post then stared back at Crowley who was trying to compose himself. "So come with me, please?" he asked speaking softly and desperately.
We just stared at him speechless.
"Do you want the horseman rings or not?" he sighed bored of begging.
Dean tipped his head at the demon. How did he know about the rings? Gabriel was the only one to supposedly know about them!
"Yes! I know all about that! Shall we?" he asked pointing towards the Impala. I looked in-between my two brothers and waited for a response.
Dean eyed up Crowley and nodded, he jumped in the car and I grunted.
"Claire you're in back with him," Dean said walking towards the Impala.
"NO!" I protested and stomped my foot.
Dean and Sam stared back at me blinking.
"Wow! First time a girl stomped their foot on me," Dean smirked. "Listen, if Sam goes in the back he'll probably end up killing him before we get to wherever the heck we're going!" Dean explained.
"Fine!" I sighed getting in the back and sitting next to Crowley. He gave me a smug grin and I rolled my eyes.
We arrived to a shabby looking place, symbols all around it, grass practically dead – need I go on?
"So how's the kid sweet cheeks?" he asked me as we got out the car, he examined my bump and the size of it.
"Don't talk to me," I grunted and moved quickly to my brothers' side away from Crowley, who led us into the dark house – to me this screamed that it was a trap!
"Here we are, my life on the limb, how the mighty have fallen. Single pained glass, used contraception in the fireplace," he said pointing to the fireplace; some flames appeared beginning to lick the logs inside. "The water damage alone," Crowley turned around to look at us.
"My heart's bleeding for you, now how do you know about the rings?" Dean asked his face as cold as stone.
"Well now, I've been keeping a close eye on you lot," Crowley smirked.
"We have hex bags, we're hidden from demons," Sam smiled acting as if Crowley was an idiot.
"All but one!" he smirked holding his hand up and turning it so that it pointed at himself. "That night you broke into my house, our first date, my valet hid a tracking device in your car, a magical coin that easily trumps your little bags of bones, allows me to hear things too, and my…the things I've heard," Crowley laughed looking between the three of us.
"And this is supposed to get us to be on your side?" I asked an eyebrow raised my fists clenched.
Dean softly moved me behind him so that I joined Sam.
"So you want to cram the devil back in the box, cunning scheme," Crowley smirked. "I want in!" he said turning serious and staring Dean in the eyes.