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Disclaimer: I do not own the following characters - Dean W, Sam W, and Castiel. However I do own, Claire Winchester, Anna, Nick, Matt, Sarah and Andrew.

Winchester Trouble

Moving Forward Whilst Looking Back

Claire always knew of her families past, she knew her mother split from her father when her mother was pregnant; she knew that because of the split her mother moved back to England. Then Claire was born. Claire grew up knowing this, she was raised in England, and it was her home! No matter where she was conceived, she was born in England, and thought she would stay here forever. She would not likely meet her three half brothers and she would never meet her father. She was in England, not America, England! Yet when her mother announced that they would be moving to America, her world fell apart. She never saw it coming! Her step-father had just married her mother, and they were a happy family. But then they had to ruin it all by moving her to America eleven years ago! Then she wouldn't be in this situation. She wouldn't be endangering her life for some people she barely knew! She wouldn't act like bait!

11 years ago

At this time Claire was six. She had long blonde ringlets that came down past her waist. She smiled and giggled when all the other mums looked at her and dismissed their own children for two seconds just to stare at Claire. She knew this would end. Her mother (Sarah) came and picked her up. Claire snuggled in her mums side as she was held.

"Sarah, we're going to miss you!" one of her closest friends said a tear coming to her eye.

"Guys, I'll write, send pictures of Claire," Sarah smiled. Sarah knew the possibilities and outcome of moving, but she would risk it. Although she would introduce (eventually) her daughter to some relatives that weren't very reliable, she knew they would protect her, always! "I'll miss you all," Sarah smiled trying to hide the sadness that she so desperately wanted to show.

Lots of goodbye's and tears were said, all of which confused little Claire, especially as several different people held her and cried, and all of her little friends were waving goodbye with tears in their eyes.

"Mum, what's wrong with everyone?" Claire sighed as she was being carried to the car. Her step-father was waiting with the engine running.

"Claire hunny, how many times, we're moving, we won't see them for a while," her mum sniffed, as she was strapping Claire into her seat.

"But I like my friends," Claire grumbled and folded her arms.

Sarah laughed thinking how cliché she was about to sound, she had seen mum's say it in all the movies and she didn't think she would be one to say it to her own daughter. "Well hunny, you'll make new ones,"

11 years later

Yep! I remember that day as clear as the crystal blue sky that was above me. I breathed in and looked at my 11th Grade work. I couldn't concentrate; all I could think about was home, my real home. I didn't care that I had an American father or half-brothers. I sighed, I never saw the point in us all actually coming here. Over the years I really did like America, I had good friends, and recently gained a very good boyfriend, however I still missed the people back in England.

"Hey gorgeous," a deep husky voice said from above me. Speaking of my very good boyfriend.

"Hey," I smiled biting my lip and looking up at him.

"I swear to God, what is it with you sitting under this tree?" he joked sitting down next to me. His gorgeous brown locks on his head seemed to shimmer copper in the light, his blue eyes met mine, and his hands reached out to play with my now mid long ringlet hair.

"I like tree's funny enough, they're what keep everything on this planet alive, breathing," I smiled and leaned in giving him a quick contended kiss.

"Mm…" he breathed. "Now we still on for tonight?" he asked, now biting his lip and examining me up and down with seductive eyes.

"Of course Matt! I would never let you down," I smiled. Me and Anna made a packed to get laid tonight, even if it killed us.

"Good," Matt sighed his breath tickled my face.

"Hey Matt!" some of his jock friends bellowed for him. Why did I have to date the captain of the soccer team?

"Guess that's my cue," he smirked. "See you in class," he said giving me a quick kiss before running off.

"Claire!" Anna bellowed from a far.

"Guess that's my cue," I whispered to myself. I gathered my books together and slung my bag on my shoulders. Just in time! Anna suddenly came in to view over the grassy hill. "Claire come on we're starting!" she laughed her pom poms to one side and her other hand on her hip. Like a true drama queen.

"Anna, you don't even need me there," I sighed trying to hide the fact that I was rolling my eyes.

"Yes I do! You're my best friend, and the cheerleading squad needs an honest opinion." She giggled and waited till I was with her and we walked towards the schools sports stadium.

So I gave my general opinion, and apparently it was the right opinion. Normally the other girls would tell me I was wrong, but this time I was right. After everyone getting hot and sweaty in the sun they gave up. Matt and the boys were still practising so Anna and I had to wait till they finished before we could get a ride home. Class surprisingly let us slip the last lesson to practise for cheerleading (and although I didn't practise they let me stay, I might aswell be their coach) and the boys coach managed to talk them out of lessons to practise for the big match tomorrow night.

"So are you and Matt doing it tonight?" Anna asked her eyes wide with excitement.

"Yes," I laughed sitting with Anna, watching the boys tackle and dive with each other. "You?" I asked.

"Yep! Can't wait! Mom and Dad are going out for the night, so we have the whole house to ourselves," she squealed watching Nick with excitement.

"We are going to Matt's house, his father is out on a conference," I smiled. That's probably why we feel so close to each other, we have one major thing in common. One parent! His mother walked out on him and his dad when he was ten, and since moving to America – my Dad hasn't shown up once. But to be honest he probably still thinks we're in England.

Half an hour later I was in Matt's car, he was freshly showered and changed into a shirt and jeans. He parked on a dirt patch that over looked a bridge and a very wide river. I looked at him and smiled, this was our get away spot. And this would be the place. We started kissing passionately, our breathing steamed up the windows in no time, and I started unbuttoning his shirt, as he took off mine and started unzipping my jeans. We got stuck on the bra so I undid that and he took off his trousers. I moved to sit on top of him and clung to the back of his hair as we continued kissing and I lost all thoughts. We soon both took off our bottoms and indulged in each other. Well that's all I want to say. Ok?

"Wow!" I smiled sitting back into my seat breathless.

"Mm…" Matt sighed also out of breath.

Once the car stopped shaking from our breathing I heard some rustling outside. My heart immediately sped again and I jumped to attention.

"What?" Matt laughed putting back on his boxers.

"Nothing – I thought I heard something," I smiled putting back on my knickers and bra.

Matt jumped turning around as we both heard some rustling, but in a different place to before. Was it getting closer or further away? I couldn't tell. But it was getting faster.

"Start the car!" I screamed locking all the doors. This car was posh enough to have a button that automatically locked all the doors. As soon as I done that I knew we wouldn't be hurt but whatever was out there would still be after us.

And then… "AHH!"

"What the…?" I said shocked and more alert than ever.

"CRAP! The scream came from the east," Matt said punching the steering wheel. One question came to my mind why weren't we moving?

"Come on let's go!" I shouted at him.

He started the engine and was going towards the east. I looked at him in shock. Was he trying to get us killed? Did he think that after tonight he could just get rid of me and have done with?

"What are you doing?" I screamed getting the rest of my clothes back on. "Slow down!"

"You don't understand!" he growled not looking at me. "Anna and Nick were supposed to be on the east side!"

My face dropped. Surely they wouldn't go on the east side? Anna was too snobby for doing it in the car. Or was she? I didn't know anymore. I just wanted to get to them fast. We pulled up to Nick's car. His lights were on and the engine was off. Matt put on some pants and got out. I didn't want him out there alone so I followed. I held his hand tightly as we walked around the car (with distance).

"Urgh!" I protested. "What is that smell? It smells like…sulphur," I grimaced.

Matt leaned his body towards the car and slowly opened the door. Nick's limp body fell out and I heard another scream not realising that it was coming from me. Matt turned away and held me.

Dean and Sam:

"Hey ass but!" Dean's voice called to Sam.

"What!" an annoyed Sam answered from the bathroom. He prayed that it wasn't another lame ass joke, Dean had been bored all day and it was starting to get on Sam's nerves.

"I think…I may have found a case," Dean smirked as he heard Sam sigh. Dean had been bored all week, he had been on busty Asian beauty's dot com, but now even that bored him.

"Man, I thought we were going to stop for at least a week, until we hear back from Cas," Sam sighed coming out from the bathroom and sitting on the dining table to attend to his laptop. "Dude! What the hell?" he growled.

"What!" Dean smirked looking up at Sam from the bed, with innocent eyes.

"Busty Asian beauties dot com! Seriously?" Sam sighed exiting the page immediately.

"I was bored!" Dean shrugged and continued to stare at the article in the newspaper.

"What case?" Sam sighed. He would take a case any day than a rather bored Dean. He knew it would only get worse.

"A case that's not far from here, we'll be there by night fall," Dean looked up at Sam with pleading eyes. "A local teenage couple discovered their friends in a car," Dean explained.

"So what? Nothing out of the ordinary there!" Sam said stating the obvious.

"Yeah, except one of their friends died, the other is in a coma. And get this, the eye witnesses remembered smelling sulphur," Dean said cocky and impressed with himself.

"FINE!" Sam sighed. "Let's pack our things,"

"Already did mine," Dean smirked cheekily. He nodded towards the door. Sam looked and saw his suitcase all ready and packed.

"Fine, I'll pack and you get the Impala ready."

Once they were in the car and on the road Dean was much happy again. He wasn't bored, as he was where he belonged. His brother on the other hand was bored and longed for the motel room they had been staying in. But Sam knew that wasn't possible.

RING RING!

"What's that?" Sam asked frowning. Dean knew exactly what it was but knew Sam would go spare if he found out.

"…Dunno," Dean said shaking his head and trying out his best acting.

"Is…is that? Is that Dad's phone?" Sam asked frustrated as it was still ringing.

"FINE! You got it out of me!" Dean sighed opening the glove compartment box, just in time for it to stop ringing.

Sam grabbed his fathers' phone, and held back every memory he had of his father, it hurt and angered him too much. He pressed a button so the phone lit up.

"Huh," Sam breathed.

"What!" Dean said in panick looking at his brother then looking at the road. For some reason he got it in his head that maybe they had a missed call from their father, he knew it was logically impossible but still, since when was something logical in their world?

"14 missed calls from a…Sarah," Sam said frowning. "She's left a voice message," he said getting a message pop up on the phone. He pressed the relevant button and held it up too his ear.

"John Winchester! You evil minded git! You said you would be here to help her to help us! Whenever there was danger, we told you our location and you haven't shown! Or, do you know what, maybe you lied! Maybe you really are still an immature…I'm sorry," Sarah sighed. "You saw the newspaper surely, she smelt sulphur, Claire smelt Sulphur. You of all people know what that means! So get your ass down here and don't you even think about turning up at our house until this is resolved, I'll send you our address in a text message, I assume you forgot as you haven't visited since we've been back!" Sarah then hung up.

"Wow! That seemed long!" Dean said worried.

"It was a woman called Sarah," Sam said frowning deep in thought. "Where's the newspaper that you found the article?"

"On the back seat, why?" Dean frowned a little slower than his brother.

"She kept mentioning a Claire," Sam frowned and grabbed the paper and flicked through till he found the article.

"Wasn't that…?" Dean was about to say but Sam interrupted.

"The girl, she was the witness," Sam said in wonder of what this all meant.

"Well this just got interesting," Dean smirked suddenly driving the Impala faster to their destination.