Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Supernatural!!! Everything there is owned by the great Eric Kripke. I am merely writing this fic for fun so please don't sue:o)

Biting into her Bagel, Claire continued to scan the photocopied piece of paper while the waitress re-filled her coffee. It had been a week since her and Dean had started their new hunt but Claire had learned from the year with Dean that it was never too early to look for future work. The new possible hunt seemed quite interesting as Claire didn't notice the stranger sitting next to her until she lowered the piece of paper and saw him staring at her.

"Hi how you doing?" Said the man with a wide smile.

"Fine thank you." Claire said folding up the piece of paper and placing it in her jacket pocket then taking another bite from her bagel.

Apart from a black eye and some scratches on her forehead Claire's appearance hadn't changed much in the past year. In fact the only changes made to Claire, although they were not visible, were that she was now physically trained in guns, knives and fighting. Her knowledge as well had grown as she was taught Urban Legends, Greek Myths and other Supernatural philosophies.

"That's a pretty nasty bruise you've got there?" The man says as he signals the waitress for some coffee.

"Yer, horse riding accident."

"Horse riding, sure must have hurt. I take it you fell off?"

"Yer, just sitting there one minute and then the dam thing reared up at me and sent me flying."

The man lets of a slight laugh as he pours milk and sugar into his coffee.

"Ok let's cut the crap. You now and I now that we are both stalling for time here."

"I don't know what you mean?" Claire says as she pushes the rest of her bagel away to signal she was finished with it.

"Oh I think you do Claire. I'm FBI Agent Henricksen and I believe that you can help me find someone by the name of Dean and Sam Winchester?"

"No sorry, never heard of them."

"You sure? Sam is about 6 foot tall, brown messy hair."

Claire shakes her head.

"Ok well what about Dean? He's about 5'9, in his early thirties, stubbly beard, short brown hair."

"Sorry don't know him."

"Oh well my mistake then, because I thought that the girl in these pictures was you but I must be wrong."

Henricksen throws down some photos of Claire and Dean taken from outside a bank where they used a stolen credit card to obtain money.

"Sure does look like you doesn't it?" Henricksen says as he begins to drink his coffee.

"She sure does." Claire replies as she signals to the waitress for the bill.

"I know all about you Claire. I now about the road trip you took with your friend let led to her death at the campsite. I heard how some mystery hermit in the woods found you and healed you up saving your life. I also heard how after you turned yourself into the cops to tell them you were alive you then disappeared again and apart from some pictures there have been no physical sightings of you until…well today. I spoke to your family as well Claire and there pretty worried about you. As far as their concerned you're still travelling round America although it has been a while since you contacted them. They didn't have any idea that you're travelling VISA ran out almost six months ago, and that basically makes you a wanted immigrant."

"Look I don't know who Sam and Dean are and as far as these pictures go I guess I must have bumped into him at that bank. Maybe he asked me the time or something." Claire scans over the bill and starts to pat down her jacket looking for some money.

"Well that could be true."

"Thank you."

"But you now I am a FBI Agent so I will have to carry out my job."

"On what?"

"On arresting you for breaking the rules applied to your VISA."

"What, no get off me." Everyone in the Diner watches as Henricksen handcuffs Claire and starts to escort her outside towards a waiting car.

"Maybe a little jail time will refresh your memory about the Winchesters." Henricksen smiles as he places Claire in the car, shutting the door and then ushering the driver to take her away.

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"You found anything Sammy?" Dean says holding the phone tightly as he paces up and down the Motel room while Sam sits in his living room staring at his computer.

"No Dean. Her phone is inactive meaning it's probably switched off. What happened again?"

"We're working this job and we went to do separate interviews. That was yesterday afternoon and I haven't seen her since."

"Have you spoken to the person who she interviewed?"

"I tried but apparently she didn't get to interview him because he flew off to Miami last Friday."

"So Claire never made the meeting?"

"Oh no she was here. The guys secretary remembers telling her he was away and to come back next week."

"Dean have you thought of the possibilities?"

"What possibilities?"

"Maybe she left?"

"No….she wouldn't do that Sam, not like that anyway."

"Dean it's like I've always said. Claire doesn't come from the same background as us, she wasn't brought up surrounded by all of this. She was bound to freak out one day and….."

"Sam she wouldn't just leave ok. Something is wrong and I need to find her."

"Ok I'm coming down there. If I leave now I will be there by dark so search the surrounding shops and ask around. Maybe someone remembers seeing her."

"What about Emma?"

"Don't worry about Emma she's fine. See you later."