Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural that all belongs to the CW and Eric Kripke. I do own anything that you don't know, such as Claire, Jeremy, and Aly.


Chapter 1 – The Beginning

I wasn't sure what was exactly happening. One moment I'm walking into my bedroom thinking about why my boyfriend had the entire apartment dark and the next I'm sitting on the bumper of an ambulance with an oxygen mask held up to my face.


Three Hours Earlier

"Jeremy!" I laughed as he tackled me to the couch and started tickling me without mercy.

"Come on, Claire, just say it!" Jeremy said out of breath as he kept tickling me. He reached for the envelope in my right hand but I jerked it away just in time for him to assault me with more tickling.

"No, Mr. Carlson, you will just have to wait like everyone else!" I laughed as he finally got off me and sat down next to me. I smiled as I looked down at the envelope I had clutched tightly in my hand. This envelope contained my future in it.

"Okay, have it your way! We gotta go though," he said pulling me up. I smiled at him watching as his brown eyes sparkled. I grabbed his hand as we left the apartment building and walked down the road for a little ways until we came upon the bar.

"Claire!!" I looked around for the person who called my name and saw my best friend, Aly sitting at a table near the bar. The moment I sat down a beer was set down in front of me. Aly looked at me knowingly as she eyed the envelope that I had carried all the way here. The bar was very noisy tonight; more people than usual and the music was extremely loud, like loud enough for the entire world to hear, but then again this was a bar.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked pulling a hair tie off my wrist then threw my auburn hair in a ponytail. I watched as both Jeremy and Aly looked at the envelope. "Oh, I see. You want to know what my fate will be? Okay then." I looked at the front of the envelope, addressed to me, Claire Williams. I slowly put my finger under the flap of the envelope and slowly started to open it. I stopped. "You guys know that no matter what happens, I'll still visit right."

"Open the letter already, Claire," Aly said threateningly. "Or I'll do it."

"I'm going!" I laughed as I open the envelope fully and pulled out the letter. I read across the letter a smile creeping on my face. I looked up at the two people sitting in front of me. Aly reached across the table and snatched the letter away from me. She squealed, jumped up and hugged me across the table. Aly threw the letter to Jeremy who smiled reading it.

"I can't believe it!! You haven't even graduated yet and they accepted you!" Aly screamed across the table. My smile just grew bigger as Aly rejoiced by running to get more beer. Jeremy leaned over and put a small kiss on my lips.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered in my ear. I looked back at the past four years. I was going from pre-med to full blown med student at the most prestigious medical school in the country. I leaned up and kissed him again as Aly came back and set our beers in front of us.

"Well as much as I would love to keep on drinking with you ladies I have an exam tomorrow. Can you get a ride home babe?" Jeremy asked looking at me. I nodded my head and he kissed my forehead, waved to Aly an left.

"You're lucky to have him. You know what I've noticed? The way your eyes sparkle when you two are near each other." I smiled again at Aly's remark. Aly then raised her beer. "To you Claire! Good luck at Med school, cause you're gonna need it!" Aly laughed then took a big swig. I laughed along with her.

This went on for about another hour before I left in a cab. I paid the guy his money and walked slowly into my apartment building with a bad feeling. I slowly made my way to the stairs and about half way up I stopped seeing a figure standing on the landing above me. I got a little closer and saw that I was Jeremy, his throat was slashed and he had blood all over him. I resisted the urge to scream as I picked up my pace and unlocked my apartment door. I walked in to find everything where they were when Jeremy and I left.

"Jeremy?" I called through the house, it sounded like my voice was shaking. I thought he would at least be studying. I walked into the kitchen just to make sure he wasn't in there then made my way to the bedroom. I looked around and the room was just as dark as the rest of the house. "Jeremy?" I flicked on the lights and screamed at the sight before me. Jeremy was slumped against the wall, his throat slit his blood everywhere. Just like I had seen on the stairwell. Suddenly the room burst into flames. I just stood there looking at Jeremy when a pair of strong arms grabbed me and pulled me out of the apartment and down the stairs just as the room exploded. I could here my sobs echoing through my head but my body was numb.

"Are you okay?" a voice ripped through my mind. I looked at the man suddenly aware that someone had a hold of me. He was an older man, probably in his 40's or 50's with dark hair and eyes that looked defeated. I nodded as he helped me outside, where there where there was already an ambulance. The paramedics rushed to me and immediately put an oxygen mask on my face and hustled me to the ambulance.

My mind was reeling at this point. That man, I knew him from somewhere I just don't know where. Like he is buried in my memories somewhere and I just can't reach it. He had something to do with my dad though, something to do with why my dad would go missing for days at a time. Thinking about my dad took me to memories of what he used to teach me. How to shoot a gun, a crossbow, how to properly use a knife and how to read Latin. It never made any sense why he taught me that stuff. Then it clicked.

I ripped the mask off my face and quickly walked over to the man who was standing at the edge of the chaos. I ignored the paramedics cries for me to come back and kept walking towards the man. After all these years he finally showed up again. Well actually showed up and stayed. I had seen him from time to time since my dad died but he never got close nor did he stick around.

"Why are you here?" I asked softly. John Winchester looked down at the ground before he looked back up at me.

"I promised your dad that I would look after you." I just shook my head at him. I couldn't believe it. He wasn't lying. My father actually wanted to keep my safe which was a little sardonic sees as how he taught me how to use deadly weapons since I was 8 years old.

"What was he trying to hide from me, John? And don't bull-shit me about it either. I've been thinking about it lately and he never told me what happened to my mother. Anytime I asked him or brought it up he would leave. I wanted to know what happened so I went and looked up my mother's death. A fire in my nursery when I was 6 months old. My dad dies in a fire 18 years later and now Jeremy?" I was starting to get angry at this point. It was weird and everything just started to make sense only to get weirder. It couldn't just be a coincidence that people close to me were dying in fires.

"Your dad was only trying to protect you from the things that are out there," John said as the paramedics finally came over to us. "You should go with them, we'll talk later." The paramedics pulled me away and I had a mask shoved back onto my face. About an hour later the paramedics let me go and I watched the grounds as the firemen worked to put out the fire emitting from my now destroyed apartment, good thing I kept clothes at Aly's place.

It was all going so slow that I actually felt like time would stop. Maybe it would. I couldn't help but think about what things could have been like without all these damn fires. I would have a mother, a father, I never would have had to learn all that foolish stuff about weapons, I would have Jeremy here and everything would be okay. I would have a family of my own eventually but none of that would happen because something was going on in my life that I wasn't aware of. I was brought back to reality when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

"I heard, Claire, I'm sooo sorry!" Aly cried as she hugged me. I felt the tears make their way down my cheek as I held onto Ally in a death-like grip. I pulled away from Aly looking back up to the fire then back to Aly.

"Do you still have the clothes I left at your place?" I asked Aly, wiping the tears off my cheeks.

"Ya, you can stay with me if you want," she said as we walked to her car.

"No, it's okay. I'm just going to pack them up."

"Where are you planning on going?" Aly asked looking at me like I was crazy.

"Anywhere, Aly. I just have to get out of here." I really didn't want to talk about where I was going because I honestly didn't know.

"You can't leave, Claire! You just got accepted to Med School and now you are picking up and leaving?! Why can't you stay?" Aly yelled.

"Because I can't help but feel responsible!"

"That's normal, Claire! But that is still no reason for you to leave!"

"You don't get it, Aly! I see things that aren't normal and I don't know why?!"

"Stop it, Claire! Just stop because you are trying to blame yourself for something that was out of your control!"

"Was it? I saw Jeremy after he died and I can't help but think that I could have somehow saved him! My father used to teach me stuff that shouldn't be taught to an 8 year-old girl! I could have used that to save him."

"Claire you aren't making any sense," Aly said lower her voice only to raise it again.

"My mom died in a fire, my dad died in a fire, and now Jeremy? It can't be a coincidence! They have to be connected."

"So you have some bad misfortunes in your life and you immediately think someone is behind it all?!"

"Someone or something has to be trying to tell me something!"

"You're crazy, Claire!" That stung deep. My best friend thinks I'm crazy because I can see ghosts and I now have a theory that if people get close to me they die in fires?

"What would you do in my position?" I was breathing hard and so was Aly. I could see the regret as plain as day on her face. "Let's just get my clothes."

The car ride was quiet, neither of us said a word. We reached Aly's apartment and I grabbed and old duffel bag of hers and threw all my clothes in it and I was out the door and back at the car where Aly was waiting. I watched Aly as she looked up towards the half moon that was in the sky. I silently got in the car followed by my friend. She drove me back to my old apartment and I got out.

"Goodbye, Aly." I said quietly as I watched a ghost of a smile appear on her face.

"Hopefully, it's not going to be forever?" she asked.

"I don't know." I closed the car door and she drove off. I watched as the car turned down a different street and John appeared next to me.

"We have to go," John said quickly looking around.

"Why?" I asked him crossing m arms across my chest. I was getting sick of the secrecy.

"Not here, Claire. Wait till we have some space between us and here." John started to walk towards a large black truck that was parked in the shadows. I just watched as he walked. He stopped when he realized I wasn't following. "Claire."

"No, I'm standing right here until you tell me what in the hell is going on. I want to know everything. Why my dad would disappear for days at a time? Why did he teach me how to shoot a gun a the age of 8, John? What really happened to my mom? Why does everyone I am close to die? And finally why do I feel like there is a part of my life that I don't know about?" What could I say, I'm stubborn.

"Claire you don't understand, there are so many things out there and they could be watching right now!" John said and I could easily tell he was starting to get angry.

"Who's they?" I asked confused. They? Who in the hell was he talking about. John let out a desperate sigh.

"Demons."

"You're kidding right?" I watched his facial expressions. Obviously not. "You've got to be kidding me! Demons? Aly thought I was crazy saying that I see ghosts and here you stand saying there are such a thing as demons!" I turned away from him but I felt him grab my arm and turn me back around.

"I'm not kidding, Claire. Now get in the truck and I will explain as much as I can, okay? I know I should have been around more after your dad died but, I thought it would be better if I kept my distance. You just have to trust me right now, Claire." I watched him closely and I couldn't help it. This man was dead serious about demons being real and it just peaked my interest. Sure it is possible that I was getting into a truck with a possible crazy lunatic but John just didn't seem like that.

I got in the truck with my duffel bag on my lap. I leaned my head against the window as John took the road that lead out of town. I closed my eyes, not thinking about anything but what was going to possibly happen to me.


"So you're telling me that my dad hunted, demons and ghosts?" I asked as we sat in a little café that was far from where Jeremy had died. John nodded his head in agreement and sipped the coffee that was in front of him. I was trying to wrap my mind around it. My mother died in my nursery the night I was exactly 6 months old. She died trying to protect me from the yellow-eyed demon. Then my father swore revenge and started hunting. He taught me all that stuff so I could protect myself if the demon ever came back. He met John and their stories were similar. Then my father's death when I was 18 was because he died fighting the demon.

"It all makes sense," I whispered.

"Your father taught you all you needed to know, but he didn't want to object you to this life unless he absolutely had too. When your mother died he had to find the thing that killed her and that's when we met." I nodded my head a John talked.

"Okay, there where do I go from here?" I asked.

"I'm taking you to the Roadhouse. You'll be safe there and you wont have to worry about hunting any demons or ghosts just like your father wished for. You can keep a semi-normal life there. Ellen will take care of you and she has a daughter your age, Jo. You'll be fine there," John said standing up causing me to so the same thing.

"Why, if this thing caused Jeremy's death I want to find the bastard and kill him! I don't want to sit around and serve beer to a bunch of hunters, not if I can get out there and help!" I exclaimed as we walked outside. This was stupid! My family and the love of my life died because of this demon, I refuse to just sit around as John hunts this thing. I want to help, no I NEED to help!

"No, Claire, because your dad didn't want to see you get killed like all the other people who went after this thing!"

"Then why are you?" I asked causing John to stop in his tracks and turn to me. I was expecting him to start yelling at me but he didn't. He looked defeated, just like back at my apartment.

"Better me lose my life than you. All you can do, Claire, is practice everything your father taught you and hope to hell that when your time comes, you'll be ready for whatever is out there."

It was strange, I have never heard John really talk like he was defeated. Sure I've seen the look before but most of the time he is confident. I couldn't help but trust him to know what was best. Besides he knew what my father really wanted.

"Okay." We left it at that. He dropped me off then quickly left. Ellen wasn't too happy to see John's truck but she welcomed me with open arms. She, Jo, and Ash all did. I was quite comforting actually.


Hey well that was the beginning. I know it sounds a lot like what happened to Sam but there is a reason for it! Please review so i know if i should keep going or not.