Amelia POV
Amelia Novak watched her daughter rush out the door, and shook her head. She loved her daughter, and she understood her want to succeed: she wanted to make her father proud. But that girl was stretching herself entirely too thin. Hopefully, after her finals Claire would slow down a bit.
Amelia finished her breakfast and went to her room and opened her laptop. She had today off, and she was mostly looking into college applications for her daughter. She spent a while on them, and ended up losing track of time. By the time she checked her watch, it was 1:30 and she had forgotten about lunch. She shut the computer, stretched, and went to the closed door, turning the handle.
It wouldn't budge.
Confused, Amelia checked the lock. It was unlocked, so she tried again. Still, the door was stuck. She shouldered it, and nothing.
Someone chuckled.
Amelia spun around, stopping to eye the teenage boy standing in front of her. "Hello?" Her voice wavered.
The boy grinned. "I met your daughter. Claire, is it? She seemed so kind. Obviously missed her father."
"What do you want? What does my ex-husband have to do with this?"
The boy, if possible, smiled wider. "Oh, everything. For his body is not buried, is it? It still walks this earth, and sometimes upstairs, does it not?"
"Christo." Amelia had learned that trick while possessed, so long ago. She could still remember how it felt – trapped in her own body, unable to save her daughter and forcing her to take an angel in.
The boy flinched, eyes turned black. "Ah, yes, you were possessed at one point." He laughed loudly. "This is going to be fun!"
Suddenly, Amelia couldn't move. She slammed against the wall, raised to the ceiling. She was stuck there.
The demon boy vanished from sight, but still Amelia was stuck there. She waited on the ceiling several hours, until she finally heard Claire return.
She tried to call out, warn her daughter, but found she couldn't speak. She heard Claire enter her room.
Another hour passed.
Finally, Claire left her room, obviously wondering why dinner wasn't ready. She walked around a bit, then rushed towards Amelia's room.
As Claire turned the handle, Amelia's stomach cut open. Pain radiated throughout her body, but she couldn't scream.
Claire looked into the room, then immediately her eyes went up. She knew, Amelia could tell. Her daughter's dreams were sometimes nightmares, she woke screaming every so often. Both knew exactly what it was, but never spoke of it. They tried to forget.
Amelia wished she had talked to her daughter more.
That was her last thought before she felt fire everywhere, and everything went black.
Claire POV
The fire was incredibly hot. Claire ran to her room and grabbed the back she had packed just in case. It included all the necessary hunting supplies, spare money (about a thousand dollars for emergencies), comfortable clothes and some pictures of her family. He phone and laptop were grabbed quickly, and then she ran.
She fire spread quickly, and by the time the firemen came from her call (she used a public phone – she didn't want to be traced), it had taken the whole apartment. Claire was hiding across the street. She hoped they would think she died in the fire. She planned on vanishing. She was now an orphan with an infinite amount of knowledge.
She hoped to find Castiel.
Her dreams of late had been of countless Biggerson's. She knew exactly where the angel tablet was, but she didn't like to think about it. She worried about being found. The angels could use her. She wondered why no one had thought of it.
That night, she used the money she kept in her bag to buy a bus ticket to Kansas. She knew if she waited there, she would at least find the Winchesters who would bring her to Castiel. She fell asleep on the bus with her bag tucked tightly under her arm.
Her dreams were of Naomi and Crowley fighting over Castiel. Crowley found the tablet and kept Castiel under the care of a renegade angel, but Castiel escaped and found the Winchesters. She knew where they were, now, but it would still take a few days to get to them. She did not have a key to their bunker, so she would have to knock.
She woke with the sun.