Hey all, I thought since the first chapter was a little…well didn't give much away, I thought hey why not release chapter two! Please review and comment whether you think this is worth carrying on. I would really appreciate it xx.

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

Raising Questions

"Claire!" Matt's desperate voice shouted trying to grab my attention from the staring crowd back at school.

"Matt!" I shouted back wanting to cry. It had been three days since the…whatever-the-hell-you-could-call-the-event was. I ran through the crowd and soon found comfort in his arms. "They won't stop staring with these eyes, as if we some how done this!" I sobbed in his chest. We didn't care anymore, we didn't care that people would see us upset or distressed there were more important things going on. Like Nick's funeral and whether Anna would have one next.

The bell rang for lesson and I was glad he had a lesson with me now. I looked up and nodded and we walked into the class room, which was noisy until we came in. With silent eyes watching us take our seats a new teacher came through the door.

He was tall but had some muscle, his brown hair looked shaggy, and his dark eyes met mine. He stared deeply into them, as if lost.

"Hello class my name is Sam…Mr Wood," he said a little embarrassed he had given his first name away. "Due to recent events," he paused to look at me. "Your teacher has been submitted into a hospital with…minor injuries," he said obviously lying but everyone else fell for it. Don't ask me how I knew! I didn't even know! But something inside told me that it was more than minor injuries.

"What?" everyone asked in unison and soon fell about in whispers and concerns, everyone except Matt and I. First Nick and Anna, and now our favourite teacher in the school, what was going on? Who was doing this?

"Calm down, note the fact that I said minor injuries," Mr Wood repeated and let everybody calm down. He sat down and started to take the register. He stopped at the point where my name should be said. "Claire…Winchester?" he said in shock, like I should be a ghost, or someone who should never had been born.

"Here," I said composed but squeaking inside.

"Your parent's…" he went on.

"Yeah….?" I pushed him feeling eyes burn my face. Luckily Matt wasn't one of them he was too content on stopping the teacher making me blush with embarrassment.

"Sir do you have a point…?" Matt rudely interrupted.

"Sam…Mr Wood," A man shorter than Mr Wood burst into our class room making us all jump. "We have a…situation," he gulped. His dirty blonde hair seemed wet; he was wearing a p.e outfit and a sweat band on his head. What century did he live in? He searched through the girls in the room giving them a cheeky smile but then he stopped at me.

"Right," Mr Wood said quickly finishing the register. "Carry on with work you have previously been doing with your last teacher," he said completely flustered. It was as if he had never taught a class in his life.

Then without warning he left the room. He didn't come back! The bell went for the lesson to finish and everyone just walked out without a care. No-one had done the work, Matt and I did of course, but that's not the point. Something was going on, something – big! Every bone in my body told me that.

"What do you think is going on?" Matt asked me with a raised eyebrow as he held the door open for me.

"Your guess is as good as mine," I huffed.

"Strange how Sam, sorry Mr Wood, seemed shocked to see you," Matt said stating the obvious.

"I know," I laughed to myself. Maybe we were being paranoid. Our school counsellor told us it was normal after we had both experienced a traumatic event of finding our dead friend and a friend in a coma.

"Claire!" a familiar face popped out from around a corner. It wasn't an excited voice, it was more of a dead husky voice, that was saying my name with concern. This could only belong to one person.

"I was wondering when you would turn up!" I sighed giving him a look as he walked with Matt and I through the school.

"Hey Cas," Matt laughed giving him a nod. My socially deprived uncle just gave Matt a nice nod back and focused his attention back on too me.

"Still in the same clothes I see," I said looking him up and down in his trench coat, shirt, and tie. His short black hair always seemed to stay the same and he never got any stubble, so I knew he wasn't homeless. Maybe he just thought it was the trend.

"Claire, you have to go home," Castiel demanded giving me a fierce look. I stopped walking to look at him in shock. He always seemed the angelic type the few times I saw him, never the angry or demanding type.

"No," I replied questioning his authority.

"Claire there is dangerous things out there, things that do not concern you or Matt," he said moving his dark eyes up to Matt. "Go home, the pair of you,"

"Uncle Cas, I know you are scared for us, we found our best friends in a state! It would be inhumane if you weren't scared, but if we go home we will look even more suspect to our fellow pupils," I tried to argue. Castiel was normally one to come out with stories of ghosts, witches and get this vampires! You can thank freaking twilight for that old story now-a-days.

I waited for a response from my uncle, but I didn't get such a thing. He was too busy staring in on something behind me. Matt and I turned around to see Mr Wood and the other guy staring back at him. We turned back around and Castiel was gone.

"Man! I hate it when he does that!" Matt protested and slung his arm around my shoulders as we continued to walk.