Hey all! First of all an apology, this isn't the most action packed chapter I have ever done, but as some of you might know from season five it is pretty important. I based this story on season five, episode two – Good God, Y'All! I will be re-arranging most of the episode's from season five to fit my story with a few added twists – enjoy! : ) And remember to R and R : ) x.

Disclaimer - I do not own the following characters; Castiel, Dean W, Sam W, Ellen, Rufus, the Trickster or Jo. However I do own; Claire W, Anna, Nick, Sarah, and Andrew.

The Hunt

I sat there slowly falling asleep, a weird mood swing made me tired, and I listened to what Castiel, Dean, Bobby, and Sam had to say. As per usual it turned into a heated debate and my brothers and Cas looked at me every now and then giving me a weird look as if I was doing something unusual.

"Calm down Bobby," Sam warned Bobby as he seemed to want to wheel himself into Cas.

"I told you my reason," Cas sighed irritated.

"Heal me angel!" Bobby demanded trying to wheel himself faster towards Cas but Dean got in his way.

"Trust me if I could heal you I would, but my direct line to heaven has been cut off," Castiel tried to explain.

"Do I look like I give a damn about you and your angel problems?" Bobby said irritated. I was wrong about him, he seemed like the sort of person I wouldn't get on with.

"Because of my line being cut I can't do certain things," Castiel explained and Bobby's face softened a bit, but you could see in his eyes that he was sad, he was stuck in the chair forever and nothing can stop that.

"So that is why you wouldn't heal Claire?" Dean said turning to Cas. My head left my hands and I had just enough energy to turn my head to look at the conversation.

"Yes," Castiel said. "But even if I could have healed her I wouldn't," he said a little emotion of sadness on his face as he turned to look at me. I was shocked, gobsmacked even, I thought he wanted to protect me. That I was the saviour! But apparently I am not that important too him. I gave him a sad look and went back to holding the sides of my head with my hands.

"Well just when I thought your sense of no emotions couldn't get any worse," Dean huffed, sounding extremely pissed off.

"Bobby's case with Rufus has its importance," Castiel said ignoring Dean, he obviously knew there would be more questions and more reluctance to what he had said, so with that note he disappeared.

"Great to know he backs me up," Bobby said annoyed shuffling back in his chair.

"Where's the case?" Dean said grabbing his bag and chucking the relevant things into it. Sam did too, as Bobby told them the location.

Bobby then wheeled himself over too me as I was slowly falling asleep. He touched my back to let me know he was there.

"Um…sorry about earlier," he coughed as if he wasn't used to giving apologies.

"It's ok," I croaked slowly closing my eyes as sleep filled them.

I was in a deep sleep, such a deep sleep that I didn't have a dream. Just a familiar voice saying Sorry but with a tone that was similar to Bobby's but this time the emotion was a bit off as well. So I then knew it was Cas.

"Claire?" Dean said worried shaking me lightly and then harder until my eyes opened. I shot up, un-sticking myself from the table. Everyone looked at me as if I was some freak and I looked around to see if I had done something I shouldn't have. Then the last few hours caught up with me and I remembered Sam and Dean were packing and I should have been too.

"Sorry," I coughed. Sam passed me some water and I downed it in one.

"We packed your crap," Dean said looking towards the door.

"Where's Bobby?" I asked looking around for him.

"He's going to stay in a location that's closer too where we will be," Sam explained for me, whilst passing my coat. "Maybe you should stay here," Sam expressed his worry.

"I'll be fine," I sighed feeling as if I hadn't been throwing up for three hours then fell into a deep sleep.

"Is a car journey going to make you feel any better?" Dean pointed out.

"Yes," I nodded; I needed to get out of the motel! Maybe I had some illness from staying inside all of the time.

"Fine, then we're leaving!" Dean said helping me up. I managed to get into the back seat of the Impala on my own and strap myself in. Dean started the engine once we were all settled and put in the cassette tape. I expected him to turn it up full blast, but tonight he didn't, it was more medium sound tonight. Even Sam noticed and gave Dean a weird look.

Surprisingly Sam fell asleep before me, but I wasn't asleep long after that. I found it easier to sleep in the Impala than I did when I had my own bed, the hum of the engine seemed to soothe me to sleep, and the seats were quite comfy. I made Dean buy me a soft blanket though, because although the Impala had its good quality's I got cold very easily in the car.

The car's engine stopped making me wake up, it was daylight, Sam was already awake and turned to look and see if I was awake. I smiled at him and he nodded. I ignored the fact that my blond ringlets were wavier rather than the normal ringlets today, and got out the same time as Sam and Dean. We all looked shocked at the sight we saw. No-one and I mean no-one was around. Dean and Sam went to the back of the car to get the relevant guns whilst I used this opportunity to stretch thinking where I would be staying this time. But to my surprise Dean called my name and chucked me a shot gun.

"Whoa! Are you serious?" I said holding the gun delicately. The whole time I stayed with them they only let me hold a gun to practise, but something told me this wouldn't just be for practise.

"Have you seen it's a ghost town around here?" Dean explained – like I hadn't already noticed! Sam grabbed a gun and Dean grabbed the biggest one he could find. He closed the hood of the Impala and I noticed he was missing something.

"Where's your pendant?" I asked. Dean gave me a vacant look but then twigged. "You know, the one Sam gave you?"

"An angel borrowed it on the way here," Dean grunted and looked as if he felt naked, knowing him he probably did.

I thought it best to leave the subject.

"You feeling any better?" Sam asked as we loaded our guns and he came and stood next to me.

"Much," I smiled.

"Let's go," Dean sighed walking and holding his gun firmly, Sam and I followed. As we walked around the empty town, I felt a sense of weirdness about it, it might have been psychological as I was on a hunt, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. As we got closer towards the central, it was still empty, although a song was being played.

Going up to the spirit in the sky,

That's where I'm gunna go when I die!

Well that's not freaky!

"Shit," Dean said gawping at a car that had been turned over.

I stared at it, it looked pretty rough. Dean suddenly looked at me as if he wanted to take me back, but I smiled at him too show I was ok with it.

We decided to walk past it onto a car that was in very good condition compared to the others. As we got closer the music got louder, Dean leaned in and we held our guns up ready to attack in case it was a trap, but he flicked a switch and turned the radio off.

"Well," Dean said looking at Sam confused but still had his cheeky grin. "Doesn't look like Rufus is here,"

"Freeze scumbags!" a woman with red-ish hair stood infront of us with a tiny gun – I wasn't good with makes – and she smiled at the sight of Dean and Sam.

"Ellen," Dean smiled lowering his gun and holding his arms wide. "Come here you little minx," he smiled winking.

She simply smiled and walked up too him closer, and then she stopped and chucked water over his face. He spat some out, and looked unimpressed but still had his arms open wide for a hug.

"You convinced I'm not a Demon yet?" he said looking at her with his face tilted and keeping his cheeky grin.

"Hm…not yet," She replied throwing some more holy water on him. "Now I am," she smiled. "Come here," she smiled hugging him tight then making her way to Sam and throwing some holy water on him and hugging him. Then she stopped and looked at me. "Should you have that gun missy?" she said an eyebrow raised.

"I'm pretty sure my mum will let me," I replied sarcastically.

"Wow I like this girl, she's got some spike," she smiled at me and threw some holy water on me, then gave me a welcoming hug. "Who is she?" she said stepping back and tilting her head slightly. "She reminds me of…no ! No way!" she chuckled.

"She's our sister – half sister!" Sam said thinking it be best that Ellen knows that I couldn't possibly be their Mum's daughter.

"Well John really picked 'em," she chuckled throwing an arm around my shoulder.

"Where is everyone?" I asked really wanting to change the subject.

"In the fort," she replied still having her arm around me.

"Where's Jo?" Dean asked confused – but a sense of worry seemed to fill his face at the same time. Sam shot him a glance, and Dean quickly looked at me to see if I had noticed his reaction or not. I nodded. He ignored me and looked at Ellen.

"Sorry…what's your name again?" Ellen asked looking at me.

"Claire," I replied wandering what this has too do with me.

"Jo is my daughter Claire; these boys seem to have left you out on that loop. Don't talk about me much do they?" she smirked.

"No," I laughed shaking my head.

"She's one of them now," Ellen said on a more serious note as she talked to Dean.

"She's a demon!" Dean stopped walking and I turned my head to see he was sickened. Like the time the Trickster had punched me in the womb. I shuddered at the thought, Dean saw and composed himself.

"I don't know," Ellen said looking down as we approached a building. As we walked down the cold hallway and down some stone steps we reached a door, which Ellen did a secret knock so that the peep hole would open. Her arm dropped from my shoulders and she gave the eyes staring back a weird look. And the door opened.

Ellen walked right on in placing her gun on the table, Dean, Sam and I stood there shocked. Men, woman and children stared at us from seats with cautious eyes.

"It's alright they're safe I have already checked them," Ellen said, she was obviously leading these people. "Come on in," she sighed gesturing her arm in wide motions so we would hurry up.

The three of us had the same body language at this moment in time, all these people stuck underground meant this hunt was big, and we were suddenly determined to solve it.