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Spoilers: Starts from season 5
Pairings: Sam/OC Dean/OC
Disclaimer: We don't own anything, Supernatural belongs to genius Eric Kripke and CW and any resemblance between OC's and real persons, living, dead, living dead, monsters etc is completely coincidental. :p
Ps: It's co-written with ariadne. chanel and before you ask, we don't write Mary Sues, thank you=)
As soon as Dean and Sam arrived to New York, the chaos of the city started to get in Dean's nerves.
"I drove 12 hours non-stop so we could be stuck in traffic! This is great!" They had been stuck there for the past 20 minutes.
Sam sighed and looked at the map. "If I'm not wrong, we're close to her house. Maybe you should start looking for a parking spot."
Sam and Dean looked around but found nothing. Dean laughed bitterly. "Dude, I hate big cities."
The cars finally started moving, and the search for the parking spot continued.
"Dean, there!" Sam pointed at an empty spot and Dean rushed to park there. The space was tight, but there was enough room for the Impala. "We need a smaller car."
Dean shook his head. "Don't hate on my baby."
"I'm not hating on your…baby. I'm just saying-" Dean interrupted his brother.
"Whatever you're saying, save it," Dean said and walked next to Sam to look at the map. "So where's her house?"
"We're here so…" he counted the blocks, making Dean frown. "Seven blocks away."
Dean and Sam walked to the house. Dean was complaining all the way about how busy the city was, and how he didn't like that the car parked so far away and Sam listened patiently, even if he was as annoyed as his brother was. He knew the girl needed help, and at the moment, that's all that mattered.
Seven blocks later, they were standing right in front of the house. Dean looked annoyed at the empty parking spot that was in front of her house.
"This is it," Sam said as he double checked the address on the piece of paper.
"Old money?" Dean said to no one in particular. The 5-story townhome was beautiful from the outside, but in the inside, sadness and grief filled the entire home. Sam walked up the steps and rang the bell. The maid immediately opened the door and let them in without questions.
The house was full of people.
"We're looking for Claire Harper," Dean told the maid and she nodded,then signalled them to follow her.
"Thanks, Heather," Claire tried to smile at her roommate as she handed her a glass of water.
"Don't mention it," she said, sitting beside her. "I know it must be hard for you."
Claire nodded slightly, and focused her eyes on the glass.
One breath. Two breath.
'No crying,' she demanded herself and took a shaking breath, then put the glass on the counter and walked to the bathroom. She locked it behind her and quickly washed her face, trying to repress the sobs.
"Okay," she muttered as she looked at herself on the mirror. "You're fine. It's okay."
Heaving a deep sigh, she unlocked the door and left the bathroom, but just before she walked into the living room, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Miss? The gentlemen you've been waiting are here."
She blinked a few times dumbly, and nodded. "Uh-thanks Mary, where are they?"
"Study room," she answered and walked away. Claire pulled at her hair nervously.
"You're fine," she reminded herself silently once more before opening the door of the study room.
The brothers turned around as soon as they heard the door. Claire walked into the room feeling exhausted and miserable. She was still playing around with her hair, so she pulled it up into a messy bun and extended her hand towards the taller brother.
"Hi, I'm Claire," she said quickly and the man shook her hand.
"I'm Sam, and he's my brother Dean," Claire nodded, and shook Dean's hand too.
"Nice to meet you," Claire said quietly. Truth to be told, it really wasn't nice to meet them. She wished she didn't have to meet them, or at least not in the circumstances she was in.
"You have a nice house," Dean said as he looked around the room.
"It's my grandma's house," she closed her eyes trying to compose herself. "I-I guess it's my mom's house now."
"We're very sorry for your loss," Sam sat down on an armchair and Claire sat right in front of him. There was an uncomfortable silence between the three of them, until Dean spoke.
"Salt," Dean was looking at the window frame.
"Mr. Winchester taught me that," she let her hair down so she could pull it some more and then frowned. "Where is your dad? I thought he would come with you."
The brothers exchanged looks and Dean sat next to Sam.
"My father died a couple of years ago," Dean answered and eyed her curiously.
Claire felt even more sadness engulf her when she heard that. He had been very nice when she met him.
"I'm sorry. He was a great man. He helped me a great deal when I first dealt with demons," she sighed and rubbed her puffy eyes.
Dean cleared his throat and looked at Sam.
"What?" Claire knew that look. They wanted to say something but they weren't sure whether they should do so or not.
"I'm not trying to be insensitive," Dean started and Claire felt the need to roll her eyes. "But we've never heard of you and you seem to know our dad pretty well."
Claire sighed. She knew it was going to be a long day. "A demon possessed me. I don't remember anything at all about what happened. I simply know that Mr. Winchester helped me out, he taught me about the salt, holy water, and all that."
"He just appeared out of nowhere to save you?" Dean asked her frowning.
"I'm sure it wasn't out of nowhere," Claire answered more than annoyed. Sam cleared his throat and glared at Dean.
"So you don't know why demons would come and kill your grandma, then."
"I've no idea, Sam," Claire started crying and they looked at each other.
"I'm sorry..." she sniffled, trying to compose herself after a minute. "I shouldn't-"
"No, it's-it's okay," Sam said. "Take your time."
She sucked in a shaking breath. "Like I told you...the times I was possessed, it's a...it's like I blacked out, I don't remember anything. I just have-" she paused, gritting her teeth. "I just have some flashes. I don't know how much of them are memories or simply nightmares."
"When did it happen?"
"About...5 years ago," she answered, her voice was hoarse. "But...it just doesn't make any sense, why now?"
Sam and Dean exchanged looks.
"Claire, um, did your grandmother know about-" Sam was cut off when she shook her head fervently.
"I didn't tell her or anyone, ever! It just- it seems unreal, you know? I feel like I'll wake up from this, whatever it is, anytime now."
"When was the last time she talked with you?"
She frowned slightly. "About three days ago. I came as soon as I heard-"
"So you weren't here when it happened?"
She shook her head.
"What about your mother? Do you think we could talk to her?"
She suddenly looked alarmed. "Um, of course, but I don't think-"
"Don't worry," Sam assured her. "She won't suspect of anything unusual."
Claire hesitated a little but nodded. She knew it was for the best. "Alright, but can you wait until this is over? She has to deal with relatives and friends."
"Yeah, that's fine," Sam seemed overly understanding. More awkward silence happened when someone knocked on the door.
"Come on in," Claire raised her voice a little so the person could hear her.
The door opened slowly revealing Heather. "Is everything alright?"
Claire groaned. She was grateful that Heather was acting all caring and sympathetic, but Claire needed space and she was suffocating her.
"Yeah, everything is alright. They simply are…" Claire didn't know what to say. She felt stupid to even consider telling the truth. No one would ever believe her.
"We're from the FBI," Dean said quickly showing his badge and Sam followed suit.
Claire looked confused for second but she would question them later. "FBI, right."
"Oh! I'm Heather, her -" before she could say something Claire would've hated, she cut her off midsentence.
"Heather is my roommate," she said and the boys nodded politely. Dean gave Heather a very flirty smile but she didn't return it. Claire suddenly felt like laughing, but she kept it to herself, bracing yourself.
"Nice to meet you," Dean shook her hand and kept sending her looks that she cared nothing about.
"Well, I should probably...head out." Heather said and Claire nodded, crossing her arms. "See you later," she pecked her on the cheek and left the room.
Claire, on the other hand turned to Sam and Dean.
"FBI?" she asked incredulously. "Are you guys serious? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to fake something like that?"
Dean smirked slightly. "You know what they say…what's life without a little danger?"
Claire shook her head. "I should probably check on my mom to see if she's alright."
"Yeah, sure..." Sam said quickly. "You go ahead. Do you mind if we check house meanwhile?"
"No, suit yourself," Claire said with a shrug and left the room. She looked around for a few minutes until she finally found her mom.
"Mom?" she said as she reached her. She was surrounded by relatives she didn't even know. "Hey, do you need any help?"
Her mom smiled at her tentatively. "No, sweetheart, I'm sure today has been really tiring for you. Why don't you go rest a little?"
Claire frowned slightly. "No, I-I don't think so. I'm fine."
I'm fine, she repeated in her head once again. If I say it enough, I'll believe it too.
Claire was stopped by relatives and friends on her way back to the study. It took her more than she expected, but when she got there, she found it empty. They probably are looking around the-, her thought was cut off when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped and turned around immediately. Sam was holding his hands up, looking as surprised as she was.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Sam smiled shyly.
"You're huge, I've no idea how you can sneak up on people," Claire's hand flew to cover her mouth.
Dean chuckled from behind Sam. "We're pro's. We need to know how to sneak on people."
Claire walked to the desk, opened a drawer and got a bottle of whisky. She hated whisky, but alcohol was alcohol in emergency situations, hence the bottle that she had hidden there a few years back.
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked at Sam. He simply frowned and scratched his head.
"What? My grandma was killed by demons, it may be early, but it's necessary."
"We're not judging," Dean sounded a bit sarcastic, but Claire ignored it. She didn't want to get more upset because of a jerk.
"So did you find anything?" Claire was opening drawer after drawer trying to find a glass she had also hidden with the bottle.
"We found traces of sulfur, so it seems demons had something to do with it," Sam said.
"Oh, whatever," Claire said to herself and gave up on finding a glass, finally opening the bottle and drinking straight from it. "I did tell you it had something to do with demons."
Dean took the bottle from her, ignoring her whining, and took a sip.
"What I don't get is why," he said as he handed her back the bottle. "Demons possessing family members? It's not typical."
"Well, for me, using demons in a sentence is not typical," Claire muttered as she looked down at some letters sent to her grandmother. Sam walked towards her and frowned when he saw the letters.
"I thought you said the house was your grandmother's."
"It is," she paused. "It was," when she lowered her eyes, it dawned on her."Oh, um, we had the same name, Claire. My mom…she thought it was a great way to-" she stopped talking when she saw Sam and Dean exchanging looks again."What am I missing here?"
"Nothing," Dean said quickly. "Nothing. Uh, do you think we could talk to your mother today? We can come tomorrow, if you'd like."
"It actually would be great, thank you," she said. "I don't think she can talk to 'FBI agents' now."
"We understand," Sam said and glared at his brother when he took another sip from Claire's bottle. "Are you going to be here all day?"
"Yeah, well..." she ran her hand through her hair and sighed."I guess I'll go back home to sleep later on."
"Oh, you don't live here?" Sam asked.
"No, I moved out after what happened with the demons." There was a silence until she spoke again."I would ask you to stay here but, you know, you're FBI agents," she laughed and drank some more. She offered the bottle to Dean, who was ready to take it, but Sam glared at him once more.
"No, thanks," Dean said sounding annoyed.
"That's alright, Claire. We'll see you tomorrow, then?"
"Yes, of course. Let me walk you to the door," she offered but Dean shook his head.
"Nah, it's fine," Dean sent her his most charming smile, or at least that's what she thought, and walked out of the room with his brother.
"At least they are cute, grandma," she whispered, looking at the ceiling and gulped down some more whisky.
Sam was standing a couple of houses away from Claire's mom's house. Dean had gone to check them in at a hotel and to sleep for a couple of hours. Sam was going to follow Claire to her house, and once he knew where she lived, he would call Dean so he could join him.
Luckily for Sam, she only lived 15 minutes away from her mom's house. He called Dean right away and an hour later, he was there.
"I hate big cities!" Dean announced as soon as he got there. "It took me 30 minutes to get here and 30 minutes to park!"
Sam ignored his brother and yawned. "She lives in the 14th floor."
"Right," Dean looked up and laughed. "So if something happens, how are we supposed to get to her?"
"We're gonna hope nothing happens?" Sam offered and Dean snickered.
"Since when has that ever worked for us?"
Sam rolled his eyes and focused his gaze on the window again."So, what do you think about the same name issue?"
Dean shrugged slightly. "Maybe demons are trying to finish the unfinished business?"
"Yeah, but since when do they mistake people? You know, I was thinking, maybe it has something to do with-"
"The apocalypse?" Dean asked. "Nah, don't think so. It's a normal, ordinary hunt. Enjoy it while you can."
Sam curled his lips, but didn't object. "Yeah, okay."
"She looks nice though," Dean smiled wolfishly and chuckled.
Sam glared at his brother. "Dude, seriously..."
"What? I'm just saying..."
"She just lost her grandmother," Sam said still focused on the window.
"So? Hot chicks also lose family members," Dean looked at Claire's floor with his binoculars and smiled when Claire looked out of the window. "And there she is."
Sam sighed. "Let's hope nothing happens tonight."
"Sam?"
"What's up?" Sam turned to look at Dean, who was smiling.
"That Heather chick was hot, too," Dean knew it would bother his brother so much if he said it, and that was exactly why he did so.
"C'mon man, we're working."
Dean shook his head. "Are you going to tell me that I'm the only one who found her attractive?"
"You find every single woman in the world attractive, Dean," Sam yawned again.
Dean stopped for a second what he was doing and then shrugged. Sam was probably right, yet, he didn't care. "Sammy likes Claire!" Dean sang childishly.
"I didn't even say-ugh!" Sam made himself comfortable and put his binoculars down. "I'm taking a nap. Let me know if anything happens."
But as soon as he closed his eyes, Dean was already shaking him.
"Demons," Dean said and jumped out of the car. Sam immediately did the same and noticed the black smoke making its way to Claire's windows.
"So much for hoping," Sam muttered and they both ran to Claire's building, letting the doorman open the door for them.
"Yes, Heather, I'm fine," Claire said, exhausted.
"You know I'm just worried about you."
"Yeah, I know," she said, running her hand through her hair as she sat beside her.
"Claire-"
"Can we not talk about it right now?" she said tensely. "I seriously need to-" she was cut off when a cracking voice reached her ears, sending alarms to her body. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what? Claire-"
"Shh!" she held up her hand, signaling her to be silent and they heard another cracking voice, this time louder.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know..." she took a step back as the lights flickered. "Oh no..."
The sound of the window glass, shattering to pieces echoed through the room, causing the salt lines to be destroyed.
"Heather, run!"
She let out a scream and black smoke filled her mouth as she fell on her knees. She stood there for a second, and then stood up, and the act alone was enough to give Claire goose bumps.
"Heather?" Claire whispered and she smiled.
"Not really. But it's nice to see you Claire."
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