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So, is Claudia going to find John that easy? Or… this is ch3, enjoy! ;)


Ever since I heard about that Winchester guy and I was eager to contact him one way or another. I wanted to talk to him and maybe he'd agree to help me get into the hunting business, from what I knew he had two sons who helped him sometimes on his hunts. I didn't know their names, but I was hopeful that if he trained them he'd do the same for me; the first step was to get to him though. And I swear if I were looking for Madonna's number, I'd find it more easily than John Winchester's number.

I sat my mind on being a hunter or at least get close to one. I said before that who hunts monsters must be stupid, but now, I didn't have anything else in mind but to do just that and still I couldn't figure out why.

Anyway, I did get a number, a hunter's number. His name was Bobby Singer, and I was told that if I needed any sort of help, that man would provide it to me. A few more names came up but they all took me back to the same road called Singer. I knew he was my one way ticket and I had to get in touch with that man, but I simply couldn't get to him for whatever reason! It was frustrating. It was like fighting fate, every opening kept on being shut right in my face. It was hard to deal with but I was so set on finding that hunter that I did not care if it was either right or wrong. Hunting had become my obsession and I knew I will reach my goal, one way or the other.

The thing I didn't plan on was for my secret to be revealed. I was now living in my parents' house all by myself, I didn't have many friends who'd come by, or a boyfriend at the time, and I made sure no one stepped into my room or checked out my personal stuff so I had nothing to worry about. Well, that's what I thought, and as it turned out I was wrong; I did have something to worry about, my older sister. Yes she was no longer living with me, but she had a key to the house, a key that I gave her for emergencies only. And that day she used it, she had all the rights to in fairness, I didn't go out of the house for five days straight, not to work, not to go anywhere, and I surely didn't call either or answer my phone.

I reached a level of stress and madness that was dangerous, the idea of finding that Winchester consumed me, controlling every living cell of my being. I knew something was wrong with me but I didn't care. And that day, there I was with all my documents, newspaper cuts and pictures sprawled around me as I was trying to find any lead right in the middle of my living room, even my phone was in plain view. I was certain nobody would visit and obviously I was wrong, and I knew it at the first sound of the front door opening.

"Claudie, Claudie," I heard my sister calling as she walked into the house.

"Shit!" I cursed springing off the floor, she couldn't see this! I ran outside to meet her before she even gets into the living room. "Hey, sister." I greeted her, unusually loud, with a goofy smile spread across my face.

"Where the hell were you?" Martine snapped looking mad. "I've been calling you for three damn days, and you didn't show up for work either. What is wrong with you?" She asked worried.

"I-um, I'm fine dude," I said waving her off, grinning at her.

"Uh, you don't look fine to me." She told me looking suspiciously at me. "Why you're standing by the door like this, you look creepy." Martine said trying to look over my shoulders into the living room.

"Martine, hello, my house." I said closing the door fast, if she saw only a glimpse of what I had inside, I knew she'd think I was a serial killer.

"Is there a guy in there?" My genius sister asked me, smirking down at me.

"Yeah, you got me." I said trying to force a smile at her. "Now, you got to go, you kind of …interrupted something, sis."

"Oh, shit, sorry." Martine apologized taking a step back from the door. I sighed in relief. "But," she started looking carefully at me. "Why didn't I hear about that guy? I thought we tell each other everything." She asked me, glaring.

"Can we talk about this some other time?" I huffed; I wanted nothing now but for her to leave so I could get back to my research. "He is just a hook up, a one night stand, nothing major, that's why I didn't talk about him. Happy now?"

"Since when you do one night stands, sister?" Martine asked sounding angry at me. She wasn't planning on leaving me alone.

"Since I do, I'm 22. I can do whatever I want." I told her, snapping a little.

"I don't buy it." She told me, taking a step closer to the door. "First, you look like shit, like you didn't eat or sleep or even shower in days," my sister pointed out. She was right, my hair was a mess, I was wearing a no longer white PJ, and black circles were around my eyes. I didn't sleep for a couple of days, and sure as hell Cheetos and soda were not food.

"Yeah, I've been busy with this guy the whole day, nothing but sex all day long." I said interrupting her. "You got to go."

"Oh really?" Martine scoffed folding her arms against her chest. I nodded nervously. "Okay! Then you don't mind me meeting this guy, right?"

"I do mind. He isn't my boyfriend, and he is naked." I sighed. "Martine, go home to your husband and your kid, please. It's late."

"Late? It's 10am." She told me, her eyes widening. "Claudia, when was the last time you got out of the house? Or let anything in?" My sister asked, activating the mum mood.

I looked at her blankly, not answering. But Martine didn't give me the chance to think of something to tell her, she ran into the living room, and I was too weak to stop her. I heard her gasp from the outside.

"What the hell is that?" She asked me, confused. "What is all that? It's like…" She paused. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed.

"See, I told you." I said leaning against the door frame.

"Told me? You told me nothing Claudia, you better talk now, or I swear to God," Martine said about to threat me. I knew she was crazy enough to fulfill any of her threats; I had nothing left to do but talking.

"Woah, wait, I will tell you, jeez." I sighed crashing on a chair as far from her as possible, seeing that she was now glaring down at me, her arms folded against her chest. She was intimidating.

"Spill it." Martine ordered.

...

"You're so fucking nuts!" My sister yelled at me when I was done, I told her a short version of what I was doing. And that was her response, she didn't even know about the gun I bought.

"And that's exactly why I didn't tell anyone. Because I knew you will say something like that." I huffed looking at her innocently.

"No, no sweetheart, those puppy eyes won't work on me." Martine snapped. "You know you are on the highway to insanity, that's why you got paranoid and kept this to yourself." She told me, still angry. "Since when is this going on?"

"Um, uh, I," I stuttered making her glare at me with a raised eyebrow. "Three years, give or take." I sighed seeing how her face shifted from anger to shock.

"Again, you're so fucking nuts." She said shaking her head. Martine sighed sitting next to me on another chair. "Claudie, where are you going with that? Not that I buy the whole monster thing, that's just plain crazy."

"I don't know, I want to know what's going on," I sighed looking at her. "I swear to you, all of what I said is true, two guys saved me from a werewolf." I told her, seeing the look she gave me. "Don't look at me like I'm some kind of freak, I know what I'm talking about, see the papers." I said getting defensive.

"Okay, alright." Martine said trying to calm me down. "Let's say you're right, and all these monsters are real, what are you going to do? Go fight them, Buffy?" She scoffed.

"Don't mock me, alright!" I grunted standing up. "I don't know, I'm not planning anything, I just want to know the truth." I lied to her, making sure that I was looking the other way; she'd know I was lying if she looked into my eyes.

"I can say you already know, sister." Martine told me, still in her seat. "You have all these cases or whatever; it's all telling you the same thing. What else do you want?" She asked me, this time standing up. "Claudie, I know you, and I won't push it, but," she paused sighing, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid, I couldn't handle losing you. This is a dangerous road that you might not come back from, at least safely."

I sighed turning around to face her. I knew my sister had a point, and I knew I was wrong, but it was too late to go back. "Fine, I'll find this guy, talk to him and get my answers, then; I'll forget everything about this." I said to her, I wasn't quite honest though.

"I know you're lying right now." Martine told me, staring into my eyes with her brown ones. "But, you're a big girl. You better not hurt yourself or I will kick you ass."

"God, you start off in a nice way and then go all bitchy." I whined seeing the smirk on her lips. "Bitch." I muttered.

"Not a good way to talk to your older sister." Martine said giving me a head smack.

"Ow, hey!" I protested rubbing my head. "You should go back to work, or just go back to Jared and annoy him instead of me." I pouted.

"I'm not leaving till you clean up this shit, and take a shower, then you're coming with me to the diner," She said firmly, I was about to protest but she raised her finger stopping me instantly. "No, you're not allowed to talk. I left work and came to check on you, and you're going back with me, you need some food, and sun, you look like a vampire." Martine told me screwing her face. "Go grab a shower, I'll clean up here till you finish."

"Fine, Mum!" I huffed walking away from her. "Can't believe we are sisters, you're so annoying." I said hearing her chuckle.

"Don't be a baby, hurry." She teased still laughing at me. "Buffy." She added with a giggle.

"Oh, bite me." I groaned, but that was very amusing for my sister, you'd know that from her laughs.

So, I went upstairs to my room – which was now the master bedroom – and took a long refreshing hot shower. When I was done I dried my hair and applied some light make up, I needed it because I looked like shit. My sister was right on this one. Then I grabbed my favorite denim shorts, a light gray tank top, and a pair of flip-flops. I was done, so I headed downstairs to my sister. Who made the living room looking terribly good, and finally after a few days, the sun found its way into the house, all that in only 45 minutes.

"Wow! You're better than a fairy god mother." I said looking around the clean house.

"And you look less shitty than before." Martine said smiling at me, teasing. "You're welcome by the way. I left my work, my husband and my little baby girl to,"

"God," I huffed stopping her. "Thank you, thank you, and one more thank you. Enough thanks for you, Martine?"

"I can deal." She said, acting like she was humble. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Are we going or not?" I impatiently asked my older sister. I grabbed my bag and stood by the door.

"Yeah, come on." Martine said taking the lead and heading towards her car. She got into the driver seat and I sat down next to her.

"For how long you're going to keep me locked up in the shop?" I moaned. The lack of sleep and food gave me a major headache which my sister's yelling didn't help with and that hot shower just made me feel sleepy, it was all starting to make me cranky.

"What? Locked up, no one can lock you up Sugar." Martine laughed starting the car. "I'll feed you and make sure you're alright, and then I will let you go."

"Martine, you know that when mum told you to look out for me she meant the total opposite of what you're doing now, right?" I asked her, annoyed.

"Well, we can ask mum." She said pulling her mobile phone out of her jeans.

"Shit, damn you." I cursed snatching the phone from her hand. "I really hate your guts now."

"Aww, my heart is breaking for you, Claudia." Martine mocked me. "You know you're wrong, so suck it up and deal with it, consider it a punishment for making me worried sick about you for days." She told me, her tone shifting, she was about to snap again.

"Okay," I sighed. "I'm sorry for not calling you, and for all the terrible things I've ever did, happy now?"

"Don't be a smartass," she said slapping my arm.

"Stop hitting me." I pouted rubbing my arm. "I'm sorry, for real, I didn't mean to get you worried, I only lost the track of time, my god you're worse than mum."

"Well, you ain't dying in my watch, kiddo." Martine said glancing at me while she was driving.

"Don't kiddo me," I sighed. "We are only six years apart, dude." I told her knowing that it wouldn't matter. Martine was my older sister and since we were kids, she felt that she was responsible for me. Yes six years were not huge, but it never stopped her from taking care of me, she was more like a second mum. But she never treated me like a kid, only when I do something wrong, like now, she was mad at me because I was hurting myself. I looked up at her seeing that she was obviously mad, but didn't want to talk till she felt better. "I can see you're trying to deal with your anger issues." I teased hearing her growl. Martine glared at me, the sun hitting her eyes making her almost scary. She shook her head turning back to driving, keeping herself in check. Something I'd never do when I'm mad, she – even with her snappy nature – always managed to get a grip of her emotions, I wouldn't, I'd snap and crack a fire.

We were sisters, but we also had our differences. For starters our looks, with my dark hair, tanned skin, and my brown eyes, and her with light brown hair, lighter skin and taller too. But, if you came upon us in the street, laughing and talking loud like two loonies, you would know we were sisters.

Martine sighed taking her eyes off the road for a second, catching my attention. She tucked her light brown short hair behind her ear, before she looked back at me, keeping an eye on the road. "You're my little sister, since we were kids, it's been my job to take care of you, and," She paused sighing again. "If you pull off something like this again, I swear to God I will kick you fucking ass." She yelled at me angrily.

"Alright, just don't get scary, damn it." I said fast, trying to calm her down again. "Sorry again." I said softly, as I gave her a loose hug.

"Yeah, yeah, suck up." She teased smiling.

"You know you love me." I teased back.

"Yeah, I do, you know that." Martine told me still smiling. "Now, back off, I'm driving."

"I knew it wouldn't last long." I rolled my eyes getting back in my seat looking at the sightless road. I heard her light chuckle teasing me, but I huffed and focused on the road.

...

When we arrived at the diner I jumped out of the car walking before my sister, I saw it was somehow busy as I walked in. I sat on a stool by the bar, when I saw Jared – my sister's husband – waving at me with a grin on his face as he made his way towards me.

"Look who is alive." Jared said smacking my head.

"You all need to stop doing that." I moaned rubbing my head. Jared was like an older brother to me, I'd have kicked his ass, but I knew he must have been worried. "Lay a hand on me again Jar and I'll break you in half." I threatened him.

"Like that?" He said and smacked my head again. I glared at him angrily standing up from the chair.

"Douche," I said slapping his arm. But he made a face at me pushing me a little, and I got pissed. We were used to this kind of shit, we kept teasing till we were wrestling on the floor like kids.

"You two, stop." Martine said walking into the diner. "I've got a kid and I don't need two more." She told us firmly, walking to stand next to Jared, who leaned in to kiss her. "Hey baby." She said cracking a soft smile.

"Hey honey." He said smiling back at her. These two were going to kill me, I mean I hated them at this point being all over my head, but seeing them together always made me smile and sigh, wishing I will end up in a relationship like the one they had. They were now together for ten years, married, sharing everything, and having a little baby girl, Eve, whom I got to name, just like my sister named me.

"Ew, I'm gonna retch." I teased them. "Where is Eve?" I asked about to go around to the back of the diner were Eve usually played.

"No Eve for you, sit down." Martine – bitch from now on – said. "You eat first, and then you see Eve, who you didn't check on in days." She said, typically trying to make me feel guilty.

I huffed looking at Jared for help but he shook his head shrugging. "Fine, I want some pie, and coffee." I asked sitting back on the stool. "Chocolate dude." I told Jared.

"No," Martine said. "Make her pancakes instead; no coffee, orange juice, and no chocolate, fruits are better."

"Okay baby," He said giving her a quick kiss walking away.

"Wuss!" I called after him. And again, I got a slap on my arm, this time from my sister. I growled glaring at her. "Leave me alone, don't you have fucking customers to deal the fuck with?" I told her, feeling eyes on me, looking around I saw that half the people in the diner were looking at me. "Not you guys," I said grinning at them.

"Just sit there," My sister told me, walking around to the back. "I'm going to check on Eve and start my work. I'll bring her to you later, we'll be busy. She is all yours today."

"Yay!" I cheered. My sister shook her head smiling at me before she walked inside.

...

Twenty minutes later I was sitting at one of the tables eating my delicious breakfast. It was fresh and awesome, even with no coffee. I made Jared fix me a fruit cocktail, and I stole the chocolate syrup too, so it was all perfect. It got even better when I felt my phone ringing in my pocket; I pulled it out and saw a number I didn't recognize.

"Hello!" I answered.

"Hello, Ms. Morgan?" I heard a man's voice asking through the phone.

"Yes, who is this?"

"It's Pastor Jim Murphy." The man answered. "You called me earlier but I wasn't available, I was told you needed me in something important?"

"Yes, yes, thank you sir for calling me back." I said fighting the thought of standing up and dancing around the shop. He was one of the men I got information about, but when I called him he wasn't there, and the man who answered promised me to let him know I called as soon as he was back. From what I gathered Pastor Jim wasn't a hunter – not exactly – but he helped them, if anyone needed a shelter, or help of any kind. "I wanted to ask you about a hunter called Winchester, John Winchester."

"What do you want with him?" Pastor Jim asked me, not losing his decent firm tone of voice.

"I need his help in a case, but I couldn't reach him, I only need his phone number." I said eagerly. "Truth is, I'm new to all of this, and I heard he is the best, I need his help. I wouldn't lie to you Pastor."

"Well, if you were lying," He started but I cut his sentence off.

"No, I'm not lying." I said defensively.

"I was going to warn you, if you're a hunter or you knew how things work, you should know that lying won't take you anywhere." Pastor Jim told me, warning me.

"I know sir. I do know." I sighed. He was basically warning me from messing with hunters, or I was going to end up headless.

"Alright then, I will give you his number, even though I haven't heard from him in a while, that's the only number I've got."

"Its okay," I told him. At this point an out dated number was much better than nothing. "I can deal with that."

"Alright then, that's John's number." Pastor Jim said and gave me the number; I didn't have anything to write it down on, so I memorized it.

"Thank you so much Pastor." I said sincerely. "Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome. Good luck."

I had barely hung up on Pastor Jim that I was dialing John Winchester's number. As it was ringing, my heart raced, waiting for anyone to pick up, anyone at all.


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