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TIMESTAMP: POST SEASON 4, EPISODE 10: HEAVEN AND HELL

She was on a hard, dirty floor, curled up on her side, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth into a steadily growing pool. Her body ached.

"I apologize for any damage done to your body. Had you not fought back perhaps Uriel would have been less… intense," someone said.

She heaved herself into a sitting position, tensing her muscles to keep herself from shaking.

"Castiel?" she croaked. "What…"

He stepped over to help her up. "We completed all necessary examinations while you were unconscious. You are free to leave," he paused. "I think."

"That sounded kind of rape-ey," Claire grumbled. "I don't remember… anything."

"Like I said, Uriel gets intense," Cas repeated.

"What happened?" she drew away from him, coming to her senses enough to be suspicious. He looked at her.

"We needed to test some theories. Or rather, gain enough information to form some theories," he told her.

"Theories about what?" she asked. Mentally she did a check. Her gun was gone, but she could feel her knife pressing into her calf. Not that it would be much use against an angel – but it was comforting to have it there.

He didn't talk for a while. "I can't tell you," he said finally.

"Like hell you can't," she spat. "You beat the crap out of me and… and… completed examinations, and you won't even tell me why? Maybe you aren't as decent a guy as we thought."

He blinked. "I would like to tell you, but heaven has rules. Here, I can take you back to Sam and Dean."

He raised a hand to touch her shoulder, but she smacked it away.

"Not until I've got answers," she snapped.

Again, he was silent for many seconds. "I can't tell you much," he sighed eventually. And you can't let on that you know any of this – to anyone. Not to the angels, not to your brothers, no one."

"Fine," she said immediately.

"Don't lie to me," Castiel said. "You will not tell anyone, or I will not tell you."

Claire hesitated. "Fine. I won't."

He seemed to accept that this time she was telling the truth, because he looked away as if trying to figure out how to string words together.

"Sam is special," was what he came up with.

"So it's been said," Claire said dryly.

"But Dean is special, too," Cas continued. "It's said… the righteous man who begins it, is the only one who can finish it."

"Well that's sufficiently ominous. What does it have to do with me?" Claire asked.

"That's exactly it. How can it be possible that both Dean and Sam have such destinies, while you are nothing? Ordinary?"

"Thanks."

"So we… touched you," Cas said. Claire's eyebrows shot up.

"Great, so you did rape me?" stabbing him with that knife was sounding like a real satisfying option as time wore on.

"No, we touched your soul," Castiel explained.

"Oh, well that's okay then," she said sarcastically.

"We needed to know if there was anything Written there," Cas said. "Something we may have missed, something that wasn't foretold."

"And was there anything?" Claire asked icily.

"Yes," Cas replied.

"Oh yeah? What?"

"That I can't tell you," he pursed his lips. "Even if I did, you wouldn't understand."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"It's time you went back," he said abruptly. "I can heal you, so Sam and Dean won't ask questions."

"Yeah, I'll come back after being missing for hours, but it's okay, they won't be suspicious, I've been healed."

He shot her a look, but place two fingers on her forehead, and instantly she felt a hundred times better.

"It would be best if you forgot this ever happened," Castiel advised.

Fat chance, she thought, but nodded to humour him. His hand moved to her shoulder and she was gone.