A.N: Heyy, here's the new chapter! Thank you all for your support=) I hope you all will like this one, and don't forget to review please=)
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=)
Claire stared at Heather in shock. "This can't be happening again," she muttered to herself but the demon heard her loud and clear.
"Oh Claire, don't worry. I promise this will be the last time it happens," the demon said.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
"Why did you kill my grandma?" tears started brimming Claire's eyes.
"Well, that wasn't me," the demon started and pushed her against the wall. "You see, when you send someone else to do your job, things don't go exactly like you want."
"Just kill me," Claire said quietly and the demon smirked.
"And where's the fun in that? Today I feel like having fun with you. Last time I saw you, I was pretty nice, but then we had to bump into a Winchester," the demon walked away, letting her fall on the floor. She smirked. "I don't like it when they get involved- and now they are running upstairs to save you. Lovely."
Claire frowned. What the hell?
The demon pulled Claire up by the hair. "C'mon, I want to see who will try to save your pretty ass and fail."
She dragged her all the way to the living room. The comments made Claire feel guiltier than she already was feeling. She didn't want to hurt anyone else; she just wanted to be done with it, whatever it was.
"Oh! Do you hear that?" the demon's smirk went wider. "They are coming for you. How sweet!"
The footsteps stopped in front of the door. The demon let go of her hair, and from the living room, opened the door, letting them step in cautiously.
"Well, hello boys!" the demon said, getting a knife from the kitchen and grabbing Claire from the hair again, pressing the knife against her throat. "You took long!"
Sam was pointing his gun at Heather while Dean held a knife tightly.
"Let them go," Sam gritted his teeth but the demon just laughed.
"I don't think so," she pulled Claire's hair tighter and pressed the blade of the knife even harder against her throat. Blood dripped down her neck and Claire let out a whimper. Dean took a step closer but this caused the demon to press it even more. Claire gasped and Sam pulled Dean back.
"Unless you want to die too, I suggest you to leave."
"Like hell that's going to happen!" Dean said and held up the knife. "Let them go, now!"
"Sorry Dean..." Heather said. "Orders are orders..."
"Orders?" Sam asked and Heather raised her brows.
"Oh..." she looked at them, feigning innocence."Oh, you don't know, huh? It's adorable..."
Dean took a step towards her, but she tsked.
"Uh uh uh..." she said."Not so fast, cowboy. Unless you want me to spill her organs to the floor..."
"Oh God..." Claire whimpered and Heather clicked her tongue.
"He is not here right now, sweetheart," she smiled at Claire's efforts to get free. "You know what's really weird? Those were your grandmother's last words as well…" she whispered into her ear. "Just before she started begging…"
"Let me go, you bitch!" Claire said with a newfound rage, struggling against her grip.
"Don't move, Claire, everything will be fine," Sam said trying to sound as calm as possible.
"What orders?" Dean questioned her.
Heather laughed. "Wow, so you think I'm going to just spill out the info?"
"No," Dean said smiling. "I know you're going to tell us about these orders."
"That's where you're incredibly wrong," Heather turned to look at Sam and giggled. "If you only knew…"
Claire didn't know what was going on. Why would someone want her dead? She heard Sam muttering something in another language. Heather let go of Claire and sent Sam flying to a wall.
"That's not happening tonight, love." She said and held Claire again. "And Barbie? Behave for a minute"
"Sam?" she whispered as she tried to scramble out of her grip, afraid that he wouldn't answer, but he stood up.
"Oh how sweet…" the demon said with a fake tenderness in her voice.
"What do you want from me?" Claire asked breathlessly and the demon let out a chuckle.
"Me? I'm just a messenger. You're lucky I got to you first, I usually like doing my thing fast."
"If this is fast, I wonder what is slow," Claire started but the demon dropped her and sent her flying to the wall. Heather turned to look at Claire, turning her back to the boys, and played with the knife.
"You really need to learn when to shut the fuck up," Heather walked up to her until their faces were a few inches apart. "You're a nice meat suit, but you can be really annoying."
Claire saw Dean walking towards Heather with a knife, but tried to ignore him.
"Bitch," Dean said and Heather immediately turned around. Dean threw holy water on Heather. Claire fell hard on the floor and hit her head on a chair.
"Claire!" Sam shouted, but she didn't answer.
Dean was about to stab the demon when Heather's eyes turned black.
"I don't think so, pretty boy," the demon said and the black smoke left Heather's body. Heather collapsed but Dean was able to catch her.
"Claire!" Sam ran to her side, checked if she was still breathing, and then, let out a breath.
"She's fine," he told Dean, examining the open wound on her head as Heather's eyelids fluttered open.
"Who-who are you?" she rasped out. "Wh-" when she saw Claire, she tried to stand up. "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing..." Sam said in an assuring voice, and lifted Claire from the ground.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Okay, Heather, calm down!" Dean snapped as Sam placed Claire on the couch and he crouched down, patting Claire's cheek gently.
"Claire, come on, wake up."
Meanwhile, Heather had thrown herself on the other couch, sobbing, and Dean groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Sammy, you go and deal with the drama queen, I'll wake her up."
Sam turned his eyes to the sobbing girl on the couch. "Dude-"
"Come on, give her your puppy eyes, she'll be fine."
Sam shot him an evil look and walked to Heather. "Um- Heather?"
"Go away! She's dead, right? I know she's dead! I killed her- Oh, I want to wake up from this nightmare!"
"God knows me too..." Dean muttered. "Hey, blondie. Come on, open your eyes."
Claire stirred a little and Dean sat next to her.
"Claire?" Heather ran to her side, pushing Dean out of the way.
She opened her eyes and groaned. Her hand flew to her head and when she looked at it, it was soaked in blood. Her eyes went wide and Heather immediately hugged her tightly.
"Oh God, Claire! I thought I killed you! I'm so sorry! Oh, Claire!" Heather sobbed loudly. Claire looked at Sam and Dean and mouthed, 'Help me.'
"Okay, okay, that's enough, drama queen," Dean pulled her off Claire. "She needs to go to the hospital."
Heather's eyes only focused on Claire. "I'm coming with you."
"Heather, I'm fine," Claire sat up with Sam's help. "Do you guys mind taking me to the hospital?"
Sam shook his head but Heather frowned. "I'm taking you to the hospital! This is MY fault!"
"I think it's better if you stay home," Dean said and walked up to the kitchen.
"You are freaking out and that's just going to make her more nervous," Sam tried to reason with her but she wouldn't listen.
"But this is my fault!"
Claire rolled her eyes and winced. It hurt more than she expected. "I'm going with them and you're staying!"
Dean walked back with a bottle of vodka and a kitchen towel.
"Oh great, I need a drink-" Claire reached out but Dean pulled it away before she could grab the bottle.
"Not now," he smirked at her and poured some alcohol on the towel, pressing it to her head.
"Ouch! Dean, it hurts!"
"You'll live," he said as Heather let out a sob.
"I thought I killed you!"
"But you didn't, yay," Claire mumbled as Heather slumped down on the coach.
"What the hell has gotten into me?"
Sam muttered something along the lines, "you wouldn't believe," and Claire let out a hiss as Dean pressed the towel to the wound harder than before.
"Give me that-"
"Claire-"
"You're hurting my head!"
"You're hurting my head right now too, but I'm not bitching about it," Dean muttered as Claire smacked his hand.
"Hilarious. My best friend just got possessed and tried to kill me, shouldn't you be nicer to me?"
"I got- what?"
"Not now, Heather!"
"We should go," Sam said, looking at them, and put his hands in his pockets.
"Can you stand on your own?" Dean asked Claire but as soon as she tried to stand up, she sat back down.
"I guess not," Claire held on to Dean so she could stand up. Heather glared at Dean and helped her up.
"I'm com-"
Claire kissed Heather's cheek and smiled. "I'll see you later."
"But-"
They walked out of the door before Heather could object and annoy them even more.
"Phew." Dean whistled "You have one crazy roommate, I'm telling ya."
Claire glared at him. "Thanks," she said and got in their car.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
She nodded and hugged herself, leaning her head on the window, blinking back the tears.
"Don't fall asleep," Sam warned her. "We're not sure if everything's okay yet."
She nodded again. "Yeah, okay," she paused. "Guys...what did she mean, back there? As in...orders?"
A silence fell upon them and Claire turned her head.
"Dean, the hospital-"
"We're not going to the hospital," he said curtly and Claire frowned.
"Excuse me?"
"We aren't going because you aren't dying," Dean said and kept driving.
"Where are we going then?" she gulped nervously.
"Oh, don't worry, Claire, you'll be fine," Sam looked at her and smiled.
"Yeah, nice to know- where you are taking me?"
"To our hotel," Dean simply said looking at her through the rear mirror.
"Your hotel?" Claire repeated. "Do you have any freaking idea how creepy that sounds? You can't just kidnap me to 'your hotel'!" she mimicked Dean's voice. "There could be something seriously wrong with my head-"
"You got that right-"
"Dude!"
"What, just saying," Dean shrugged.
Claire clenched her teeth. "I need to go to hospital."
"Demons can get to you in hospital."
"And I could die from internal bleeding in your hotel!"
Dean finally parked in front of a hotel. A cheap hotel.
"Look, you're going to be fine, blondie," Dean got out of the car and helped her out. "Besides, I'm sure you don't want to be waiting at some hospital."
Claire sighed. And I'm sure I don't want to spend my night in some sketchy hotel.
Claire stood in front of the room's door. She took a look at the room when Dean opened the door and raised her eyebrows. She had been right.
"And I want to stay here?"
"Well, we aren't rich like you," Dean said and walked in.
"I don't want to stay here."
"Tough luck! This is all we can offer."
"I have an open wound on my head," she said, as if talking with a five year old. "Wound. Bleeding. Dangerous," she motioned at the beds. "Do you have any idea how many germs are probably dancing on that pillow right now? I can't sleep there!"
"Claire-"
"Don't 'Claire' me, Sam, I'm hurt! Have you seen my head? I need help, it's probably going to scar-"
"Listen, princess, it's either this, or demons," Dean cut her off with a rather stern voice, and Claire shot Sam a pleading look. "You choose."
"I'm sure it won't scar," Sam said trying to sound assuring. "It's not even a deep one."
She tried to resist the urge to stomp her feet like a child.
"Fine. But I'm telling you, if I die because of it, I'm haunting both of you."
Dean snorted. "I'd like to see you try."
"Hey!"
"Just saying," he gave her a childish smile. I won't think any of it, she thought.
Claire walked up to the mirror and looked at her hair.
"I need a shower."
"Need help?" Dean smirked as he sat on one of the beds. She glared at Dean and locked herself in the bathroom.
She took a look at the shower and she shuddered.
"And I'm supposed to shower here?" she shouted and started undressing quickly. When she finished her shower and went out, she saw that Sam was lying on one bed and Dean on the other one and frowned.
"Um," Claire stammered. "Who will I sleep with- I mean-" she paused when Dean grinned."Bedwise."
Dean's grin went wider. "Me?" he offered innocently and Claire tried to ignore the annoying, fluttering feeling in her stomach.
"I could stay in another room," she stated but Sam shook his head.
"The demons can attack again. I don't think it would be safe."
She heaved a sigh and sat down on the bed. "You think they would?"
"I don't think so, but it's better not to take any risks."
She crossed her arms. "Okay...is there any other room? You or Dean can stay with me, and you know, that way things wouldn't be this awkward," she let out a nervous laugh.
Dean shook his head. "It's better if we stick together, at least for now."
Claire gulped and turned to look at Sam.
"He's right. Demons might swing buy and we can't afford to be apart," Sam gave her an apologetic look. She sighed and sat on Sam's bed.
"Do you-"
"Oh-no, not at all," Sam stood up nervously. "I can sleep on the floor."
Dean raised his eyebrows and coughed. Claire glared at him.
"Don't be ridiculous, it's my fault you're here," she moved to the left side of the bed and patted the empty space next to her. "We're adults and I know that unlike your brother," Dean glared at her. "You will behave."
Sam cleared his throat and sat on the bed awkwardly.
"So, how will we-?" Claire coughed. "I'm staying on this side-"
"I'll take this side," Sam said awkwardly.
"Sure," Claire smiled.
"Will I need to cover my ears?"
Claire glared at him. "Hilarious," she said. "Sam, are you sure we're going to fit in this bed?"
Sam raised his brows.
"I mean, no offense, but you're kinda...big and it's a twin bed."
Dean rolled his eyes. "You can sleep in my bed princess, come on."
Claire felt her cheeks burning. "I think I'll be fine, thanks."
"I'm not going to bite..." Dean grinned at her. "Unless that's what you-"
"Dean!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "You're boring, Sammy. You always 'Dean' or 'dude' me," he mocked his brother.
"Claire just met us. She probably thinks we're freaks-" Sam started and Claire could only lower her eyes. "And you say things like those."
Dean grinned. "I'm sure she prefers us 'freaks' over some demons."
"Can you please stop talking about me like if I wasn't here?"
They both turned to look at her.
"And I don't think you're freaks," she stated and cleared her throat. "Well...not that much."
"Gee, thanks."
"You hunt demons for a living," she reminded him. "I think you should be happy that I added 'not that much'," she got up from the bed and got in Dean's bed. "If you say anything, I'll kick you."
"So that means that I can bite you?"
Claire swung her feet to slam it to his leg. "Shut it, Casanova," she muttered and started dozing off as soon as her head hit the pillow.
"Maybe we should call Cas..." was the last thing she heard before falling into a dreamless slumber.
"Hey, sleeping beauty," someone nudged her. "It's time to wake up."
"Five more minutes," she snuggled closer to the voice.
"Dean..." she heard another voice said and then she realized where she was. Claire didn't even want to open her eyes. This is just perfect!
"Damn it..." she whispered to herself and opened her eyes. Dean was grinning down at her with an arrogant expression on his face."Dean!" she exclaimed. "What the hell-?"
Dean held up his hands, feigning surrender. "You were the one who used me as a pillow."
"You-I-" Claire stammered and got up from the bed. "You're unbelievable!"
"And you drool a little," Dean smirked and pointed at the side of her mouth. "Cute."
Claire opened her mouth to argue, but then changed her mind and turned to look at Sam, trying to stay calm.
"Good morning."
Sam smiled. "Yeah, you too."
"How come I didn't get a 'good morning'?" Dean asked in a mocking, hurt voice. "You'd think after a night of cuddling you'd be nicer to me."
"I was sleeping! I probably thought you were Johnny Depp," Claire blushed and ran to the bathroom.
"I don't buy that! I don't look like Johnny Depp!" Dean shouted. She could hear Sam chuckling.
When Claire came out of the bathroom, they stopped talking.
"So," she pulled her hair into a messy bun. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"Nothing," Dean took his shirt off and grabbed a clean one. Or at least Claire thought it was clean. She stared at him and of course, he smiled. "We're taking you home."
"Is it safe? I mean, I don't want to die," she rubbed her neck nervously. Sam checked his cell phone and shrugged.
"We can't stay here forever, and we're waiting on someone to let us know what's going on."
She got her phone and saw the 23 missed calls from Heather. "Oh, you're waiting on Cas?"
That seemed to alarm both Dean and Sam.
"Cas?" Sam said. "Claire, how do you-"
"You were talking about him or her last night," she said. "Who is he? Another hunter?"
"What else did you hear?" Dean's question came out as a demand and Claire frowned.
"Not much-" she was cut off when Dean threw a bottle to her direction and she caught it in the air. "What's this?"
"Drink that."
"What is it?" she repeated her question.
"Just drink that-"
"It's holy water," Sam cut him off. "It's harmless, I swear."
"Why am I drinking this?"
"Don't you ever do something without questioning it?"
"Didn't your mother tell you not to ingest anything strangers offered?" she asked back and it took her a second to realize she had said something wrong, by the look on Dean's face.
"Drink that or I'll force it down your throat," he said in a low tone, and she gulped down the water.
"There. Happy?"
"Very," Dean said and took the bottle back. Suddenly Sam started looking for something in his backpack. "Sammy?"
"I've an idea," he took a permanent marker from the bag and walked up to Claire.
"Um-what the hell?"
"Well, we can't be making you drink holy water all the time," Sam looked at her and got her arm. "I'm going to draw an anti-possession sign on your arm. Don't wash it, and if you see it's fading, let me know."
"Nice one, Sam!"
"My life used to be so simple," Claire sighed as Sam drew the sign on her arm and she fidgeted a little.
"Tickles," she muttered when Sam shot her a weird look and shook his head, smiling.
"So, this Cas..." she said."Who is he or she? Can he or she help me-us?"
Sam nodded. "Cas is a he and… he's a good friend of ours. If there's anyone who can help us, it's him."
"Oh, so he is a hunter?" she asked and Dean and Sam exchanged looks.
"You could say that."
She bit her lip."Can I ask you something?" Sam nodded. "Last night, when the demon said others...what did it mean?"
Dean's jaw clenched. "That's what we're trying to find out," he said as Sam finished up the sign.
"Here you go," he said and Claire inspected the drawing.
"Huh..." she muttered."Thanks."
"Are we taking you to your apartment?" Dean asked her as they left the room and made their way to the car.
"Yeah, sure," she said absentmindedly.
"Are you doing okay?" Sam asked her and she shrugged.
"Who cares?"
They got in the car and suddenly, someone appeared next to her. She turned her gaze to the right and a man in a trench coat was staring at her curiously.
"Holy shit!" she jumped from her seat and the man cocked his head to the right.
"Hello."
"How-How the fuck did he appear out of nowhere?"
"Damn it, Cas-" Dean pulled over and both him and Sam turned around in their seats, Claire, on the other and started clawing at the door handle.
"How the- how did you- how did he do that?" she paused. "Wait a second, Cas? This is the man you've been waiting?"
Castiel didn't show any sign of hearing her. "Dean, the demons are looking for-"
Claire lowered her voice. "Is he a magician? Psychic? Wizard?" she asked Sam and Castiel frowned slightly.
"I don't understand the reason of her whispering," Castiel said and turned to her. "I'm no magician. I'm an ang-"
"Whoa, whoa, Cas!" Dean cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "You might not want to pull that card now."
Castiel nodded and Claire just looked at him horrified.
"Now tell us, what happened?"
"You know what guys, I can walk home," Claire opened the door of the Impala, and as soon as she was out, Castiel stood in front of her. "What the fuck?"
Castiel looked at her curiously. She felt that she was being pranked by them. Am I on TV? She looked around her to try to find the hidden cameras, but she found nothing.
Dean and Sam got out of the car quickly. Claire immediately got closer to Dean and tried to use him as a shield.
"How many times have I told you that you can't do that, Cas! You creep people out!"
Claire held his arm tight for support. "This got to be a joke!"
Dean turned to look at her and gave her a faint smile. "He's one of us, he's a good guy. Cas means well," he turned to look at him. "Right?"
Cas frowned. "Yes, of course. Why would she think-"
Sam shook his head."She's shaking, Dean."
"Claire, seriously," Dean said in an assuring voice. "He's cool."
"He appeared out of nowhere! How does one do that?"
Dean heaved a sigh and gave up on trying to convince her, so he turned to Cas.
"You were saying something about demons?"
Castiel nodded his head. "There are some…rumors about demons trying to hunt a human down. I believe it is her."
For over a minute, no one talked. And then, Claire broke the silence with a hoarse voice.
"Fuck my life."
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