Claire begins to cough and slowly starts to open her eyes as she feels someone force a rough edged plastic cup in her mouth and pour in lukewarm water.

"Where am I?" Claire asks as she swallows the water and tries to focus on the two shadows standing above her.

"It's alright, you're nearly through the worst of it."

"Worst of what? Who are you?" Claire's vision refuses to focus as the shadows in front of her remain standing.

"You were involved in an accident but you're going to be ok. Claire….Claire?"

The man's voice begins to fade as once again Claire looses consciousness.

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"Claire…Claire help me." Cries Tanya as the blood trickles out of her mouth and down her chin. "Why won't you help me…CLAIRE." With her heart racing and tears trickling down her cheeks, Claire sits up in her bed and closes her eyes trying to force the image of Tanya out of her head. After a few seconds Claire re-opens her eyes and as her heart rate lowers she soon realises that she does not know where she is.

"What the hell? Owwww" Claire reaches down to her right side where she lifts up the t-shirt, she doesn't recognise, to reveal the entire right side of her torso is covered in bandages. Taking a further look down her body Claire inspects the pair of blue boxers she is wearing.

"You were involved in an accident in the woods." Claire jumps as she notices a man standing in the doorway holding a glass of water and a plate of sandwiches. "It was touch and go for a couple of days as your wounds got infected pretty quickly but you pulled through. Your one hell of a fighter I'll give you that."

Claire pulls the covers over her chest as the unshaven man places the food and water down next to her and then pulls alongside a chair and takes a seat.

"My names Dean, Dean Winchester. And you I believe are Claire?"

"How….how did I get here?"

"I brought you here. I found you in the woods and fixed you up best I could what with the supplies I had."

"My friend, Tanya, is she here?"

"Do you remember what happened back at the campsite?" Dean says as he leans forward placing his elbows on his thighs and holding his hands together as if praying.

"The campsite…..yes we were….we were getting ready to eat and I went off to use the toilet. I came back and then…..and then…..oh my god." Claire says as she lets go of the fur rug and holds her hands over her mouth in shock. "Please tell me it was a dream. Please." Claire starts to shake her head while Dean reaches over and picks up a newspaper which was next to the food.

"I'm sorry no. You were very lucky." Dean hands Claire the newspaper where on the front page is a picture of the campsite covered in blood and police tape. "What are you doing?" Dean says as Claire starts to get out of bed.

"I need to go and tell the police what I saw. I can help, I remember what it looked like…I…I….owwwww."

"Here sit back down before you pull out those stitches. I hate to break it to you but whatever you tell the police I really don't think they will believe you."

"But you saw it too right? I mean you were there, you can back me up?"

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because the police and me don't have a very good record." Dean walks over and grabs the first aid kit while Claire has another look at the paper while still holding on to her side.

"What are you doing?" Claire yells as Dean tries to lift up her top.

"I need to check your stitches. Listen darling if I wanted to do anything don't you think I would have by now."

Claire bits down in pain as Dean pulls back the bandage from her side.

"Well they all look fine, but still no sudden movements ok?"

"How long have I been here? A day? Overnight?"

"Err actually try eight days."

"Eight days? Owww." Claire grabs her side again as she goes to stand up but then falls back down on the bed.

"Now what did I just say."

"Bring the police here, tell them I'm awake. Is that them?" Claire tries to look as she hears the front door open.

"Hey Dean you about?"

"In here Sam."

Claire covers herself back over as a younger male enters the room looking just as in shock as Claire does.

"Wow your awake. How you feeling?"

"Like I'm in some sort of fucked up dream."

"We've had a few of those ourselves I can tell ya."

"Are you with the police? Are you here to take my statement?"

"Claire the police won't be coming here." Says Dean.

"Why not?"

"Because you're still classed as missing presumed dead."

"Well the only reason they would think that is if you haven't told them I'm here right?" Claire begins to worry as the two men look at one another and then back at her. "But you told them I'm here? You told them you found me?"

"Like I said Claire the police and I don't have a very good rep and……"

"OH MY GOD you're going to kill me aren't you?" Claire begins to sob as she backs herself in the corner of the bed while Dean turns around as if giving up on the situation leaving Sam to take control.

"Hey…HEY! Look calm down will you. We're not here to hurt you, hell we've been here this whole time making sure you made it through each day without dying. We couldn't take you to the police because…well we couldn't. But I promise you once you are better and fit enough to move we will take you into town and drop you off at the police station ok?"

Claire slowly comes out from her corner as Sam steps back and hands her the glass of water.

"I bet you really miss these situations Sammy?" Smirks Dean.