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Déjà Vu

"I didn't think you would have wanted to know," Dean said trying to back himself up. At this point I didn't care, I was hot, stressed, and wanting my phone. I felt this need to check it. If only I could get into the Impala.

"Let's go," Ellen said not caring for our little sissy argument.

"We'll talk later about this," Sam said trying to calm me down as my breathing increased. "Sit down, relax, after this we are taking you straight to a doctors," Sam said placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. I appreciated it until he let go, and they all disappeared closing the door behind them.

"They'll be back," I told myself and the others around me.

"I can't believe that…demons exist…that things like that are real," someone said in the crowd. I chuckled to myself knowing exactly how that person felt, after all I discovered this fact out four months ago, except something inside me told me I always knew. My dream told me that, and this whole situation was giving me way too much déjà vu. Then I remembered why, when Cas touched my head in my dream, this room was one of the very quick images that flashed in my head. There was something about it.

As the others sat debating about what else was real, I ignored the fact that an argument was about to break out, and I did another head count. Twenty two…no that can't be right, there was twenty one earlier. I decided to count again as footsteps were coming fast down the stairs and the argument between the others was rather heated.

"LET US IN!" Dean shouted banging against the door and it flung open.

"No it's you're fault we're stuck in this bunker all day long!" Someone shouted an outrageous remark.

"Stop it!" Ellen shouted at them all. "You are all better than this," she sighed as the door closed.

There were twenty one again. I decided to count one last time.

Dean tried to make me look in his eyes too tell me something, but my head count meant something, either I was loosing it or something wasn't right in here. "You can fix the argument later," Dean huffed going to the table and shoving everything irrelevant out the way, and grabbed two back packs and started putting lots of ammo in them.

"Twenty two!" I grunted completely confused.

"What the hell are you on about?" Ellen said looking at me as if I were a monkey scratching its ass in the zoo.

"The head count, it keeps changing!" I grunted. "And yes I have included, you, Dean and Sam," I paused looking around. "Where's Sam?" my mouth asked but my gut already knew.

"They took him!" Dean said plainly – like he contained too much emotion.

"The head count," Ellen started taking my experiment seriously. "Are you sure that it's not just you miscounting?"

"No! I am certain someone keeps leaving this room without us knowing about it!" I urged everyone to believe me. They all stared at me with content and awe at what I said.

"Here," Dean said shoving me a back pack and a gun in my hands.

"Claire hunny, do you know who keeps leaving?" Ellen asked now grabbing a gun for herself.

"No," I shrieked, wait…I said thinking of the weird man that had asked me if it was a good idea to go outside, it was weird he sounded worried, but he made me more intent on going and disobeying my brothers' orders.

Suddenly everybody gasped looking at the three of us and backing up against a wall. I put the back pack around my arm and held my gun tightly. "What is it?" Dean asked looking around him.

"You're…Demons!" a man in the crowd shouted.

Within two seconds we were innocent people, save in a bunker, too innocent people running for their lives. Eventually we stopped around a building, out of breath, and exhausted.

"Something is seriously wrong in this town," Dean noted as he regained his breath.

"Something is wrong with these whole people," I noted once I had restored my breath.

"Let's just focus on getting our loved ones out of that smoking house," Ellen said pointing to a house that had black smoke coming out of the chimney.

Dean loaded his gun, and I looked at him shocked as he walked slowly towards the house waiting for Ellen and I to follow. "Where are you going?" I whispered not wanting to alert the people that now were after us.

"We are going to get our brother back," Dean grunted suddenly walking faster and hiding behind a bush.

"Great!" I sighed wanting to think of some sort of plan before we attacked a house full of demons. And besides from that I really needed my phone, I longed for it, and I longed to know that my brother was safe.