Stumbling through the woods, Claire glared at John and Dean, who walked further ahead of her. Pulling the straps to her backpack up, Claire stepped over the fallen tree branches and tried to keep up.
"Hey, are you alright?"
Claire looked to her left and saw that Sam was walking next to her, holding a flashlight.
"I'm fine," Claire replied, before facing forward.
Sam nodded, and they continued walking in silence. After an hour, John called back to them, and they took a small break. By then, it was dark out. Dean suggested that they walk a little more, before setting up camp. Much to Claire's liking, John ordered them all to get up and continue walking after ten minutes.
"So, where are you from?" Sam asked, trying to make small talk with the young woman.
"Australia," she replied, ducking down to avoid and tree branch.
Sam looked at her, in total interest. "Australia? Wow, that must be cool," he said.
Claire shrugged, "I guess so."
"What part are you from?" Sam asked, as John and Dean stopped further ahead.
"Perth," she answered.
Before Sam could reply, they were standing in front of Dean and John. For a brief moment, John met Claire eye-to-eye, before she looked away.
"We make camp here. Tomorrow we'll continue moving," said John, as he dropped his bag onto the ground.
As Sam and Dean started setting up their things, Claire stood in her spot, watching them.
"Where are we supposed to sleep, John?" she asked, as the elder man tucked a gun into the back of his jeans.
"I packed you a blanket to lay on," he said, walking towards her. "Don't worry, I know how much you hate camping," he said, with a small smile.
Then he walked past her and called for Sam and Dean, and had them collect firewood further out into the woods. Once they were out of earshot, John turned to face Claire.
"You'll stick with me. Let's get moving before it gets too dark to do anything," he said, turning on the extra flashlight.
Claire took it from him and follwed him into the deep, dark, creepy woods. She was in for a long night.
