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Destined to Die
I sat on Bobby's couch, we got here two hours ago, Sam and Dean were having a sleep. We hadn't informed each other on our troubles, and recent events, Dean was asleep when Sam got home. I had turned the radio on and this artist, Adam Lambert came on. I liked the beat and tapped my foot on the floor to it. I sighed and ended up getting up, I twirled and moved my hips to the beat, laughing as I did this – I was being completely stupid. Footsteps came in and I immediately came to a stop. Sam looked up at me smiling.
"Thought you were asleep," I commented.
He shook his head smiling and grabbing my hand twirling me around on the spot. It soon turned into a sudden rave and I bounced and nodded my head to the beat with him. We fell into fits of laughter just staring at each other. Then for some reason we listened to the lyrics, wanna scream out, no more hiding, Don't be afraid of what's inside, Wanna tell you, you'll be alright, in the aftermath. Sam's expression dropped and looked at me, I looked to the floor, then someone turned off the music, Dean stood there coughing, looking at Sam smiling.
"People are trying to sleep," he smirked. "So stop the dancing and make the most of this time," he chuckled shaking his head and leaving the room.
Sam and I pursed our lips. Sam went to say something but I stopped him and decided to go back to bed.
I stood with Dean at Bobby's junkyard. I loved the smell of rust metal, the taste of the luke warm cola in my hands, and the sound of passing trains – the whole world just passing us by yet we were here.
"You gunna try it?" I asked as I watched Dean place the four rings on the bench in front of him. I moved closer to watch him.
"Hmm," was the reply I got as he examined the ring in his hand. "Here goes nothing," he sighed and placed it on the table. With one finger he moved it closer towards the ring in the centre, the other three followed, then like a magnet they snapped and joined the ring in the middle.
"Well it works," I smiled, however fear currently raged through my system, so much the baby kicked in protest.
Footsteps crunched on the stone floor, we looked up to see Bobby's kind face greet us, I smiled "Hey Bobby,"
He nodded in reply.
"Well how'd it go at the rocket's audition?" Dean asked smiling as he sat on the work bench.
"High kicks fair, boot kick needs some work, I walked up and down the stairs last night for…no good reason," Bobby said tilting his head quickly to one side. "I'm sore," he laughed. "Feels so good, I'm scared it's a dream!" he smiled.
"Well it's not," I beamed, I loved seeing Bobby happy. From the moment I met him he was a miserable sod! But now…he's so full of life!
"I know kid," he smiled nodding at me. "But then I remember that the worlds dying bloody so…drink?" he asked Dean, handing him a beer.
I gave Bobby evils.
He shrugged "Sorry Claire,"
I sighed "Don't sweat it,"
Dean accepted the drink, and undid the top, he glanced at Bobby. "Check it out," He placed the rings accordingly on the table, then moved the one, again towards the centre, and like magnets they joined to the middle one.
Bobby mid swing in drinking almost choked. He went to touch them but decided against it. "So Death told you how to operate those?" he questioned. "The whole deal?"
"Yeah it's nuts," Dean breathed. "Of course I got bigger problems now," Dean sighed.
"Really? Like…?" Bobby waited.
"What do you think Death does to people who lie to his face?" Dean questioned and I smiled trying to hide it by biting my lip, but then my expression became sad. If Dean went against his word then he would die, so either way we go into this fight, one of us will end up dead!
Bobby seemed furious. "Nothing good, what did you say?" he said casually and sat down on the bench.
"That I was cool with Sam driving the bus on the whole Lucifer plan," Dean said taking a sip of beer, I sat down beside him.
"So Death thinks Sam ought to say yes huh?" Bobby asked his eyes wide.
"I don't know…yeah," Dean nodded looking at the rings. "But I mean of course he'd say that, he works for Lucifer," Dean shrugged.
"Against his will, I thought he said?" Bobby questioned leaning in closer.
"Well I say take his sob story with a fat grain of salt, I mean he is death!" Dean shrugged again.
"I didn't think he was lying," I frowned.
Dean glanced at me and contemplated my sudden outburst.
"Claire's right, I mean yeah he's Death, but think of the birds eye view," Bobby shrugged.
Dean stared at him and me in disbelief. "Seriously?"
"I'm just saying," Bobby shrugged.
"Well don't!" Dean snapped. "I mean what happened to you being against this?" Dean questioned.
"Look I'm not saying Satan ain't full of character deflexed but…" Bobby mumbled and I wasn't quite sure what he said.
"But what?" Dean urged.
"…back at Niveus, I watched that kid pull one civilian out after another, he must have saved ten people, never stopped, never slowed down. We're hard on him, we've always been, but in the mean time he's been running into burning buildings since he was what twelve?" Bobby asked.
"Pretty much," Dean muttered.
"Look Sam's got a darkness in him, and I'm not saying he don't, but he's got a hell of a lot of good in him too," Bobby said.
I nodded in agreement, so did Dean.
"I know," Dean breathed.
"Then you know, Sam will beat the devil, or die trying," Bobby said and the thought of Sam dying made my spine shiver, infact my whole skin was covered in goose-bumps. "And that's the best we could ask for, so I gotta ask Dean, what exactly are you afraid of?" Bobby questioned and I looked at Dean waiting for an answer. Dean looked up at Bobby, his eyes glazed. "Loosing? Or loosing your brother?" Bobby questioned.
"Or the question could be, what about loosing? Or Loosing my brother and sister? The only family, apart from you, in my life?" Dean questioned his face tense.
"What you talking about boy?" Bobby questioned as my eyes became watery.
Dean stormed off back to the house, not wanting to talk about it, I knew I had to talk to Bobby about Dean's sudden outburst.
"Claire, you're not in any trouble are ya? I thought you were the only safe one, considering you're baby?" Bobby nodded towards my stomach.
I couldn't tell him, I couldn't say that I was destined to die. "When Michael and Lucifer battle it out, I'm supposed to be there," I shrugged water filling my eyes.
Bobby shrugged. "So what? The sprog will probably be out by then,"
I shook my head struggling for words.
"The sprog is supposed to come OUT then!" I laughed as more tears formed, some managed to escape. Bobby's face stared at me in horror. "Lucifer h-h-he's supposed, t-t-to make me go in labour, he's an angel after all," I shrugged and ran my hand through my hair.
Bobby sighed closing his eyes and looking at the floor. "I-I'm s-sor,"
"Don't!" I snapped shaking my head. "Don't apologise for something that you can't stop, you can't feel! Because you're not cursed like we are," I breathed and stood up, wiping away the tears.
"No!" Bobby shouted back, and I turned around. "You will get out of this," Bobby's eyes were watery.
"How? Lucifer is supposed to be in Sam when I give birth," I shrugged.
"Good," Bobby said suddenly smiling. "Then you can raise the kid saying that his uncle made him be born, what's the deal?" Bobby frowned intense.
I seemed taken aback by the simple question. "It doesn't matter," I shrugged faking a smile about to walk away.
"Claire!" Bobby's authority using voice took place. "Tell me," he spoke more softly.
"I'm supposed to die!" I said it like saying it to myself for the first time, as well as to Bobby.
"W-what?" Bobby asked taken aback, with his new legs he ran into the house, I was fast behind him.
Dean was casually sitting on the sofa taking a sip of beer; Bobby marched in, and stood infront of the telly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Bobby demanded.
"What?" Dean asked acting dumb.
I gave Dean a glossy expression and he sighed closing his eyes. "Bobby I'm sorry," Dean sighed.
"You're saying sorry to me?" Bobby protested. "What about her?" Bobby screamed pointing to me. "Now I know I haven't been there in…intimate moments between you three, but my guess is you've been avoiding this fact like the plague!" Bobby protested spit coming out of his mouth he was so furious.
"Stop it," I sighed trying not to cry. This was too real, death, I couldn't handle it – I didn't want too!
"What did you want me to do, prepare for two funerals?" Dean shouted.
"Please," I sighed trying to blink away the tears.
"No! I wanted you to bring her into the equation, are you an idjut? This girl, your sister, is going to die if we don't help her?" Bobby shouted.
"You don't think I know that?" Dean asked standing up.
"STOP IT!" I screamed getting in-between them. They looked at me taken aback. "Stop it," I panted. "Don't make this real to me, don't make me have to deal with this, I won't accept it," I snapped.
Dean sighed. "This is why," he glared at Bobby.
"Claire, you're gunna have too," Sam sighed stepping in from the side. I stared up at him my eyes full of water.
I shook my head.
Dean looked away – I knew he was trying to hide some sort of emotion from me.
"This is real, death is always something we can't stop, sometimes we have to accept it," Sam shrugged.
Dean stared at him in disbelief. "Wait a minute, didn't you tell me the other day not to give up hope on her?" Dean questioned.
"Well yeah, but that was before Brady told us she was going to die," Sam shrugged.
"She's only going to die if you kill her," Dean snapped and the room fell silent.
Sam blinked at Dean, startled by the comment, he just stood there. Bobby's mouth fell open, as did mine, and Dean rubbed his hand through his hair. Dean had a point, if Sam could take control, Lucifer wouldn't kill me. I flumped myself on the couch, my ankles and back hurting, I sighed and rubbed my face.
"Sam," I breathed.
Sam suddenly laughed. "Dean you're right, if I take control of Lucifer, I can stop ALL of this," Sam smirked.
"We need to talk, alone," Dean replied grabbing Sam by the arm and dragging him into another room.
