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: I 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 ximenah and before you ask, we don't write Mary Sues, thank you=)
Claire had to beg Dean that night not to have her sleep in the same room as Juliet. No matter how much Dean had tried to convince her, she still couldn't see Juliet as a 'harmless' person. So it left Dean and Juliet staying in the same room, while Claire slept in the same room as Sam.
"Do you think we should wake them up?" Claire asked when Sam got out of the shower. He chuckled.
"I'm not taking that risk, but go ahead."
"What?"
Sam raised his brows. "Long story. Tell Dean to get ready though, we should go check on the leader before hunting him down."
She nodded and left the room. She tried to hear what was going on in the next room, but there seemed to be no voices, so she knocked on the door and stepped back.
A couple of seconds later, Dean opened the door, and Claire gawked at the sight of his naked chest. She gulped, trying to keep her eyes up.
"Sam- um-" she cleared her throat. "Sam told me to wake you up, he says you should get ready because the leader-"
"Yeah, okay," he nodded, walking back into the room and Claire took a look, arching her brows slightly when she saw the separate beds. Dean grabbed his shirt from the chair and put it on while Claire leaned on the doorframe, crossing her arms.
"Jules, wake up," Dean pulled the covers off of her, revealing her figure. Juliet let out a groan and buried her face into the pillow, curling up into a ball and mumbling something into the pillow. Dean grinned.
"Still not a morning person?"
No answer.
Dean grabbed his gun and tucked it into his waistband, then shook Juliet, which resulted in her pulling a knife from under her pillow and throwing it at the wall without lifting her head.
"Missed," Dean said calmly. "Listen, me and Sam are gonna track down the leader, keep an eye on Claire until we get back, okay?"
Claire's eyes widened and she waved her arms in order to attract Dean's attention, shaking her head fervently.
"And don't shoot her."
Juliet muttered something incoherent into her pillow.
"No stabbing either," Dean said. "Call me when you wake up." With that, he left the room, holding Claire's arm and dragging her out of there. Claire smacked his hand.
"Why did you do that?! I don't need anyone to babysit me, let alone a psychopathic killer-"
"She might be a little psycho, but she doesn't kill humans," Dean said patiently as they walked into Sam and Claire's room. "You ready, Sammy?"
"Yeah, where's Juliet?"
"Sleeping."
"Dean, I'm serious, you cannot leave me alone with her!"
"Claire," Dean said, in a tone that signaled he wasn't in the mood to argue. "She's a hunter, and we still don't know why demons are after you, so if something happens, she'd be able to handle it and fight them."
"Yeah, if she doesn't kill me first, that is!"
"She won't kill you," Dean repeated, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Stay here, don't leave the room, okay?"
Without waiting for her answer, he walked out of the room with Sam, and Claire heard his hand slam against Juliet's door, yelling her to wake up.
"Great."
She crossed her arms and flung herself on the bed.
Not too long after the brothers left, Claire heard someone knock on the door before opening it, and Juliet walked in, yawning.
"Morning…"
"Good morning," Claire said, involuntarily pulling herself up on the bed and Juliet frowned slightly.
"Why do you look like you're about to scream? Dude, do I look that bad in the mornings?"
Check your wallet, check your watch, and repeat it in every five seconds…
"No reason," Claire said, as Juliet checked her watch.
"Are you hungry?"
Claire shrugged and Juliet pulled her hair into a ponytail.
"Okay, I'm starving, so we should go get some food. Come on, get dressed."
Claire stood up, and paused.
"Um- no offense-" she said. "But I'm not very comfortable with…you know, spending time with you."
Juliet raised her brows. "Why?"
"You killed people last night," Claire said deadpanned, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"If I hadn't killed them, they would probably be killing or harming people right now, do you know how many people they hurt before I got here?"
Claire gulped, shifting her weight and Juliet snorted.
"Fine, suit yourself. I'll go get myself something to eat, draw a salt circle and wait for me until I get back. Or don't, whatever, I don't give a shit."
Claire licked her lips, pulling at her hair. "If I come with you, are you gonna kill everyone and everything in your path?"
Juliet rolled her eyes. "If we come across a monster, yeah. I don't understand why you're making it such a big deal, it's not like I'll attack you."
"You won't?"
"Why would I?" Juliet asked back. "You didn't do anything to me." She paused. "Yet." She added after a bit and Claire heaved a sigh, and then went to the bathroom to change her clothes. Fifteen minutes later, she was ready and Juliet had made herself comfortable on the bed.
"Finally," she said when she saw her leaving the room. "Let's go."
They walked to her car and got in, then Juliet started the car. The ride went in complete silence, and they didn't make a sound until they sat down in a café and ordered.
"So…" Claire said slowly. "Dean said you were also a thief…"
Juliet's eyes shot up to her face. "Thief?" she repeated. "He said I was a thief?"
Claire shrugged slightly. "Well, you did steal Sam's wallet last night…"
"It was merely instinctive," Juliet shook her head slightly. "But of course, Dean has a tendency to…oversimplify stuff." She took a sip from her drink. "Theft is for amateurs. I'm a cat burglar."
"You break into houses?"
She smiled slightly, leaning forward. "Museums, galleries…"
"And you also hunt?"
"Mm hm. The other one is… well, it's more like a side job. My main job is hunting, but it hardly pays off, as you can guess and..." Juliet trailed off, a sly smile playing on her lips. "A girl's gotta eat."
"You steal artwork? Like famous-"
"I steal whatever the job requires," Juliet corrected her and Claire let out a soft oh.
"And hunting- did it-" she tried to put the questions into order. "How did you start hunting?"
A shadow crossed Juliet's eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came.
"Let me do you a favor, blondie," she drew out the words. "Don't ask a hunter how or why they started hunting. It's usually a story that involves lots of blood and trauma."
"Oh," Claire said again. "And the- the theft thing?"
"When you're out there all by yourself, you have to learn some tricks to survive. I developed them, and it turned into more than just survival," she said calmly, then thanked the waitress when she brought the food to the table.
"How was your life before that?"
Juliet just glared at her and bit into her sandwich. "Why do you care?"
"I'm curious," Claire insisted. "I mean, I'm away from home and you're kind of the only person who answers my questions." She drank some water before she kept going. "I want to know how one picks this life, how it… how it happens."
Juliet shot her a curt smile, sipped her drink, and leaned back, crossing her arms.
"I accidentally killed my fish when I was seven," she said, looking her dead in the eye. "Caused my uncle's death when I was fifteen. At sixteen, I killed my first monster. A vampire, to be exact, at first he seemed nice but then he tried to do some stuff to me so I had to hurt him before he hurt me. I've been on the road since I was told that If I wanted to kill myself I should make it quick. My seventeenth birthday gift was a pair of handcuffs and a night in jail. I spent my eighteenth birthday tied to a chair with some guy standing over me, chanting in Latin in order to bring some kind of an ancient world Goddess. Nineteenth was spent in the hospital, so it's a little fuzzy. I haven't celebrated any for the last five years, though. I decided it was bad luck. My favorite color is green. Favorite fairytale character is Little Mermaid. Favorite fruit is strawberries. That's it. Summary of my life, now it's your turn."
Claire stared at her, with her mouth slightly open.
"Are you serious?"
She only nodded.
"And I thought I was messed up…"
"One more word about my past or how messed up I am, and I'm going back to the motel and leaving you here for the demons to eat you up alive," she cut her off and Claire hesitated
"It's just- not normal for me," she chuckled bitterly. "Until a few days ago, the worst thing that could happen in my life would be some other designer using the same fabric as me or having a similar dress as mine."
Juliet gawked at her, then started laughing out loud.
"I can't believe I'm a hunter so that people can wear pretty dresses and avoid wearing the same one at a stupid party!" she clutched at her stomach and Claire felt like slapping her.
"This isn't funny Juliet!" she pulled her brows together. "I know it sounds superficial, but not all of us can go hunting monsters like you. Some people actually don't want to do psycho stuff for a living!"
Juliet narrowed her eyes, her smile fading away and she clicked her tongue, putting some cash on the table.
"Okay that's it, I'm bored of you," she stood up and walked out of the café, Claire following suit.
"No- okay I'm sorry!" she called out, running after her. "I'm a Taurus, my birthday is in May. I- I have a loving family. Black is my favorite color- I really love oversized rings!"
Juliet rolled her eyes, opening the door of her car and Claire got into car.
"I also love strawberries! See? We have something in common!"
"You've got to be kidding me…" Juliet muttered, rubbing her eyes, and then Claire remembered something.
"Oh! I was a Greek goddess for Halloween last year! Does that count too?"
"Just shut up please?"
"And I know people see me as- I mean hunters so far see me as a spoiled little bitch, but my environment back in New York- it's just how I was raised, okay? Yeah, our lives aren't the same, but it doesn't give you the right to treat me like I'm an idiot! A lot of people in New York thought the same about me at first because I'm blonde and a designer, but they don't realize that I actually went to-"
"Oh boo hoo, I'm sure you've had it so rough, poor little rich girl, my heart cries for you," Juliet said calmly as she drove off and Claire leaned back, gritting her teeth.
"You know, you don't have to like me-"
"That's good because I don't."
"But don't make assumptions about me," Claire insisted. "Just because I'm not running around saving people from demons and monsters, doesn't mean I'm less important than you."
"No, but it does mean that you don't get to judge people just because you happened to be luckier than the rest of us, and it certainly means that you don't get to bitch about how hard your life is," Juliet almost hissed. "Some people have real problems while your biggest one is to pick the right fabric for a fucking dress, which means you wouldn't know a hard life even if it slapped you in the face, so don't try to act like you know so much about the real world, because seriously, Claire, you look ridiculous trying to do so."
Claire opened her mouth, but then closed it again, shaking her head, a small smile appearing in her face.
"You know, you should try to hide your jealousy better."
"And maybe you should try to be somebody that people actually care about."
Claire stared at her for a second. "I won't be sad when the cops finally arrest you, or a monster kills you."
"And I won't be sad when everyone forgets about you," Juliet said silkily, watching the road.
Claire gritted her teeth as Juliet pulled over in front of the motel. She pushed open the door and slammed it, walking into her room.
"You're so rude, did anyone ever tell you that?" she asked Juliet when she walked into the room and Juliet smiled. "Didn't anyone teach you manners?"
"And I should be offended because…?" she asked and Claire clenched her fists. "Luckily, I was never sent to a boarding school, like you, princess."
Claire frowned. "How do you-" Juliet laughed. "You know what? Forget it! You're a lost case."
"Takes one to know one."
"Just-" Claire waved her hands furiously. "Whatever. I'm not gonna keep this going with you. It's a waste of my time."
"Oh, but come on! I just started having fun," Juliet said mockingly, pouting. "Spoilsport."
Claire switched on the TV, ignoring her, and Juliet sat down on one of the beds, and then laid down, closing her eyes.
"That's the one?" Sam asked as the man left the police station. "He seems angry."
"How would you feel if someone killed everyone in your social circle?" Dean asked, grinning "We gotta make him talk before hunting him down, though. I'm wondering what's going on in this town."
Sam licked his lips, taking a deep breath as Dean kept his eyes on the target.
"What?" he asked without looking at him, and Sam thought for a second.
"This- Juliet chick…"
"Yeah?"
"What's the deal with her?" Sam asked, not beating around the bush, and Dean turned to him.
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean, Dean," Sam said. "How did you two met? How long have you known each other? Who is she?"
"Met her during a hunt," Dean said curtly, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "I've known her for some time, why does it matter?"
Sam raised his brows. "What's with this secrecy?"
"I'm not being secretive," Dean snapped. "Sorry if I'm not so eager to have a heart to heart conversation with you. We have a freaking apocalypse to stop, we have a shifter to hunt, a princess to keep alive and away from demons, and I'm not in the mood to talk about a hunter, who is helping us, when we've got bigger things to do."
Sam shut his eyes for a second.
Of course, the apocalypse that he started. Although Dean didn't mention it, Sam knew he could hardly control himself, and that everything that had happened with Ruby and the demon blood still bothered him, which, by the way, was probably the understatement of year. Sam decided not to push it any further, but still, he had to ask what had been bugging him since the night before.
"She- um…I saw her in Stanford once," Sam said slowly. "Any ideas of what she might be doing there?"
Dean stole a glance at him and shrugged.
"No clue."
"Okay…" Sam muttered, not believing his brother. "But you're sure she can be trusted? We left Claire with her after all."
"Trust and Juliet can't exist in the same sentence, but Claire will be fine, don't worry."
Sam nodded slowly.
"Dean," he said "Should we…should we talk about it?"
"Talk about what?"
"The apocalypse," Sam started. "Everything that happened. You know the demon blood and-"
"No," Dean cut him off. "Keep your mind on the hunt, and that's all."
Sam let out a furious breath, signaling how the discussion wasn't over, and Dean looked out of the window, his eyes fixed on the leader of the shifters, but not seeing anything at all.
"Don't do that again," Dean pointed at Juliet with his beer bottle when she got back from the bathroom. She leaned on the doorframe, rubbing her nose while Dean sat down on one of the beds.
"Don't do what again, Prince Charming?"
"Pull that trick," Dean said sternly. "The ghost almost got to you."
"But you saved the damsel in distress, so good for you," she mocked him, and then walked to her bag, searching through her stuff.
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "You could've died, Juliet. It was a stupid and reckless move to-"
"I'm a hunter, the whole job definition is being reckless."
"You're not a hunter, you're just a seventeen year old girl who thinks hunting monsters is fun and obviously wants to get herself killed."
"How old were you when you first started hunting, oh the wise twenty three?"
Dean leaned back. "That's different."
"Right. You really should get over that age thing already, considering-"
"Juliet," Dean cut her off and she smiled, sitting next to him.
"Yes, Dean?" she mimicked. "You honestly think giving me that speech will work?"
Dean eyed her up and down, frowning slightly, and let out a breath.
"What the fuck did they do to you?"
Juliet shot him a look through her eyelashes. The classic "Juliet look" as he had gotten used to lately, mischievous with sorrow hidden safely behind. Dark blue locked to green, and she took his beer from his hand, taking a sip before he snatched it away from her.
"Nothing," she shrugged. "I told you before. Some people don't have an excuse for being the way they are. They are just born with disaster running through their veins."
He shook his head, trying to shake off the thoughts.
"Let's go," he said to Sam, pushed open his door and walked towards the leader.
"Mr White?" Dean said, making the man turn around and look at them "It's special agent Bonham and special agent Copeland, from FBI." They flashed their badges "We would like to ask you a few questions."
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