Hey all it's that time, Sam, Dean, and Claire…reunite! Some of you have been calling it the 'big reunion' so I dedicate this chapter to you!

The 'Big Reunion'

Dean stirred on the floor holding his pounding head; he blinked rapidly trying to get rid of the blurriness covering his eyes. He looked up, sat there infront of him was the reason for his nightmares, heck he could still be dreaming. He blinked at him, trying to tell whether it was reality or not. Was this real? It couldn't be! Sam was in the pit!

Sam looked at Dean, trying to keep a composed face at this tense moment in time. But in the end he couldn't help but laugh disbelievingly at Dean's reaction.

"You know," Sam sighed standing up, Dean frowned watching his every move, making sure he kept himself as still as a rock on the floor. "I expected a bigger reaction than this, holy water in the face, something!" Sam shrugged, the light caught something on Sam's wrist, the wooden beads were familiar too him – the bracelet Claire had got them, maybe this meant…Dean looked at Sam his face as hard as stone.

"So I'm dead?" he said plainly, letting the slightest bit of emotion show on his face. "Is this heaven? Yellow eyes killed me and now…"

"Whoa! Wait! Yellow eyes that's what you saw?" Sam frowned.

"Saw?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah…you were poisoned. So what ever kind of crazy crap you think you've been seeing, it's not real!" Sam stated.

Dean frowned and thought back to yellow eyes laughing at him in the garage, saying he was going after Sean, and Claire was next. A huge feel of relief swam through him, but then he remembered…Sam was here, and then a load more questions sprang too his mind.

"So then you?" Dean rose an eyebrow. "Real or am I still…?"

"I'm real," Sam jumped in.

Dean frowned and gave him a speculative look.

Sam sighed struggling for words. "Here…let me save you the trouble." He pulled the arm of his shirt up and got out a knife, dug it straight into his skin, then released it. He walked over to a carton of water; in it he placed some rock salt then took a couple of chugs. "All me." He said in disgust as the salt water burnt his throat. "That's nasty," he said placing the carton back down on the table.

Dean stood up carefully and cautiously, examining his long lost brother. "Sammy?" he questioned a pained look coming to his face.

"Yep," Sam smirked. "It's me," Sam shrugged flinging his hands lightly in the air.

Dean edged closer to his brother, staring him in the eyes, looking at him up and down. Dean's lips trembled and he pulled his brother closer too him, forcing him in a manly hug, as he patted his back. Sam smiled and nodded, just stood there.

"Wait a…wait a minute! You were gone – you were gone man!" Dean said pushing his brother off him so he could try to concentrate more. "I mean that was it how the hell are you…?"

"I don't know," Sam shrugged shaking his head.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Dean frowned.

"I mean I have no idea, I'm just back," Sam continually shook his head, shrugging his shoulders.

"Was it God? Was it Cas? I mean does Cas know anything about it?" Dean exclaimed thinking of a few days back when Castiel bought the news to his door that he had found Claire.

"No, I mean I've been calling, but Cas hasn't been answering any of my prayers," Sam frowned. "I mean I was down there," Sam explained shifting on his feet as he spoke. ", the next minute it's raining, and I'm lying in a field, alone." Sam shrugged as Dean gave him a speculative look. "I mean it's hard to go and find what saved you when you've got no leads! But I looked…I looked…for weeks!" Sam sighed placing his hands on his hips.

Dean contemplated taking all his words in. All he managed to think was how his poor brother had gone through so much and was searching for his saviour for…Dean paused thinking and frowned. "Wait – weeks!" Sam swallowed as he looked at Dean. "Well how long have you been back?" Dean asked waiting, no answer. "How long have you been back Sam?" Dean asked again.

"About a year," Sam nodded emotionlessly.

"About a year?" Dean repeated.

"Dean," Sam sighed quietly.

"You've been back practically this whole time? What did you loose the ability to send a freaking text message?" Dean shouted flinging his arms in the air.

"You finally had what you wanted Dean," Sam said calmly.

"I wanted my brother!" Dean shouted. "I wanted my sister!" he shouted louder. "Both of them! ALIVE!"

"You got a family. You've always wanted a family, you have for a while, for a long time, I know you!" Sam said, Dean listened shaking his head at every word. "You only gave it up because of the way we lived! But you had something, you were building something, had I shown up Dean you would have just run off!" Sam demanded.

Dean turned around placing his hand over his mouth to hide his shock.

"I'm sorry," Sam sighed. "But it felt like after everything, you deserved some regular life," Sam explained.

Dean took a big breath and turned around. "What you been doing?" he asked.

"Hunting," Sam said puffing his chest out slightly to show that he was a big boy now, he took a big breath and sat down.

"You left me alone whilst you were flying solo?" Dean asked.

"Not solo," Sam shook his head.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I hooked up with some other people," Sam explained.

"You working with strangers?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"They're more like family; and they're here," Sam's voice grew rough at the last part and Dean frowned.

Sam got up and moved towards two double doors, Dean close behind him, he swung them open and they moved to a large room, with a table at one end. It had a bunch of maps on and three people were looking down at them muttering amongst themselves.

Dean frowned looking around, the only girl in the room looked at the others then walked up to him extending her arm so Dean could shake it. "Hi," she smiled.

"Hi," Dean said awkwardly and shook her hand.

She leaned forward and squinted, as if to get a closer look at him. "God you have delicate features for a hunter,"

"Excuse me?" Dean frowned offended.

"Dean…Gwen Campbell," Sam said pointing too her.

"Good to finally meet you, Sam's gone on and on," She smiled quickly.

"And this is Christian," Sam pointed to a guy with slicked back hair, he gave Dean a mini salute.

"And Mark," Sam pointed to a guy who looked up from cleaning his gun, he had brown hair with streaks of blonde, and he nodded at Dean. "Campbell," Sam finished.

Christian held his hand out to Dean, who shook it and nodded. "Hi," Dean struggled for the next words. "Cam-Campbell like…"

"Like your Mom," Christian nodded his mouth in a sideways smirk.

Dean looked at him his eyes wide.

"Third cousin, third cousin, and…" he stopped at Mark. "…something, something twice removed! They grew up hunters, like us." Sam said flapping his hand in the air.

"I thought all of Mom's relatives were gone?" Dean said his voice deep. The others exchanged glances. "I'm sorry, it's just why didn't we know about any of you?" Dean questioned staring them all down.

"Because they didn't know about you," said an all too familiar voice, it made Deans head snap in the direction it came from. He stared in disbelief as a bald-headed guy walked out…his grandfather. "Not until I brought you altogether," he said striding in and stopping infront of Dean.

"Samuel," Dean muttered.

Samuel pulled Dean closer and patted him on the back as he gave him a tight hug. "Come here," he muttered.

Dean suddenly had a flood of memories, pictures come to mind, Samuel realising Dean was his grandson. Samuel all yellow eyed, black smoke pouring out of him on the day he died, the same day Dean went back in time so he was able to see all of it. He blinked back to reality and pushed Samuel off him, he had to stare at him some more, just to make sure this was still real, that he wasn't dreaming.

"Guys give me a second with my grandsons here please?" Samuel ordered, they all nodded and left the room. Samuel looked at Dean, pausing for a second before speaking again. "A lot of resurrections in your face today, it's alright take a minute,"

Dean nodded, his eyes glossing over. "Its gunna take a little more than a minute, I mean what the hell how did this-how did this happen?"

Sam sighed and looked to the ceiling.

"We're guessing whatever pulled Sam up, pulled me down," Samuel sighed.

"So whatever this is we're both a part of it," Sam stated. "Claire might be too,"

Dean blinked at him. "You know about Claire?"

"Yeah, that's part of the reason we came here, to help find out what got us back,"

"But you don't know what that is?" Dean questioned.

"Bingo," Samuel nodded.

"And you have no leads…nothing?" Dean asked.

Samuel shook his head in response.

"Well then this is…this is…uh," Dean breathed wiping his mouth from the shocked expression he wanted to show. "There's no more doornails coming out of that door is there?" Dean said pointing to a door, but speaking metaphorically.

"As far as we know it's Samuel, Claire and me," Sam nodded.

"No, no, it's not Claire," Dean shook his head.

Sam sighed. "How do you know that Dean?"

"Because Castiel bought her back," Dean said only looking at his brother.

"Ok," Sam nodded looking to the floor.

Dean nodded, and looked at Sam. "Ok am I the only one here that thinks this-this is just not fine!" Dean frowned.

"Believe me, you're not," Samuel said staring at Dean. "I wanted to come get you of course, Sam was adamant about leaving you out, so we did! Until he got a lead on Claire, and until this," Samuel said.

Dean frowned nodding, he didn't see what Claire had to do with Samuel, he didn't even know why Samuel was talking about her so easy so he just stuck with one word – "Right," Dean paused thinking back to how he met Sam. "So then you ended up in my garage how?"

"I got hit a few days before you did, a few days ago; I was doped up with poison." Sam explained to his older brother.

"By?" Dean asked.

"A couple of Djinn," Sam explained.

"Djinn?" Dean frowned, Sam nodded. "But I thought those were cave dwelling hermit type? That's pretty exotic." Dean frowned shaking his head.

"Not any more, at least…these look like regular people, they blend, and all they gotta do is touch you. The toxins get into your system all of a sudden you're hallucinating your worse nightmares, pretty soon you o.d," Sam shrugged.

"Then how are you even breathing air?" Dean frowned.

"Samuel had a cure," Sam replied.

"You got a cure for Djinn poisoning?" Dean asked looking speculatively at Samuel.

"Well I know a few things, stick around and I'll show you tricks your daddy never even dreamed of," Samuel smirked.

Dean shook his head, it hurt from everything running through it. "Ok, uh…so why are these things after us?"

"Well you did stake one a while back," Sam said resisting a smirk. "After they came after me, we were pretty certain they were going to go gunning for you next," Sam shrugged.

Dean sighed staring at the pair of them, Lisa, Ben, Sean and Claire, they were all in trouble. "Lisa, Ben, and Sean they're at the house, if that thing comes," Dean said but was interrupted by Samuel.

"It's alright, I already sent someone over there to watch them," Samuel explained.

Then another thing came to his mind, his eyes were wide and he looked to Sam, pointing at him. "You gotta take me home, right now!"


Claire was unconscious, there was nothing she could do about that right now, Bailey had picked her up and was carrying her wedding style as she lay limp across his body.

"She's hot," Bailey frowned as her skin nearly seared into his.

Carmel stifled a laugh. "Yeah, I think half the school know that,"

"No Carmel, she's really hot! I think we should take her home to her Uncle," he explained as they walked through the back gate.

"Ok, I'll text Zack tell him to look after my house whilst we're gone," Carmel nodded flipping her phone open.

"We're gunna have to walk," Bailey said as she stopped by her car.

Carmel grunted. "Ok, ok," she sighed and they started to walk under the streetlights.

"Don't let her take my baby, please?" Claire mumbled.

Carmel and Bailey looked at each other.

"No, no please! Sean's all I have," Claire continued to mumble.

Carmel flipped her phone shut and she looked to Bailey as they were walking. "Bailey…have you ever met Claire's family?"

"Nope…well I've seen them, in town when I asked Claire out. Why?" he asked shrugging.

"Well when I was there the other day, Sean called her Mom; Lisa tried to convince me that Sean was saying it to everyone. But if that was the case why did they all look so scared?" Carmel frowned re-living the memory in her mind.

"He's my baby," Claire mumbled tears streaking her face. "He's never going to see his Uncle, my Sam,"

Carmel sighed and stroked Claire's head, she didn't know what was going on with her but she could see how much pain it caused her. "Do you think the stuff about Sam being her brother is true?"

Bailey sighed. "I don't know, but what's her business is her business NOT ours!"

Carmel nodded. "Bailey, in the past few days no-one has ever really known me, ever made me feel like a good person, until she came along. She's my best friend, and I don't like seeing her like this!" Carmel urged.

"You didn't tell her did you?" Bailey frowned suddenly stopping in his tracks.

Carmel shook her head. "I said the reason we moved around a lot was because of my Mom, and her job."

"Listen, if half of what Claire is saying now is true, then she's more screwed up than you." Bailey shrugged and they began to walk again.

"What are you saying?" Carmel breathed.

"I'm saying maybe that's why you guys grew so close, because you've both experienced something traumatic," Bailey shrugged.

Carmel nodded. "So you reckon Claire was lying to us from the start?"

Bailey stiffened and let out a deep sigh. "Yeah,"

"Sean's her son, and Sam isn't her Mom, but her brother. Then what does that make her Uncle?" Carmel questioned.

"I don't know," Bailey shrugged. "For now we need to focus on getting her home,"


Dean drummed his fingers along the cars dashboard impatiently. He needed to get to the house, he needed to know everyone was ok, and he needed to ring Carmel's house to check in on Claire. Then maybe, just maybe he could calm down.

Sam focused on the road, the car he had was going way above the legal limit, any other time Dean would have cared – but this was serious.

"Dean, don't get so worried, people are at the house, they're guarding them," Sam tried to reassure him, but failed.

"Yeah, but Claire's not," Dean mumbled.

"I know, but we've got a tracker on her too," Sam replied.

Dean blinked back at his brother, there was one main problem to Sam's story. "How did you know she's alive?" he asked calmly.

Sam nodded. "That's the main reason we came down here, it was right after I got poisoned." Sam shrugged, repeating what he said earlier.

"What were you expecting to say to her Sammy? Hey, I'm glad you're alive, and ta-da here I am too! Now we can go back to 'ol times again!" Dean said using the most sarcastic voice he could think of.

"No," Sam replied calm. "We came here because we needed to know if she was going to live with us or with you,"

"Right so you were going to make her choose? How is that fair!" Dean said feeling like he was going to burst.

Sam shrugged. "You were way into building that new life, Claire had missed a year of her baby's life and Samuel was more than happy to take her in,"

Dean stayed silent, he couldn't take any of the words anymore, he just needed to focus on getting to the house – that was it.

The car screeched into the familiar drive that belonged too him, Dean ran to the front door and fumbled as he tried to get out the right key. He swung the door open and ran in. "Lisa! LISA?" Dean shouted. "Ben? Sean?" Dean shouted louder, his heartbeat getting more frantic and full of panic.

Sam stayed back and looked into the neighbours car, a man was sat in it, his skin a grey colour, his eyes like a dead goldfish. Sam took a big breath and ran towards Dean's house.

"BEN!" Dean shouted again. "Claire are you home yet?"

Sam reached the living room and Dean turned to him to ask him a silent question – are they outside? Sam responded by shaking his head.


Matt kicked a stone along the path, he looked up and a big yellow house faced him. He asked around and apparently Carmel's house looked just like this and all the cheerleaders and soccer team were going there for a party. He could tell this was more likely to be the house because of the blaring music coming from it.

Matt sucked in a big breath and waltzed up to the door, giving it a loud and hard tap. The door swung open and a big, bulky guy stood there looking down at him.

"Can I help you?" He frowned raising an eyebrow.

"Hey…is Claire here?" he asked trying to peer round this guys big body.

"No," replied the guy. "Listen, this is my girls house, I don't want any trouble. I don't know what happened to her, but Claire passed out and they're taking her home," the guy shrugged.

Matt's eyes went wide. "She passed out? How long ago?" he urged.

"Um…I don't know man, but her Uncle will know what to do," he shrugged.

"Zack!" Some guys called behind him.

The big bulky guy turned around and nodded. "I gotta head back," and then he closed the door.

Matt nodded, his eyes still wide, then without knowing it, his legs were running, straight towards Dean's house.


Dean punched in Lisa's cell from the kitchen phone, he pressed it up to his ear and waited impatiently as he looked through the photo's on the notice board. Lisa, Ben, him and Sean were all together on the couch – a couple months before Claire arrived. There was another picture – Claire and Ben with her friends at school, smiling at the camera as she hugged Ben protectively. Then there were the ones at the park, Claire and Sean. Sean and Ben, then Dean and Lisa. He didn't know how he could cope without any of them anymore. Every picture everyone was smiling, laughing, he couldn't be without that, not now not ever!

"Come on!" Dean muttered punching the cabinet above him.

"You've reached Lisa's cell I'm not here at the moment, but if you'd like to leave…" Dean couldn't wait to listen for the whole voicemail, he turned it off and punched in the red number pinned to the notice board, the note read – Carmel's house, in case of emergency, Lisa xx. Dean took another big breath and punched the number in.

"Hey you've reached Carmel, if you're looking for my mom she's currently away…" Dean growled and felt like throwing the phone against the wall.

"Doesn't anyone answer there phones anymore?" he muttered.

Just then the side door opened, Dean snapped his head in that direction to see Ben walking in, a pram coming in behind him with Sean dozing inside it. Lisa of course came in next pushing the pram.

"Hey, there you are," Lisa beamed.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dean grunted unclipping Sean from the pram and picking him up. He pulled Lisa and Ben into a hug with Sean rubbing his eyes in the middle.

"We were at the movies, you knew that," Lisa frowned. "Dean, ow!" Lisa frowned as he began hugging too tight.

Dean pulled them both off and looked at all three of them. Sean rubbed his eyes as Dean held him, and he rested his head on Dean's shoulder.

"What happened?" Ben frowned.

"Go upstairs and pack a bag," Dean demanded.

"Where are we going?" Ben asked.

"I'm taking us to a friends house, go!" Dean nodded. "Here take Sean with you upstairs and put him in his travel seat," Dean said passing Sean over.

Ben wasn't worried, he knew how to carry Sean, and it wasn't as if Sean was a baby that squirmed in your arms. "What about Claire?" Ben asked.

"We'll get her before we leave," Dean nodded.

Ben looked up to his mom, with Sean slowly falling asleep in his arms.

Lisa nodded and stroked both Ben's and Sean's heads. "It's ok, go on up I'll be there in a sec,"

Ben nodded and moved passed Dean, he gasped and almost dropped Sean when Sam walked into the kitchen. "Um…" was all he managed to say before he turned around to alert Dean and Lisa.

"Oh my god," Lisa said staring at Sam.

"Lisa, Ben, I don't know if you remember…"

"Sam," Lisa breathed cutting Dean off. "W-when…w-what…?" Lisa struggled for words.

Dean grabbed her shoulders and turned her around so that she was facing him. "I know this is a lot to take, I just need you to go upstairs and pack yourself and Claire a bag…please?" Dean urged.

Lisa nodded and took Sean from Ben as she brushed past him and they went up the stairs together.

Suddenly the front door rang. Dean and Sam glanced at each other.

"I'll get it, keep packing!" Dean shouted up the stairs.

He nodded at Sam to give him back-up and he followed him to the living room. Dean swung the door open to see Carmel, and that jack-ass…Bailey…holding a very limp, too limp, Claire in his arms.

He gasped and snatched Claire into his arms. "What did you do?"

"Whoa!" Bailey said holding up his hands. "We had a drinking competition and she…won, but then she started hallucinating, she screamed and passed out. We haven't been able to wake her up!" Bailey urged.

Carmel examined the tall guy standing behind her Uncle.

"Sammy…" Dean turned around.

Carmel and Bailey glanced at each other.

Sam nodded and stepped forwards placing his hands on her forehead, and then opening her eye lids to check on them. "Poisoned," he breathed.

Carmel and Bailey gasped in unison. "Oh my gosh! Mr Winchester we had no idea! How could she have been poisoned?"

"We'll work on who-ever has done this I promise!" Bailey said.

Dean nodded. "Listen thanks for bringing her back, you kids go home and stay out of trouble!" Dean said, they nodded and started walking back down the garden.

"I'll take her to Samuel, he can give her the antidote," Sam said.

Dean nodded, staring down at his sister, lifeless. It reminded him of a couple of days ago, when Castiel had appeared in his living room and she was dead…they had just got her back, and now…this!

Sam glanced up at Dean as he took Claire in his arms. "She'll be fine," Sam urged.

Dean nodded quickly. "I just can't loose her again Sammy."

"I know," Sam nodded. "We'll meet you at Bobby's," Sam said and marched towards his car.

Matt ran around the corner to see Sam placing Claire in the passenger seat of his car. She looked ill – really ill. He stopped a few yards away from them, Sam saw him and sighed.

"Matt go help Dean," he said nodding towards the house.

Matt shook his head. "Is she…?"

"No," Sam said shifting his position. "Go," he urged.

"No, I'm coming with you, I'm going with her!" Matt urged he walked a step forward but Sam held his hand out.

"Matt, go inside and help Dean and your son pack!" Sam urged. "Samuel will give her the antidote, she will be fine!"

Matt nodded quickly. "Ok, ok," he sighed.

Sam nodded back and got into his car, he raced out of the drive and speeded down the street.

Matt looked on, his eyes looking wild and animal like – tortured. He shook his head and ran in the house.

"Dean?" he shouted and ran up the stairs.

Ben walked out of his room with a duffel bag, Matt glanced down at him and nodded. Lisa was in her room, packing some things for herself and for Claire. Dean frowned and walked out of the nursery where he was packing Sean's things.

"Matt?" he frowned.

"Yeah…hey," he nodded.

Dean raised an eyebrow and edged closer towards him. "What…I haven't seen you since…the hospital!" Dean exclaimed.

"Dean…" Lisa's quiet voice called and her head popped around the corner to see a strange young man in her hallway. "…who?" was all she managed to say. She recognised him but couldn't think where.

"Lisa, Matt, Matt, Lisa," Dean pointed in-between the two of them.

"Hey," Matt said shaking her hand.

"And this is Ben, Lisa's son," Dean said pointing down at the boy next to him.

"Nice to meet you," Matt said awkwardly.

Dean knew what Matt was after – his son. But as far as he was concerned Sean was a Winchester, and that was final! He would never be with Matt, not on his own.

"Uh…Sam sent me in to help you guys pack," Matt shifted his stance.

Dean nodded. "Course he did," he muttered. "Grab some diapers from that bathroom," Dean pointed to a door.

Lisa frowned and moved closer to Dean so they could whisper talk. "Who is he?" she asked.

Dean stayed silent waiting for Matt to go to the bathroom before he finally glanced into Lisa's eyes.

"Sean's dad," Dean replied, Lisa's jaw stiffened as she looked into Dean's eyes.

"These ones right?" Matt asked coming out of the bathroom with some diapers in his hands.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, grab the whole box," Dean shouted, and looked down at Lisa who hadn't changed her expression.


Voices fluttered around me, echoing as if I was in a long narrow hall, I could barely feel any touch, and at one point I was sure I was floating. Until I felt a leather material on my back, but I couldn't tell WHERE I was, I was drifting in and out of consciousness for too long. I wanted to wake up, I wanted to wake up and save Bailey and Carmel from Anna. How long had she been possessed for? Was Matt safe? Was she going after Sean next? Too many questions ran through my head, it hurt, everything hurt.

But I had to suck it up, I had to take the pain, for Matt, Dean, Sean, Lisa, and Ben. I had to do it for the people who loved me, even if it was hard, it would be worth it in the end…right?

"Hello Claire," Matt's voice chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling like the ocean, then he disappeared.

After what seemed like ten years, I returned to my body, feeling again. I was on something hard and lumpy, a dusty smell rose up into my nostrils making them fizz and burn. I blinked my eyes open, trying to focus properly.


"How's she holding up?" Gwen asked peering over Sam's shoulder to see the double doors were shut.

Sam nodded. "The anti-dote is working," he shrugged.

"Isn't it weird, just a couple of hours ago your brother was in the same position," she narrowed her eyes to Sam.

"Well that's the problem when you go out of hunting, you loose your touch," Sam shrugged again.

"Where's Matt doesn't he want to get all loved up already?" Christian smirked downing a bottle of beer.

"Where is she!" Matt burst through the room, ready for a fight, he didn't know why but he was ready for one. He needed to see Claire and not even Sam would get in his way.

"Talk of the devil," Christian muttered.

"Whoa!" Samuel sighed coming out of Claire's room; at this point she was still asleep. "What's all the noise about?" he asked Matt.

Matt shifted his position. "I want to see her," He urged.

Samuel walked up to Matt and placed his hand on Matt's shoulder. "You will, but for now she needs rest,"

Matt sighed and nodded, he was ready for a fight, but not with Samuel.

"Just sit down and chill it," Christian grunted and pushed Matt onto a couch whilst handing him some beer.

Matt nodded quickly and snatched the beer. "Thanks,"

"Samuel could I talk to you?" Sam asked nodding towards another empty room.

Samuel sighed but nodded. "Keep an eye on him," he ordered the other two, Mark was on his way back from Lisa's house.

"What is it Sam?" Samuel asked once they were alone.

Sam sighed and shifted his position. "I don't like the idea of Claire seeing Matt again," Sam shrugged.

Samuel frowned. "What are you saying?"

Sam took in a big breath. "I think we should get rid of Matt, he will cloud Claire's judgement, and she won't be able to make a proper decision – hunting or living the normal life."

Samuel nodded, processing it. "Ok," he said after a few minutes. "We only have a couple of hours till she wakes up, so whatever we do, we need to make it quick."


I blinked my eyes open, trying to focus properly. I quickly glanced at my surroundings in a panick, this was it, she had bought me here to torture and kill me. A crappy wallpaper was glued to the walls, it was so crap it was starting to peel off in areas. The morning sun was rising and shone through the windows, showing the dust filled particles that swarmed the air in the room. I looked down and saw I was still in my purple slinky dress, my hair a little more curly, and I was on a dirty old mattress – eww!

I stood up and dusted myself off, taking my heels off in the process, heels are no good on a hunt. I looked around the room again, if I was going to die, I was going to go out with a fight. Voices came closer to the double doors infront of me and my search had to be shortened. In the end I settled for a chair and grabbed it raising it in the air. I stood beside the doors and all that was left was patience.

The mumblings stopped, the door knob twisted, and I watched it very carefully. The door slowly creaked open and two men stepped in. I frowned but braced myself with the chair anyway – had the demon moved bodies from Anna and gained a helper? The tallest one, with stupid mop hair, looked around frantically, the small bald one joining him.

I screamed and lunged myself towards them. The tall one flinched and turned to face me, then I felt as if someone had knocked the breath out of me – literally. I gasped so hard and dropped the chair on the floor, snapping one of its poorly made wooden legs. HE continued to stare at me, and I was left looking at him, my eyes wide and my mouth open – yep like a goldfish.

"Claire," he nodded.

"Sam?" I breathed.

"Yeah…yeah it's me," he smirked slightly.

I frowned, was it really? Or was I dreaming?

"Now I know I can't be dead, I've recently experienced that, so I must be dreaming," I sighed. "You are?" I frowned to the bald guy.

"I'm Samuel, and hunny you ain't dreaming squat," he nodded, his head glinting in the light.

I frowned. "I'm Claire, it's nice to know Sam makes friends…in the dream world," I frowned trying to think this through.

Sam resisted a chuckle. "Claire you're not dreaming,"

I gave him a speculative look.

"I promise you," he sighed giving a quick laugh of disbelief.

"Then they're possessing you, the demon in Anna, it stooped so low that it decided to go for you!" I said my lip upturning. "You listen to me…" I said moving closer putting on my biggest glare.

Samuel laughed. "Look, you're not dreaming, he's not a demon, and this is real!"

I frowned. "Then how is he back?"

"I could say the same thing to you," Sam frowned and we examined each other.

"I was frozen in ice for a year, until a couple of days a go," I said still glaring at the intruder pretending to be Sam.

Sam glanced at Samuel then back at me. "How did you get out?"

I shrugged. "Castiel,"

Samuel sighed and looked to the floor.

"The big question is how I got IN the ice to start with! Now you're turn, if you really are Sam…"

Sam sighed and held up his wrist. My glare fell when I saw the familiar wooden beads attached to his arm, subconsciously I touched my necklace. "You gave this too me, because Dean gave you that necklace, you wanted us to have something that reminded us of you…if the apocalypse went the way it was predicted." He mumbled, and Samuel suddenly looked uncomfortable.

I moved closer to Sam, then I flung my arms around him, keeping him close to me. I didn't know the next time he would disappear so for now I settled with this, squeezing so tight that in the end Sam spoke up. "Ok…" he said as if he were struggling for breath.

I squeezed one last tight hug, he just stood there, taking it. He didn't even hug me back, he just breathed in the scent of my hair, and I let go and took a step back.

He shifted his position. "What?"

"How are you even back? I told you my story, now you share yours!" I said trying to control my mood.

"I don't know," he shrugged and looked to Samuel.

"You don't know?" I narrowed my eyes at him, how could he not know?

"Claire, I don't know how I am back, I woke up in a field, and that's about it," he shrugged, looking as if he was feeling like a broken record.

I took a deep, long breath. I couldn't take this, what was going on? Where was Dean? Where was I? Why couldn't I think straight? "Where am I?" I frowned turning back around to face them.

"You're in an abandoned house," Samuel said to me.

"Ok and who are you too my brother?" I frowned - he was getting on my nerves.

"I'm Dean and Sam's grandfather, nice to finally meet the child John bore with another woman," he nodded seriously to me.

My eyes grew wide and I felt like lunging towards him. "Excuse me? You think I asked to be his daughter?" I started, Sam could see where I was going with this as I creeped slowly towards Samuel, so he stood infront of me and rose an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, but I find this all a little…weird, I mean I black out, just as Anna is coming towards me with a knife, and I wake up here with you!"

Sam frowned. "That's what you saw?"

I frowned and shook my head from other thoughts that were distracting me. "What?" I snapped.

"You were poisoned," Samuel butted in. "But you're safe now," he smiled and stood infront of me.

"Poisoned?" Then the situation suddenly settled in. "Oh my god! Bailey? Carmel? Are they…?" I trailed off my thoughts becoming more excessive. "DEAN! SEAN! Lisa and Ben? Are they safe what happened…"

"Yeah, they're all fine," Sam interrupted me and placed his hands on my shoulders getting in the way of Samuel's view of me. "I'm glad you're safe," he said blinking at me.

"Thanks," I said, something didn't feel…

"Breakfast!" a girl waltzed in with a brown paper bag. "Hey," she smiled in our direction, and then she paused as she saw me.

"Hi," I nodded just as non-enthusiastically.

Her beady eyes were locked on me, looking at me up and down. "Wow, what is it with the Winchester gene and delicate features?" she said in a hush tone, it was just audible.

I frowned and looked to Sam, it was a look that said; is this chick alright?

"Claire Gwen, Gwen Claire, she's mine and Dean's third cousin," he explained.

That stung. It was only his and Dean's family, mine were…away. "Hi," I smiled quickly.

"He says that but around here we're all family," she shrugged and I smiled, which made her eyes grow wider. "I have…I got…" she paused and looked down before she walked off.

I frowned and saw that Samuel had been looking at me the same way as Gwen had.

"Ok, seriously, do I have something wrong with my face? If so, you can tell me, nothing can be more embarrassing than turning up dead in your brother's house in just a top and NOTHING else!" I explained and crossed my arms.

"How long were you…gone, for?" Samuel asked his eyes looking kind and sincere.

I unfolded my arms and looked to the floor, holding back the memories that had wanted to show themselves since I got back. "Twelve months," I explained quickly.

"And Castiel bought you back?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I've already told you this," I frowned pressing my hands against my throbbing head.

Samuel and Sam shared a glance.

"Come on, let's get you to the others," Sam sighed and lead me through the dusty home.

Two men were talking with Gwen, looking down at a photo, when I walked in they looked up.

One of them stood up and walked over too us, making both me and Sam stop. "I'm Christian," he smirked and shook my hand.

I paused, my head was beginning to hurt, and I suddenly felt very, very cautious. "Hey," I smiled and took my hand back as quick as I could.

"And I'm Mark," Mark said standing up quickly and almost knocking the table over.

"And…you're all Sam and Dean's family?" I asked as a new kind of pain came to my stomach.

They nodded.

"I thought…all of John's and Mary's family…died," I shrugged not wanting to hurt any feelings. They looked at one and other and smirked.

"Yeah, that's exactly what Dean said," Samuel laughed behind me. "None of them knew about each other, until I bought us all together," he smiled.

I nodded, the atmosphere was tense, and I felt claustrophobic. "Can I please see Sean and Dean now?" I asked Sam.

He nodded and led me to his car.