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Home Attack
Claire's Mom's House – Present Day
It took me a day or two but I eventually got to my old place. My home. I turned the ignition off, and sighed, I didn't know what to do next. I had pushed all the thoughts aside from my head that were telling me to think but what happens when you get there? I didn't want to know. I usually was a think things through type of girl, but now I am more of an impulse type of gal, great! I sighed and got out the car, leaving my pack in the back in case things went horribly wrong, I slowly walked up to the door.
"Claire?" a familiar voice asked. I immediately swivelled round to see my next door neighbour. He volunteered at the school every now and then for business talks, and he always used to smile at me and wave, not that I really knew him.
"Hi," I smiled waving softly.
"OH!" He said shocked. "When did you…uh…" he said awkwardly looking down at my small bump. I knew it had seemed to grow over night but not by much. I still managed to fit in my jeans – just! And my tops were getting a bit tight.
"Just over six months now, before I…left, to stay with relatives," I smiled hoping he would take in the lie at the end, and not see through it.
"Ah, well congratulations," he smiled nodding and turning the key in his door.
"Hey, say hi to Linda for me," I smiled. Linda being his very awesome wife.
He nodded. "Will do," and went into his home.
I sighed and shook my limbs from the fear, I lightly tapped on the door, and a part of me hoped no-one was in. However I heard their familiar voices shouting as they got closer too the door. I smiled.
The door slowly creaked open and my Moms face popped from the side. "Claire?"
"Hi," I said awkwardly.
"I'm so glad that you decided to come back!" She beamed hugging me tight but stopping when she looked down at my bump. "GO UPSTAIRS YOUNG LADY!" she shouted and I walked in the door to see Andrew smile at me and look down shocked then smile again.
"Mom, you know I couldn't contact you and I am sorry, but it's happened and I regret it! But I have accepted it, and I think everyone else should too," I sighed thinking of my brothers.
"Oh dear it's wonderful news! I'm going to be a granny!" she beamed a bit too enthusiastically. "Your room is how you left it, and I think you have some baggy tops up there," she beamed and came closer too Andrew. I looked at them weirdly. They were both smiling at me, just standing there smiling, something wasn't right.
I sniffed the air. "What's that smell?" I protested walking up the stairs.
"The new…" My Mom started to say put paused looking up at Andrew.
"…air freshener. Doesn't it just smell delicious?" He beamed breathing in the overpowering scent. "Your Mom picked a good one," he smiled moving my Mom closer too him and grabbing her in a tight hug.
"Right," I nodded. It was sulphur I would recognise the smell any day.
Sam and Dean - only two hours away from Claire.
"Man how could she be so far in such a short time," Dean grunted grabbing his pack and shoving his things in there.
"She could have been gone hours before we realised," Sam noted trying to calm down his brother and his mood swings. Claire was right, for a tough guy like him he didn't half act like a pussy. Sam smiled at the memories of Claire saying this, and Dean's stunned but ashamed face.
"Yeah well it didn't help that we stopped and rested," Dean grunted. The only reason they were in a motel right now was because Sam had practically begged Dean to stop as he was falling asleep at the wheel.
"Get over it," Sam smirked.
"You ready?" Dean asked looking at his brother. Sam nodded and they made their way out of the motel and into their impala.
Sam hadn't told Dean about the Huntington's and their involvement with Claire – he knew it would make Dean pissed and that was a bad idea as he was already steaming. Dean stared ahead at the road putting his foot down whenever there weren't any other cars around.
"Dean we'll find her," Sam urged. He wasn't worried her mom's house was safe, probably even better for her.
"Sammy you don't understand," Dean sighed roughly. Sam smirked, he knew something was on Dean's mind.
"What is she involved with?" Sam breathed thinking of the Huntington's.
"Put it this way, whatever happens she will have angels and or demon's constantly hunting her," Dean's face turned to solid rock as he said this. Bile rose from his gut to his throat. Then it hit him, he had gotten too attached to his sister.
"What?" Sam asked his eyebrows facing inward at his confusion.
Dean filled Sam in on all what Castiel told him.
"Dean your phone is vibrating," Sam said suddenly seeing the phone light up and move on the dashboard.
"Answer it will ya?" Dean asked focusing hard on the road.
"Dean, I know you are in a piss with me right now but I don't care! I am home, but this isn't my Mom and Andrew, they are NOT my parents," a very frightened Claire spoke softly down the phone. "I think…they're being possessed and I don't know what to do, I tried Sammy's phone but he wasn't picking up,"
"Whoa! Claire you need to get out of there," Sam urged and the phone started to crackle.
"Sam!" Claire asked confused.
Suddenly there was a bang in the background and Claire screamed. "What do you think you are doing you nasty piece of shit!" a woman's voice shouted and the line suddenly went dead.
Dean looked at his brother and then the road about ten times before giving up. "Well?" Dean asked in a rough voice.
"That was Claire, she's in trouble," Sam gulped. Dean's face hardened and he put his foot down further on the peddle.
"Dean there is something else I need to tell you," Sam said sounding shy. Dean's eyes furrowed and Sam sighed. "Do you remember the Huntington's?"
Dean's face screwed up. "That man with his son? One of Dad's good friends yeah, except their morals was all screwed up, shoot first ask questions later" Dean huffed mimicking the voice at the end. "Why?"
"Do you remember his son? Dad told us to look after him for a few days, when he was like three?" Sam asked waiting for Dean too click.
"Yeah, cute kid, blonde hair, blue eyes," Dean started explaining still not getting it.
"Dean, his name is Matt, Matt Huntington, who just so happens to be Claire's ex-boyfriend who is searching for her!" Sam said as if waiting for an avalanche in response.
Dean slammed down on the breaks. "WHAT! You mean to tell me we have a Huntington hunting her?" Dean asked. He knew the Huntington's moral's were wrong because they were the sort of people to shoot first and ask questions later, well normally they would just shoot, half the time they wouldn't even bother with asking questions. If you're a demon, you're a demon, that's it – too them!
"Yeah," Sam said twitching.
Dean put the peddle down again going as fast as he could to reach his baby sister. She was in danger and he didn't know if he would get there in time, and he didn't know if the Huntington's would get there first.
Claire's P.O.V – her home after the phone call to Sam.
"Claire!" Dean smiled stroking the side of my swollen cheek where my Mom had punched me.
"I'm sorry about Ellen and Jo," I cried wrapping my arms around him. He seemed tense at first but then slowly relaxed them.
I gasped awake my cheek and forehead throbbing. I blinked my eyes open in panick as my memories came back on what had just happened to me. I tried to move my hands but they were being held together by something, and so were my feet, the heat in the room was intense. I looked around to see I was in a circle of fire. The flames tongue disappearing just before it reached my ceiling.
"Ah good you're up," my Mom smiled at me through the flames.
"What's with the fire bitch?" I asked looking around me.
"That's so none of your angel friends can save you," Mom giggled. But she wasn't my Mom, she was someone else.
"Just you wait till my brothers get here!" I snapped trying to move out of the ropes.
"Ahh but who will get here first? Your brothers, Matt, or my father?" the demon smirked flashing my mom's perfect teeth.
"Matt? Your father? What do either of them want with me?" I asked obviously missing some part in another story.
"Didn't your angel tell you? Aw…pity," she replied pouting her lips. "You've got the saviour in your stomach, and every demon and angel out there wants it for their own, no matter the gender," the woman winked eyeing me up and down through the flame.
"You're a class A bitch do you know that?" I grunted not looking her in her black eyes.
"Well Matt has made quite an impression on everyone, trying to find little old' you," the woman smirked. "And we might be offering his father and him some recruitment, after all he has…great talents," the woman smirked licking her lips like some crack whore.
"Well surely that mean's that I have more of a chance of them finding me before Lucifer!" I smirked. Her face dropped and she came closer towards the flames but stopped once she reached them. My smirk grew. "You can't get in here either, so I can call you every single name in the dictionary and not be harmed," I winked at her.
"Oh…you certainly have the Winchester spike in you, and your baby is going to have that in it's genes, as well as the Huntington spike, I mean what more could someone ask for?" She smirked and mine fell.
"You or anyone else is not going to have MY baby so long as I live!" I growled.
My mom shrugged. "Your wish,"
Anna, Matt and his father Mark at their Motel – ten minutes after Claire arrived back home.
"Anna I swear to God if you do not hurry up I will kick your ass to the next millennium!" Matt screamed to the bathroom door. He wanted to hurry up, for some reason he had an itch to go back to where he stayed for three years, the very place him and Claire met.
"Look, you're not a psychic or anything, and this is going to be a dead end like the others, so I will take as long as I want!" Anna huffed through the bathroom door.
"And how's Linda?" Mark walked in nodding at his son as he flunked down on the chair. His expression was cheerful – which worried Matt. "Oh I bet she is, ok mate so why did you call?"
There was a pause and Matt pretended to rummage through his bag so his Dad wouldn't kick his ass for listening in on his phone call. His father's expression dropped and he suddenly sat up.
"Oh really? How long ago? Ten minutes! Why didn't you call sooner!" Mark growled down the phone. Claire was almost like a daughter too him, she looked after Matt, kept him sane whilst he went on conferences. "No, No! Leave it too me! Just make sure you keep her there, make sure she doesn't move an inch!" Mark urged whilst he grabbed his jacket and slid it on. He flipped his phone off and looked at Matt, his face cold, but his eyes twinkling. "You were right Son, she's there," Mark's eyes twinkled some more as he saw the delight on Matt's face.
Matt suddenly became determined and frantically knocked on the bathroom door.
"Anna I swear to God if you do not come out now…" he paused and thought of better ways to get her moving faster. "…we've found her!" he announced. There was a loud bang in the bathroom and Matt heard Anna cussing as she quickly got dressed and opened the door.
"Let's go," she smiled grabbing her pack as she walked past it and exiting the motel.
