Hey all! So yeah, I've finished writing this now! AHH! And I really hope it isn't a massive disappointment! It's…weird I'll give you that, and you might not like the reaction from Dean, but I hope you understand why he gives that reaction. Anyway there is one or two more chapters after this! So make the most of it!

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Abandoned

During my time with the Winchesters, my brothers, we had our fights – sure we had a hell of a lot of them. But the moments I tend not to remember are the good ones, probably because in some ways they can hurt the most. The nights where we would sit up and watch an old movie, eat cheese burgers, laugh along with each other. The days where we would drive non-stop just to see some stupid parade or festival. The best nights were the ones where we would sit on the hood of the Impala, in some deserted place, and just look up and watch the stars. Watch as they twinkle and shine, not saying a word we just stared up at their beauty. The impala was the one that would take us there, and although my brothers would think of themselves without a home, I knew that the Impala was our home – even if they didn't, it would always protect us from storms.

Dean held up his phone waiting for Chuck to answer. I wasn't sure what he was playing at, but I was sat in the passenger seat next too him, we both felt the empty space needed filling.

"No chuck?" Dean questioned and I looked to him alarmed. "Whose mistress magna?" Dean asked with playful eyes. "Yeah I bet real close, whatever happened to Becky?" Dean questioned. That Becky girl was annoying and patronising, but Chuck seemed to like her. I looked to Dean hopeful, he knew my silent question and shook his head as he got an answer from Chuck. "Well you really got a whole virgin hooker thing going on don't ya?" Dean smirked his expression dropped when Chuck said something, and Dean's lips trembled. "Sam said yes." With another reply Dean's eyes became hopeful all of a sudden. "Did you see where the title fight goes down?" Dean questioned. "Oh crap," Dean muttered. "Stalls cemetery," Dean muttered too himself. "Wait I know that, that's an old bone yard outside of Lawrence, why Lawrence?" Dean questioned frowning. "All right Chuck, do you want to really short circuit this thing?" Dean asked, his game face was back on. "Well do you have any idea what's going to happen next?" he asked frustrated. "Alright thanks Chuck," Dean sighed about to put the phone down but stopped when he heard Chuck's desperate plea for him to come back. Dean listened and looked at me his lower lip trembling. "Ok, thanks," he sighed cutting him off.

"Where?" I asked concerned. "The Bone yard in Lawrence?" I frowned.

"Yeah," He sighed. "Chuck said either way, he knows you're going to be there," Dean shrugged.

"We can stop this," I urged, I had to give him faith; I had to give myself faith.

Dean nodded and we got out of the Impala, Castiel and Bobby was walking towards us, as Dean went in the hood.

"You going some place?" Bobby asked us both. Dean gave them both a stern look, and I just tried not to look at them. "You two are going to do something stupid, you both got that weird look you do," Bobby sighed.

"I'm gunna go talk to Sam," Dean spoke quickly turning to view Bobby.

"You just don't give up," Bobby sighed shaking his head.

"It's Sam and Claire's life in danger!" Dean snapped.

"You couldn't reach him here, you're certainly not going too on the battle field, with Claire," Castiel glanced at me.

I shook my head pissed off.

"Well if we've already lost, I guess we've got nothing to lose right?" Dean questioned.

"I just want you to understand, the only thing that you're going to see out there, is Michael killing your brother, and Claire possibly already dead on the floor next to him, and the baby in Michael's hand." Castiel sighed.

Dean contemplated it. "Well I ain't going to let them die alone," he shrugged water filling his eyes.

We stared at them, I sighed and breathed in, plucking up all the courage to say the next few words. "Thank you for your help, for trying, and goodbye," I breathed and sat in the Impala slamming the door behind me.

Dean stared at them unimpressed until he too got into the Impala and started the engine.

"They're here," I breathed feeling sick again. I didn't realise how sick I felt until I grabbed an empty bag and threw up.

"Steady," Dean sighed worried as he patted my back.

I nodded and sat up wiping my mouth.

"Jeez Claire, you're freezing," Dean commented feeling my back as we drove closer to the bone yard.

"I feel fine," I frowned.

"Yeah," Dean also frowned. "You've warmed up," he nodded. There was a brief pause before he spoke again. "If I could have it my way, you wouldn't be here, but it turns out I wouldn't have been able to stop it," Dean sighed.

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

Dean sighed. "Chuck said to me, on the phone yesterday, either way this lays out, you are always there. And he doesn't know why," Dean shrugged. "He said I should take you anyway, not cause any fuss,"

"Ok," I nodded. "What does that mean?" I frowned.

"It means that maybe I can save you," he nodded and stopped outside the gates of the yard. We looked out to see Adam and Sam stood opposite each other. Dean shoved a cassette in the player and turned it up. We glared on as he edged closer with the Impala, towards our brothers. Our brother's bodies looked between a mixes of; shocked, confused, and just plain pissed. We stopped right infront of them and Dean turned the engine off. We leaned out of the Impala and Dean smirked.

"Hello boys," he leant his elbow on the Impala.

I gave them both a wave.

"Sorry are we interrupting something?" Dean questioned playing dumb as if this was a casual meeting.

We closed the doors to the Impala and joined each other in the middle. We were stood infront of four people right now, Sam, Adam, Michael, and Lucifer. It was difficult to get your head around and I think Dean felt the same. However I composed myself, I had to be strong infront of them, I had to do this for Sammy.

"Hey," he called to Sam. "We need to talk," Dean narrowed his eyes.

Sam – ok well Lucifer – nodded and looked to Adam – well Michael – and nodded. "Dean," he smiled looking at him. "Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid,"

Dean's fists clenched. "I'm not talking to you I'm talking to Sam,"

Lucifer looked unimpressed.

"You're no longer the vessel Dean, you got no right to be here," Michael spoke up, and I pleaded too him with my eyes, pleaded for him not to let Lucifer kill me.

"But thanks for bringing Claire," Lucifer smirked, and I mentally shuddered as he said my name.

"Adam, if you're in there somewhere I am so sorry," Dean sighed shaking his head at Michael.

"Adam isn't home right now," Michael smirked.

"Well leave a message," I smirked trying to hold back the sick in my mouth.

"And that makes you next on my list buttercup but right now, we need five minutes with him," Dean said gesturing towards Lucifer.

"You little maggot, you are no longer a part of this story!" Michael shouted at Dean moving closer towards us. Dean moved closer towards Michael ready for a fight.

"Hey! Ass-butt!" a familiar gruff voice called. Castiel stood infront of Bobby holding a flaming bottle, he then threw it towards Michael who was stood quite close to me. It hit Michael perfectly and the glass shattered everywhere as Michael burst into flames. Dean hunched himself over me as the screams continued, along with the constant ring in the ears. He moved off me once they stopped and Michael had disappeared – my gut told me that was a bad move.

I stared at Castiel with wide eyes.

"Ass-Butt?" Dean asked also wide eyed.

Castiel was breathing heavily. "He'll be back and upset, but you got your five minutes," Castiel panted looking between Dean, me and Sam with cautious eyes.

"Castiel," Lucifer said emotionlessly. "Did you just mullet off my brother with holy fire?" he asked now fierce as he walked a couple of steps closer.

Castiel shook his head taking a couple of steps back. "Uh…no,"

"No-one dicks with Michael but me," he spat staring at Castiel.

My heart pounded, chest hurt, eyes watered as I stared at my favourite angel. Despite our beliefs, he and Bobby had come back. Lucifer clicked his fingers and Castiel exploded, flesh going everywhere aswell as his blood. It was literally as if he had a bomb inside him, and it just went off, chunks of flesh flumping to the floor.

"NO!" I screamed going to run towards the now empty space but Dean grabbed my hand to stop me.

Bobby breathed heavily, half of his body covered in Castiel's blood, and he looked to us with wide eyes. Dean took a couple of deep breaths and turned to Lucifer.

"Sammy, can you hear me?" he asked and I took a step back from Dean.

Lucifer turned to Dean. "You know…I've tried to be nice, for Sammy's sake, but you," he paused to grab Dean by the collar on his jacket and tighten his grasp. ", are such a pain, in my ass!" Lucifer's face screwed up and he pushed Dean. My oldest brother went flying into the windscreen of our home – the Impala - causing it to crack and leave Dean wounded.

How could I stop this? Fake Labour? Bring the Labour on somehow? How? What could I, Claire Winchester, possibly do to stop this?

A sudden gun shot made me jump and a hole appeared in Sammy's body. Another gunshot went off followed by another hole. I turned around slowly to see a nervous wreck put the gun down. Bobby. Lucifer turned to him, perfectly fine, and looked down at his wound.

I stayed quiet, breathing heavy, as Lucifer looked to Bobby pretty pissed. He lifted his hand and turned two of his fingers. Bobby's head turned with the fingers and you could hear the snap of his neck as his limp body fell to the floor.

My breathing became heavier and I had to concentrate on calming down.

"NO!" Dean screamed as he watched the single action.

"Yes," Lucifer said pissed. He grabbed Dean's leg and pulled him off the Impala giving him a smack in the cheek as he did so. Dean coughed and held out his hand as the blood flowed down from his mouth.

"Sammy…are you in there?" Dean panted turning to Lucifer.

"Oh he's in there alright," Lucifer smirked giving Dean another smack in the cheek as he bent over more blood flowed from his mouth. "And he's going to feel the snap of your bones!" Lucifer smirked hitting Dean in the ribs. "Every single one, we're going to take our time," Lucifer hit Dean in the face again, and again and again.

I was petrified, I didn't want to die, but I didn't want everyone else around me too either. I took a deep breath in and knew the one thing that Sammy fell for, the one thing that I could do to melt his heart.

"Sammy," I panted closing my eyes and dreading the next thing. "Sammy…please?" I urged letting a tear slip as I fluttered my eyes trying my best to plead.

Lucifer gave a loud chuckle then his expression dropped, he shook his head and Dean looked up to me with hopeful eyes. "Nice try," Lucifer smirked clicking his neck to one side he continued punching at Dean.

"It's ok, I'm here, I'm here, and I'm not going to leave you." Dean spluttered his face all bloody, bruised and puffy.

Sam's eyes welled up and he punched Dean a second time.

"STOP IT!" I screamed scrunching my hair in my hands.

"Claire, it's time for your baby to be born now," Lucifer smirked extending his arm out too me.

The baby gave one almighty kick and water rushed to the floor. I looked up in horror as did Dean.

"Tell…me…you didn't," Dean spluttered.

I was about to reply when I fell to the floor in a scream. The pain was excruciating, I could feel the heat run through my spine and pelvis, the expanding as the baby was making his way down my uterus.