Disclaimer:If I owned Supernatural I would be Dean's girlfriend. Clearly though, I'm not, and by conclusion, don't own the show either.

A/N: Er… Well sorry about the wait. I don't love this chapter, but I haven't been able to work out what's wrong with it so maybe it's just me thinking that. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

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Claire stood at her locker, reaching deep into its depths, trying to find her chemistry book in amongst the random crap that had somehow made its way into the metal box. She finally found what she was looking for and pulled it out, slamming the door of her locker shut.

"Boo."

Claire let out scream as the person leaning against the locker next to her scared her.

"Far out! Don't do that." She scolded, taking in the girl's appearance.

She was about a head shorter than Claire. Her dark brown hair fell just above her shoulders. The only trace of makeup on her was mascara. Claire eyed the Led Zeppelin shirt and bright blue skinny jeans with a forced scowl of distaste.

The girl pushed herself off the locker. "Heard you made the squad."

Claire shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah." She said softly.

"So what, they've got you listening to Justin Timberlake now? Britney Spears? Lindsay Lohan and all those other Hollywood skanks?"

"Life's not about music."

"No." The girl shook her head. "It's not. But there was a time you swore you'd rather be shot dead than sing along to Bringing Sexy Back."

Claire's expression hardened. "Quit bothering me Shenay. I don't care."

"Fine." The girl shrugged. "Go and live your fake life." Shenay nodded in the direction behind Claire. "Boyfriend's waiting."

Claire turned around and saw Jeremy standing just near her locker looking at her. She blushed when he smiled at her and headed to him. She briefly looked back, but Shenay had already disappeared. Claire sighed, but the second Jeremy wrapped an arm around her, she forgot about the dark haired girl, Shenay, who had once been her best friend.

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"So I've crossed referenced every victim so far." Sam was saying from the table of their small motel room. "They were all born and raised in this town. Your typical student, average grades, good home lives, boyfriends the lot. They've all been older than 18 and younger than 30, but I don't think we can say for sure that's the only age whatever this is, is targeting"

Dean nodded; he was sprawled out on his back on his bed. "So you think this is a vengeful spirit?"

"I think so."

"So you've looked up local suicide reports?"

"Yeah," Sam frowned. "That's the one thing that doesn't add up. I haven't been able to find anything. I checked police files, hospital records, newspapers, and death certificates. All up to 100 years back and nothing."

Dean frowned. "That's weird. Maybe we're looking for the wrong thing."

"But what else could it be?"

Dean shrugged. "Beats me looks like we're still at square one. Either way, it doesn't seem to be very strong. Louise said there have been failed attempts. Maybe we should go and talk to some of those girls."

"That's a good place to start. We can get Louise to get the information for us."

"Uh, yeah, sure that's an idea."

Sam left a beat of silence before bringing it up. "Maybe we could um, go this afternoon, once school's out. It would be a good chance to see Claire too." He bit his lip, anxious to see how his brother would react.

Dean propped himself up on his elbows and stared at Sam. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I just thought it would be nice… You know, see how she's going and that."

"Want me to bake brownies too?"

"Look Dean, I know you're pissed at Dad about this whole thing, but don't take it out on them. Especially not on Claire, she's just as innocent as we are and deserves to know her own blood relatives."

Dean shrugged. "She did fine for the first 16 years of her life without us. I don't think she'd be crying if we were to leave town tomorrow."

"Would it really kill you to make an effort?"

"Yes Sammy, it might." He flopped back down on the bed with a thud.

"Just come this afternoon, and if you really don't like it then I'll never ask you to talk to her again."

Dean realised they were at a stale mate. Sam wasn't going to let up. "Ok." He agreed. "But just this once."

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Claire had been about to accept Sophie's offer on a ride home, when Jeremy walked up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I was thinking I could walk you home."

"Um," Claire looked from Jeremy to Sophie.

Sophie smiled. "Go ahead."

"Ok, cool." She turned to Jeremy. "Let me just get my bag."

She went to her locker and pulled out her backpack. All too aware that from her own locker across the corridor, Shenay was watching her, disappointment all over her face.

"Let's go."

Jeremy held her hand the entire way home, and Claire had to force the silly smile off her face. Nothing was 'official' yet, but considering all day he'd been walking her to and from classes, sat with her at lunch and now, was walking her home, it wasn't going to be long before he asked her out. She was going to say yes, naturally. Who would turn down that spiked dark, almost black hair, clear blue eyes, perfect not too muscly but just muscly enough body and make you weak in the knees smile? Not to mention he was a perfect gentleman, carrying her books, asking how she was. He was perfect.

They were quiet for most of the walk home, walking slowly though, making the most of each other's company. Well, Claire was anyway. She was also waiting for Jeremy to start the conversation, because she didn't know what to say. She'd never had a boyfriend before. What did girls talk about with their boyfriends anyway? Suddenly she wished she'd read more of those teen magazines when she was thirteen. Instead her and Shenay had sat in their rooms, AC/DC blearing loudly, playing air guitar wildly and wishing they had been born a few decades earlier.

Once they reached her house Claire stopped, Jeremy dropped her hand. "Um, this is it."

"Cool."

"Do you um, wanna come in for a while and have something to eat? Mom makes these great chocolate chip biscuits."

He smiled. "Yeah, sure."

Claire missed the black car sitting across the road.

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"… if we could get in to talk to them that would be…" Sam trailed off.

Claire was standing just inside the front door, her key still in her hand with her mouth slightly open. Jeremy was right behind her, his hands shoved into his jeans pockets awkwardly. Sitting in her living room was her mother, Sam and Dean. What were they doing here?

"Hi honey, how was school?" Louise asked.

"Um, it was good."

"Who's your friend?"

"Oh. Mom, this is my um… This is Jeremy. Jeremy, this is my mom."

"Nice to meet you." He politely shook her hand and immediately put it back in his pocket.

Sam coughed loudly.

"Oh yeah, um… Jeremy, these are my um…. Cousins. Yeah. Sam and Dean. They're on a bit of a road trip at the moment and were just passing through." She stared at them pointedly when she saw Sam's surprised look and Dean's frown.

"Hey." Jeremy nodded from where he was. The brother's nodded back.

"Right well," Louise said. "Sam, I have what you were after if you'd just follow me."

Sam nodded and followed Louise (who gave Dean a look as if to say 'You have to stay and supervise') upstairs.

Claire moved and sat on the couch opposite Dean, Jeremy awkwardly followed her and sat next to her.

A few seconds, suddenly felt like several hours as the three sat there, twiddling their thumbs, each waiting for someone else to start speaking.

"So, Jeremy," Dean said suddenly. "What do you do?"

"Um, I go to school…"

"Right, of course. What are your grades like?"

Claire gave Dean a horrified look, which he ignored and stared at Jeremy.

"Um, good I guess. I get mostly B's and C's."

Dean shook his head. "Surely a bright young boy like you can do better than that."

"Well, actually, I'm on the football team, so that takes up a lot of my time."

"Right." Dean nodded. "Football player huh?" He looked at Claire, who was now bright red and glaring at her brother. "What do you play?"

"Quarterback."

Dean nodded again and paused for a moment. Letting the information sink in.

"So I guess that would make you quite popular with the girls then huh?"

Jeremy grinned. "Yeah, it does."

"Ever slept with any of them?"

Jeremy opened his mouth to speak but Claire cut in.

"Dean. Kitchen. Now." She stood up, not waiting for him to answer and marched into the kitchen. Only a few seconds later Dean appeared, a hard expression on his face. She spun around and faced him. "What the hell was that?"

"What was what?"

"That! The freaking interrogation?"

"I was just asking him a few questions."

"Oh bullshit you were Dean. Seriously, you have no right to even go there. You're not my mother, and hell, you're not my father."

"But I am your brother, and I don't think this boy is good news."

She snorted. "Hardly. You don't even know me Dean, so stop trying to play the over protective brother card because I don't need it. I got this far through life fine without you. I don't need you." She stopped, only to take a breath. "Besides, I was under the impression you didn't care about me. You can't go from not wanting to know me one moment to interrogating my boyfriend the next."

"So he is your boyfriend then?"

"Almost."

Dean shook his head. "Listen to me Claire. Boys like that are bad news. Come on the popular jock? Who's to say he isn't just using you for sex?"

"Oh ew, Dean. Don't go there. And he's not ok? You don't even know him, so don't judge him."

"No, but I know how teenage boys think. I was one once."

"I don't care. Leave me alone." She brushed past him determinedly and marched back into the living where she took her seat next to Jeremy. "I'm so sorry about that Jeremy."

He smiled. "Claire, you can call me Jay, everyone else does."

"Ok, Jay." She smiled, testing out the new name. "But I really am sorry about Dean, I don't know what got into him. I mean, he hardly even knows me and all of a sudden was asking you rude questions."

"Claire," He put a hand on her knee. "I've already forgotten about it."

"Thankyou."

They stared at each other. Jeremy slowly brought his hand up to brush some of her hair behind her ear.

"I really like you Claire."

Her smiled slowly faded as he lent closer to her. Their faces were barely inches apart, Claire closed her eyes waiting for him to close the gap.

"Did you guy's want some…"

The jumped apart guiltily, as Dean stood in the door that connected to living room and kitchen together, mouth slightly open, surprised and embarrassed by what he'd just interrupted.

"Coffee?" He finished.

"Actually," Jeremy stood up quickly, putting even more distance between him and Claire. "I really should go. I have training later."

Dean nodded. "Alright then."

"Um, nice meeting you uh… Dean." He turned to Claire. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah." She smiled. "Tomorrow." She saw him out the door and turned to Dean. "I really hate you right now." She spat.

Without waiting to hear what he said, she ran upstairs, brushing past her mother and Sam on their way down, and slammed the door of her room shut.

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A/N #2: Hm, so… I'd like to hear your thoughts/opinions on Shenay, if you have any. I'm also finding Dean's actions contradictory, but it's necessary for later on. Also, I have a question; this sort of… section of the story will be over within the next few chapters. Should I finish that and leave it as one story and make the rest the sequel, or just keep going? Personally I like the sequel idea, but I want to know what you guys think first.

Reviews are appreciated :). (I'd like to hit 60, I'll update either way, but 60 reviews will make me extra happy)