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Disclaimer – I do not own; Dean W, Sam W, Bobby or Castiel. However I do own; Claire W, Matt H, Mark H, Anna, Nick, Andrew, and Sarah.

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Claire's P.O.V

Have you ever been close to death? I mean really close? I have twice before, and each time you get a feeling, like you know your time is up so you just let your body slip away from you. However each time my body has come swooping closer too me. I have been saved, and I knew I would, deep down inside anyway. However, sitting opposite my possessed mother and her husband, I wasn't sure I was going to survive.

"Your wish," My mom shrugged after I had just said 'over my dead body'. Mom smirked at me, and came closer towards the fire, she examined it and Andrew looked worried.

"Don't," he urged slowly getting up and tensing his muscles. "Man I love being in this one, so…strong!" he smirked at me.

"Don't what?" the woman asked still examining the fire.

"Don't even think about it! If our father get's back to see the fire out, he will be more than fuming!" the man said holding her arm and looking into her eyes. Bile rose in my mouth, as if demons could ever feel love.

"I won't," she shrugged smirking, but turning to me pouting, and winking.

Dean and Sam, two seconds (…and counting) away from Claire's Mom's house

The impala drove straight past the house, where there sister was trapped, and stopped a couple of houses after it. Sam knew why, it was because every demon who knew of the Winchester's knew of their car. They hopped out and went straight to the boot, grabbing every big gun they had, slinging it around their shoulders then closing the Impala.

"How we going to do this?" Sam asked loading his gun with rock salt.

"We need to go in there, shoot, get Claire and run!" Dean smirked turning to Sam. "And buy shoot I mean kill the son's-of-a-bitches who are keeping her in there!"

"But Dean…" Sam stopped to get his attention. "…that's her Mom." Sam said swallowing the lump in his throat, he knew what it was like to loose a mom, and he didn't want Claire to go through that too.

Dean stopped and looked at the ground. "We'll do what we'll have too," he said also swallowing hard and making his way towards the house.

Matt, Mark and Anna, two seconds (…and counting) away from Claire's Mom's house

"Dad can't you drive faster!" Matt screamed as he was in the familiar street. They drove straight past the house and parked a couple of houses next too it. Matt was the first too get out grabbing a gun as he did, Mark was next, then Anna. Anna had learnt the necessary skills needed to become a hunter, and it had impressed both Mark and Matt. Anna shared a glance with Matt before they made their way to the front door.

They were fast movers, they didn't like to talk about a plan, they were active people. And it worked well with them. However this time Mark stopped walking and this made Anna and Matt stop too.

"Son," Mark began. "We can't screw this up, not now! This is Claire after all! So I was thinking, let's see who is in their before we start shooting…ok?" Mark asked the two stunned teenagers.

"Dad you know I always do," Matt said raising an eyebrow.

"Not all the time," Mark smirked.

"Can we just move?" Anna asked impatiently. Mark and Matt chuckled then went back to the hunt as they reached the front door.

Sam and Dean

"We'll do what we have too," Dean said swallowing hard and making his way towards the house. Sam close too him. They stopped at the window which looked onto the living room. Dean slowly rose up at the side and looked in at the same time. It was quiet, no-one was there. He gave Sam the nod of approval and they both silently slipped through the window effortlessly. They walked cautiously around the room, looking up the stairs, and looking around the corner. However Dean seemed transfixed by something on the floor. A burn mark, an entire circle, he bent down. Sam saw him and his eyebrows furrowed. Dean put his finger on the mark, as if inspecting for dust, and he cussed as the heat pinched his skin.

"What is it?" Sam asked his eyebrows still furrowed.

"It's a circle, for angels, no-one in, no-one out! And it's fresh," Dean frowned.

Suddenly a movement caught their attention. It was coming from the cupboard in the room they were in. It was white, and had shutters, so anyone in there could hear and see them. Dean and Sam shared a glance and raised their guns.

Some more rustling happened, and the door burst open, sending two men flying at them. One man, who was taller and well built, was on top of Dean, the man hit him and pistol whipped him and knocked Dean unconscious. The other man, wasn't really a man, but a boy. However he still managed to pistol whip Sam and send him unconscious aswell.

Dean and Sam were seated on two dining chairs. They were next to each other and their hands and feet were tied up. Sam was already awake, a massive bulge on the side of his face where he was hit, he watched and prayed that his brother woke up. Dean nodded and blinked his eyes open as he returned to consciousness. He looked at his younger brother first, and saw the big bulge on the side of his face, anger boiled up inside him and his fists clenched. And he suddenly became aware that he had company.

"Well hello sweet cheeks," he winked at the seventeen year old girl infront off him. She reminded him a lot of Claire, tall, blonde, blue eyes, the only difference being hair colour, Claire being a dirty blonde, this girl was almost completely white.

She rolled her eyes and tutted. "Anna, nice to meet you!" she smirked. "Not that…you probably ask for girls names before you sweet talk them," she shrugged pissed. Then he noticed the gun in her hand.

"Cute gun," he noted staring at it in such an innocent looking girls hand.

"Thanks, it was a present," she smirked.

Suddenly voices were coming from the kitchen, and both Sam and Dean recognised them, but couldn't put a face too them.

"They could be possessed," Mark told his son whilst unloading the shopping. Salt, salt, water, and more salt was their overall shop. They had run out of supplies and the house was virtually empty.

"But they just got here!" Matt said trying to make his father see sense.

"This place was wiped clean from all supplies, they knew where too come, and Claire isn't here. And I know the next door neighbour would not lie too me! He is a good mate!" Mark grunted. How could his son trust those people in the living area?

"Dad I need to tell you something…" Matt sighed dreading the reaction of the news he would bring.

"Spit out son!" Mark chuckled.

"…those men in there, I know them…" Matt paused to gulp as his father turned round furious.

"Hey Matt-io!" Dean shouted from the living room. Anna ran up too him and grabbed his cheeks.

"You be quiet!" she shouted pushing his head back before returning to stare at them.

"Oh feisty," Dean growled winking.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Matt just tell your dad who we are and get us out of here!" Sam urged struggling at the rope.

Mark stomped into the living area after blessing the water and making it holy. He poured a whole bag of salt in the bottle and shook it. "Anna," he said and she smirked, quickly moving to Dean's mouth. She forced it open, with manic strength, and Mark poured the water down Dean's throat. Dean's gag reflexes kicked in and started to choke until Mark was satisfied and stopped. Mark moved on too Sam.

"Give the bottle here," Sam sighed. Mark didn't respond. Sam kept is mouth open and Mark poured the salt, holy water down his throat, also making him gag and choke until Mark was satisfied.

"Happy!" Dean grunted giving Mark a look.

"Do I know you?" Mark replied placing the bottle on the floor and sitting on a stool infront of them.

"It depends who you remember! I bet you've seen a lot more hunter faces than us! And I bet all of them want to kick your ass!" Dean smirked at Mark.

"Ah!" Mark said clicking his fingers and pointing at the pair of them. "The Winchesters," he smirked.

"Glad we could be reacquainted." Sam said sarcastically.

"How's John?" Mark asked grabbing his pocket knife and examining the blade.

Dean gulped. "He's just peachy,"

Mark chuckled and stood up. Placing the blade on the rope and cutting them free. "Now tell me…how do you know my son?" Mark asked slightly pissed at his son for not mentioning this sooner.

"Claire's boyfriend…ex-boyfriend," Dean said looking at Matt.

"She didn't know what she was doing!" Mark sighed throwing the blade at a wall and it went straight into it impressively, like a dart.

Sam gulped.

"She went away with two idiot's who claimed to be her brothers!" Mark said sarcastically sitting down again on his stool.

"Um…Dad…" Matt tried to interrupt as Sam and Dean shot him a look.

"Not now Matt," Mark hushed him. "How are you boys? And how Claire make you meet my son?" He asked a bit more urgent at the question at the end.

"We saved his life," Sam said shooting another look at Matt.

"Oh! Well Matt why didn't you tell me!" Mark smiled standing up and going towards his son to give him an awkward side hug. Mark always done this infront of other hunters, acted over emotional towards everything, so they would be tricked into telling him everything without thinking there would be consequences. "When was this?" Mark asked his eyebrows facing inwards.

"When we were saving our sister!" Dean said plainly, his face red from anger, his fists already clenched.

The penny dropped with Mark, as did his expression.