Hey all! So this chapter might not make sense, but the next chapter will make this chapter make more sense, even more sense than this sentence! I hope you enjoy this, and sorry it is a bit short but have had a lot to deal with this week! LOVING the Reviews! Thank you sooo much!

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Another Kill

Claire's P.O.V

It had been at least one night since they moved me, from my old home, from any chance of saving me. They moved me to an abandoned house, I knew it hadn't been lived in for a while, I could smell the staleness of the house. The dust itched my nostrils and I sneezed a couple of times. They took it in turns to watch me, mumbling something about not trusting a Winchester, and my mom was starting to get bored. I was pissed with her, knocking me unconscious, and waking up to find myself here. I hadn't spoken since my eyes adjusted and awoke to this damp and dark place. But her constant stare in my eyes was beginning to tick me off!

"What!" I grunted.

"You're very interesting to look at," she commented. "You're like a ploy, an innocent looking thing, except I am sure without you being in your current condition, that you could kick ass any day! The true Winchester gene." She smirked looking down at my bump.

"Why did we move?" I asked seriously wanting to change conversation.

"You're friends were coming," she said examining her nails. She had grown them, and painted them black, mom never done that. She liked them clear and short. Which lead me to think how long had she been in my mother?

"Friends?" I asked confused as my head started to pound.

"Your siblings and your boyfriend and…well his friends," she giggled at my expression. I wanted to stab her so bad with the knife Sam was currently in possession with, had this bitch not been inside my mother and the knife not currently being with me, I would have done it here and then.

"They will find a trail, my brothers are exceptionally good hunters!" I smirked hoping the woman infront of me would stop smirking too, however the smirk grew.

"That's what we are hoping," she grinned.

"What?" I asked my eyebrows facing inwards.

"Yes, we moved you from a position where both parties would be able to find you, but we need to make it challenging. Test their abilities, strengths…not so much the Winchester's but the Huntington's," she grinned looking out of the corner of her eye as if remembering something.

"You son-of-a,"

"-Yes!" she sighed rolling her eyes. "I know! But this is what he wants, and my father will get it," she grinned going back to examining her nails. "You see, no demon has actually ever lived to tell the tale of the Huntington's, the only reason we know there last name, is because the demon manages to send only that before they die." She explained. I couldn't believe Matt was a part of this!

"What if they kill you?" I asked.

"They won't want to upset their baby sister, and Matt won't want to upset his girl, so we're safe in these bodies. We'll see the outcome and disappear," she grinned as the old front door swung open and Andrew walked in. Blood stained down his white t-shirt. "What was it this time?" Mom asked him.

"Some annoying couple from down the road, old, but they'll be ok now!" he grinned at me with his blood stained teeth.

I grimaced and tried to turn my head as bile rose from my throat.

"So…" I said wanting to take my mind off him. "…is this the reason I'm not in a circle of fire? Because you want them too find me now? You've given them the challenge?" I asked trying to think this through.

"Well done genius," she sighed sarcastically.

"My turn," Andrew grinned knocking Mom out the way. I winced thinking he was going to send my Mom's body flying. The woman inside my Mom noticed and grinned.

"Want some fun?" she beamed turning to Andrew and biting her lip.

Andrew frowned.

"What if I were to…" she paused to take out a knife that she had been hiding. "…hurt little old mommy here?" she pouted taking the tip of the knife and placing it on her skin making a thin red line appear on her arm, and making her bleed. She looked like she was enjoying herself.

"I hope they find you, and I hope Sammy is hooked up on demon juice, so he can send you two back where you belong!" I shouted. Andrew's face tensed up and he ran at me with his fist in the air ready to punch my face. Apparently my face was the only place which couldn't affect my baby.

"Calm," Mom smirked as we all heard a creak on a floorboard outside. I noticed and swung my head towards the direction. Andrew still had his fist at my face and seemed to be paused.

"SAM, DEAN…!" I began to scream. Andrew suddenly moved into action and scolded my face with a slap before cupping my mouth hard with his hand.

"You little bitch, you thought you could try the old shout and hope technique! Pft!" she sighed in a laugh. I grunted breathing heavy, wanting to speak – tell her too shove off, but failing because of the hand covering my mouth.

Another creak occurred and a figure burst through the room straight at my Mom sending her flying into the old stairs, wood flew everywhere, and the stairs collapsed sending dust flying into the air. Meanwhile Andrew and I stayed perfectly still. Another figure ran into the room at full speed knocking Andrew off his feet and sending him onto the wooden floor beside my chair. I looked over as Mom emerged through the cloud of dust and ran towards me. She placed a knife in my hand and knelt down so it faced stomach level. My hand was tied to the chair and I desperately tried too move it! The first figure from before, got up and marched towards Mom, grabbing her hair and knocking her out the way. I still couldn't tell who it was because of the dust cloud. Meanwhile the second figure was rolling on the floor with Andrew. I couldn't tell who was winning and it was rather frustrating. The first figure was pinned to the floor by my Mom, she kicked him in the stomach before returning to me, I quickly dropped the knife on the floor. She picked it up and held my hand with the knife, and stabbed my Mom in the gut. I screamed as she loosened her grip and the knife dropped to the floor. Mom opened her mouth as the black cloud left her loudly.

"MOM!" I screamed watching as the dust started to clear and she lay lifeless on the floor surrounded by her own pool of blood. "MOM!" I screamed again tears falling from my face. "I'm sorry," I sobbed.

The second figure managed to be on top of Andrew, however the cloud left his body, and became lifeless aswell. Did my parent's just die infront of my eyes? Or am I dreaming? I sobbed looking at my Mom. Her pale face shining with her sweat, her blood contrasted making my eyes look at the dark red spill out of her. The first figure marched up too me and grabbed me by the cheeks – softly – and moved my head to look at his. It was Dean, he was staring at me deep with his green-ish eyes, staring at me intently.

"Claire, look at me properly!" He urged. I couldn't my eyes were just a stream of water and they were blurry.

"I can't," I sobbed shaking my head and looking at my Mom on the floor. I killed her, the knife was in my hand! I am a killer, first Jo and Ellen, and now this! I sobbed harder as the images of Jo, Ellen and my Mom came to my head. However Dean's soothing voice bought me back to reality, as Sam had finished untying me.

"Claire!" Dean smiled stroking the side of my swollen cheek where my Mom had punched me the first time around.

"I'm sorry about Ellen and Jo," I cried wrapping my arms around him. He seemed tense at first but then slowly relaxed them. Instead of a quick hug, this lasted a while, as he embraced me and breathed in – I guessed he was breathing in my scent.

"It's not your fault! None of this is your fault!" he sighed and eventually got off me. I sniffed nodding, but knowing he was lying for me, keeping me sane. I turned to Sammy and smiled hugging him the same as Dean, however Sam accepted me quicker than Dean and I was happy that my breathing was returning to a normal rhythm, as I tried to calm myself.

"Get. Off. Her." A voice demanded coming from the front door. I turned slowly around, the voice sounded familiar, not too recognisable, but the sort of voice I heard once in a while.

"Mark!" I asked staring at the door.