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Clair rode in the back seat, with her legs crossed. Her stomach hurt, and the situation was akward all around. Her brothers rode in the front seat, casually glancing back at her sometimes. She figured they were worried she might get blood on the seat, but didn't want to say anything. But she kind of wished she would. Just to break the unberable silence. She was honestly surprised Dean hadn't said anything yet, as much as he loved the car. Sometimes she wondered if he loved it more than her and Sam.

Finally they pulled up to a drugstore that seemed a bit rundown, but was still open. The entire front of the building was nothing but windows, except for the top which consisted of ancient, crumbling, bricks. Which held the name of the store. The bright flourecents of the store shone out into the parking lot, and it was harsh on their eyes in the dim lighting of the evening.

"Do you want us to go in with you?" Dean asked, turning to look at Clair. She could tell he was uncomfortable, and didn't really want to go in with her.

"No, it's okay." she said, with a half smile. Dean nodded, as if relieved, and pulled out his wallet. He gave her a few dollers and Clair stuffed them into her pocket before opening the door of the car and getting out.

Sh walked up to the store-front, and opened the door with a loud creak. The ding that sounded as she walked it sounded sick and dragged on longer than nessasary. She flinched as the sound grated at her ears.

"Hello!" the cashier said, with just the slightest accent. Clair nodded at him, not really wanting to engage in conversation. His shirt had a collar that was way too low cut and showed a bush of chest hair. He licked his lips as he stared at her and Clair shivered. She was suddenly wishing she had asked one of her brothers to come in with her.

She made her way ovet to the vitamins and whatnot and picked herself up some pamprin and then made her way to the femine hygeine aisle. The cashier kept his eyes on her, and she didn't like it. She thought about saying something about it when she went back out to the car, but decided that she better not. She picked up her preferred brand of pads and went to the cashier. He seemed like he wanted to make some suggestive comments, but thankfully didn't He checked out her items and she paid him the money that Dean had given her.

After grabbing her items she went back out to the car, and got in the back seat. Dean had some classic rock playing over the radio, and Sam was fooling around on his phone.

"Have any problems?" Sam asked, as they pulled out of the parking lot. Clair shook her head, and clutched her items closer to herself.

The siblings rode back to the bunker in silence.

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Sam and Dean sat at the table in the common room. Clair had retreated back to her own room. The two had briefly thought about going back to watch the show they had left before taking their sister to pick up her...hygeine items...

Dean had poured himself another glass of whisky and took a big swig as he sat across from Sam. They knew girls got periods, it was obviously a fact of life. But dealing with is first and was a little different.

"Should we get ready for a week of mood swings?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam. Sam laughed and shook his head.

"Man, she's been having mood swings since she arrived." Sam said, taking a sip of his own glass of whisky.

"I don't know if I can handle this." Dean said, leaning his head in his hands.

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The next morning Clair got up. She didn't sleep that well. Between her cramps continiously waking her up throughout the night and the fact that the blanket was scratchy and uncomfortable. The bags under her eyes were exceptionally dark and saggy.

"Ugh." she mummored, as she got up. Her brown hair ws a mess and she didn't really care. She looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and saw that it was nearly 10:00. She couldn't remember the last time that she had slept that late.

She went into the common room, not caring how she looked, and came face to face with Sam.

"Oh, I was just coming to get you up." he said. "Did you sleep okay?"

"No, not even a little bit." she said. Her voice sounded angry. And she didn't mean it too. But thats just how it ended up coming out.

"How come?" Sam asked. He thought maybe she had had another nightmare. But all she did was shrug.

"I just didn't sleep well." she said, signaling that she wanted to drop the issue.

The two found their way to the common room, where Dean stood with another man that Clair had never seen before.

His hair was dark, and he had just the slightest hint of stubble. He smiled at her, and his eyes seemed to crinkle. He wore a dirty trenchcoat and buisness slacks. Clair wondered who he might be. But then remembered that Sam had said something about their friend coming by today.

"Hello, Clair." he said. His voice was gruff, and gravely. But still sweet and kind.

"Hi," she said meekly. She was suddenly overcome with shyness.

"Clair, this is our friend Cas." Dean said. He motioned for them all to take a seat at the table.

Clair nodded and took a seat with the men.

"Clair, we have some stuff we need to talk about." Sam said. He had taken a seat next to her, and gently laid his hand on her arm. She looked at him, a little confused, and then glanced over at Dean and Cas who sat across the table. They suddenly seemed serious and she didn't like where this appeared to be going.

"Talk about what?'' she asked.

Dean sighed, and leaned forward on the table just a bit.

"We need to talk about what happened at the motel...with the demon."

Clair nodded. She understood. What had happened had been scary. Especially for her. And the demon had said some things that she didn't quite understand and had been wondering about ever since. She just didn't want to say anything to her brothers about it. She figured they had enough on their minds and would address it if they felt like it. And apparently they did.

"Clair, your brothers told me about what happened." Cas said.

"So, spill what you know." Dean said. He sounded impatient. At least to Clair's ears.

"Yeah, the demon said something about her being perfect for carrying an anti-christ." Sam said.

"Yes, well. You don't have Clair's kind of blood to carry one. It just makes it easier on the mother. She'll be more likely to live through the birth, and the fetus will usually come out stronger. Anybody can carry one. Like the woman you met some years ago. She was completely normal. And was honestly lucky that she survived the birthing process." Cas said, matter of factly.

"That's all well and good information, Cas. But get to the point." Dean snapped.

"She's called an Ora. They're humans, who come from strong blood lines. Their blood is strong, and good for carrying demon children. And their blood makes demons stronger if devoured, thanks to the special properties in it. Some of them are practially magnets for demon activity, but most of them go through their entire lives without ever being found out, by demons or otherwise. I'm honestly shocked they've managed to find out about Clair."

"Well, this is just great." Dean snapped. His voice was harsh and angry. Clair couuld tell he didn't like what they had all just heard.

"So, I'm...basically normal...kind of?" Clair asked. Cas smiled, but it wasn't a happy one.

"I suppose you are, mostly." Cas said.

Clair nodded and bowed her head, keeping her gaze on the dark wood of the table. She felt Sams hand on her back as he gently rubbed it.

"Hey, don't worry about it. You're just like everybody else. Just look at me. I've got a little bit of demon blood in my veins and I'm perfectly fine." Sam said softly. He was trying to comfort his sister. But he didn't know how well he was doing.

Clair looked up at her brother, her eyes glistening with tears that threatned to fall.

"You have demon blood in your veins?" she asked, astonished. This was something she had never known about her elder brother. It comforted her to know she wasn't the only one with unnatural blood in the family, but it also reminded her of how much she didn't really know about her brothers.

Sam nodded, and smiled at his sister who seemed to be calming down a little bit. He hoped he had helped. If even just a little.

"Well, it's obvious we just keep Clair away from the demons. If they can't find her they can't hurt her. The bunker is warded. She'll be safe here." Dean said. His voice was stern and he eyed Clair with a concerned look she had never quite seen before.

"I can't stay in the bunker forever. I need a life." Clair said, frantic. She hated the idea of being kept a prisoner in this place for forever. She wanted to go out with friends, she wanted to go on hunts with her brothers, and so much more. She refused to kept here like an animal.

"Clair, it's for the best." Dean said.

Clair shook her head and looked over to Sam, hoping to get him to side with her. But he seemed like he wasn't quite sure which side he wanted to take. But finally he spoke up.

"Dean, she's right. She needs to go to school." Sam said, giving Clair's shoulder a little squeeze. She smiled up at him. That wasn't the exact example she had been thinking of, but it it got Dean to let up on his idea then it was all fine and dandy.

"Sam...she doesn't need school. You can homeschool her." Dean said, and smiled as if he had just solved every problem with his idea.

"NO!" Clair shouted, standing up fron the table and slamming her fist on the table. Cas looked up at her, shocked.

"I refuse to be a prisoner here!" She said, her voice shaking.

Dean sighed, and stood up from the table to face his sister.

"Look, we can talk about this later. Right now I'm just glad that you're okay, and that its nothing we have to worry about. For now, at least." Dean said. He didn't want to upset his sister. But he didn't want her out where she could be discovered by a demon. She wouldn't be able to handle herself. She was irresponsiple and didn't have the same kind of training that he and Sam had. She wouldn't be able to handle herself.

And that had been proved back and the motel when the demon had attacked her their. They were lucky they had gotten their in time. He didn't wan't to think about what would have happened to her if they hadn't heard her calls for help. It made his gut wrench at just the thought of all the possibilites.

Clair practically growled, and stormed off. The three men shared a look, and Sam sighed. Dean sat back down with his brother and friend, and looked over at Cas as if searching for help.

"Your sister is quite fiesty." Cas said, gazing off in the direction where she had stormed off just moments earlier.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Dean said. He sounded defeated, and Cas hated the way he sounded.

"In my expirence teenager are...difficult." Cas said, and sighed. "I'm sorry you're having to deal with this."

"Don't be sorry, Cas. She's our sister. Things will get better, hopefully." Sam said. Dean nodded, as if he agreed, but Cas just grunted.

"Sam, what are we going to do?" Dean asked, gazing at his brother. His eyes were pleading. He honestly didn't know what they were going to do.

Sure, they had dealt with plenty of things in the past. Things a lot worse than this. But when it came to their sister, they just didn't know what to do.