Hey, I'm sorry if it seems like I write in Dean more than Sam. Deans character is just easier for me to write for some reason, even though I love Sam to pieces. I still try to make sure each character gets equal "screen time" but it's hard lol

Also, this chapter is kind of short. Sorry.

"Dean!" Clair exclaimed. She tried to get free of Sam, but to no avail. All she wanted was to rush to James' side and protect him.

Dean turned around and faced Clair with malice in his eyes. She could practically see them glowing red.

"We're going home." he said harshly, and nodded at Sam.

"NO!" Clair exclaimed, and continued to try and fight off Sams grasp. "You can't just punch my boyfriend and leave. He's knocked out cold."

Sam's eyes widened as he looked down at Clair, and Dean practically all but grew bull horns.

"Your what?" Dean asked, coming up closer to their sister. Clair blushed and looked down, avoided either of her brothers prying eyes.

"I think she said boyfriend." Sam said sternly. She could feel his grip tighten on her just a little, but at the same time she could tell he was trying to be gentle. Even though he was kind of failing.

"Oh no no no no." Dean said with a forced chuckle. "I don't think so."

His smile was forced and obsiously fake. Clair could see the anger behind it and avoided his gaze.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend today." she said, meekly. She tucked her hair behind her ear and gave a sheepish smile to her brothers. She didn't have anything to be sorry for. She was a girl with a boyfriend. What was so wrong about that.

"We're going home." Dean said again. Sam dragged Clair back to the car. Cas followed behind them, saying nothing. Cas turned and gazed back at the unconsious young man, before making a quick call on his outdated cell phone. He called the local police station, letting them know that an unconsios young man was in the woods right off of the main highway leading out of town.

As much as he didn't care for the boy Clair had decided to call her boyfriend, he did agree with her. They couldn't just leave him out in the woods unconcious. Not when they knew what really lurked out in the forest.

Cas contintued to follow his friends, getting into the backseat of the impala with Clair. SHe had her arms crossed, and was sitting as far away from him as possible. She 'harumphed' and looked out the window longingly.

"Clair," Cas asked, eying her quizickly. "I know the human brain is often feeble. Did you forget to put on a shirt?"

He motioned towards her ensemble, and she quickly looked down at what she was wearing as if she had forgotten. It was also then that her brothers seemed to take notice of what she was wearing for the first time as well. Perhaps before they had been too preoccupied with James.

Her crop top was a bit of a mess, and she tried to straighten it out. But it didn't do anygood. SHe still looked dirty.

"Yeah, what the hell are you wearing?" Dean asked. His voice was harsh and he eyed her angrily through the rearview mirrow. She just shrugged and stuck out her tongue at him. She didn't have time for his nonsense.

"It's a shirt. A cute one I paid a lot of money for at the mall."

"It lookes like underwear." Dean said. Clair just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back out the window.

The small group rode the rest of the way home in intense silence.

When they got home, Clair threw open her door and started storming away from her brothers. She hoped they would let her go to her room in piece, but that wasn't going to happen.

"Clair!" Sam called after her as he sped up to to keep up with her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To my room," she replied, turning around and rolling her eyes.

"I don't think so." Dean said, coming up beside his brother. "Common room, now!" he ordered.

"Ugh!" Clair complained and angrily marched to the common room of the bunker. She angrily threw herself into one of the chairs at the main table and glared at her brothers and Cas as they gathered around her.

"What's gotten into you?" Sam asked, taking a seat and sitting across from her backwards on the chair.

"Nothing." she spat through her teeth.

"Hormones." Cas said flatly. "Teenagers are well known for hormone issues."

Dean eyed Cas quizickly for a moment before turning back to his sister.

"Weed, Clair? Really?" he asked.

Clair sighed and looked between her two brothers.

"What? Like you guys havent tried it before?"

"We're not talking about us, Clair. We're talking about you." Dean said harshly.

"It's not big deal." she countered.

"Clair, this whole thing is a big deal. I don't think you understand how serious you running off really was. You're special, Clair. Demons want you. You can't just go running off as you please. You have to be careful. You can't trust anybody. Not even other hunters." Sam said. He was doing his best to sound gentle, but he wasn't sure how well he was doing.

"You can only trust us, Clair. Only family." Dean said as he sauntered over and poured himself half a glass of some whisky and taking a long swig.

"Sounds like a lonely life." Clair said, pursing her lips and avoiding her brothers gaze.

"Well, that's a hunters life. You wanted this, Clair. Now suck it up and deal." Dean spat. He ran his hand down his face, pausing for just a moment. He was tired. He looked tired. This whole situation with Clair had drained him.

"We'll talk about this more later. Why don't you go get washed up." Sam said, giving her knee a little pat.

She groaned, but said nothing. She just simply got up and made her way to the bathroom.

Sam sighed and closed his eyes.

In the amount of time Clair had been with them, she sure had come a long way from the frightened girl that had been sobbing into his arm.

What was happening to their sister?