Sam had told Dean that Claire needed some time, but she had been in the bathroom for so long that even he was worried about her. Dean was pacing back and forth swigging his 4th beer in 3 hours. He was becoming more and more agitated the longer he paced. The pacing was setting Sam's nerves on edge too. Dean suddenly stopped pacing and strode up to the bathroom door, knocking softly. He didn't want to frighten her anymore than she already was.
"Claire?", Dean called gently, with his mouth close to the door. "Are you alright?" There was no response. "You now you're safe here, right?" He put his ear to the door and listened for any movement. Anything to let him know that Claire was even alive. Suddenly the door flew open and Claire just managed to move out of the way, as Dean went sprawling through the open doorway. He landed on his face on the cold tiles. He rolled over and saw Claire looking down at him with her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the giggles.
"OH, DEAN! I'M SORRY!", Claire managed to blurt out between peels of laughter. Dean could hear Sam chuckling and looked up to see him standing in the doorway by his feet. Dean raised his foot and kicked Sam in the shin. He went bouncing around the motel room on one foot while holding his leg up in the air with both hands. Claire looked up at Sam as he hoped around like a jackrabbit, groaning. She lost it and doubled over with hysterics.
"Nice to see you enjoying yourself!", Dean said sarcastically. Claire did her best to suppress her laughter, but she wasn't having much success. He smiled at her before he stood up. He was relieved to see that she wasn't completely broken. Sam was sitting at the foot of one of the hard beds, rubbing his sore leg. He looked up at his brother and grumbled.
"You didn't have to kick me, Dean!", Sam whined. Dean shrugged at him and shot Claire a conspiratorial wink. Claire snickered at the antics of the two brothers. Dean walked over to the table and picked up a pile of clothes and handed them to her. She raised her eyebrow at him and he cleared his throat and looked away. It was a pair of Dean's boxers and one of Sam's T-shirts.
"Thanks", Claire said and started toward the bathroom again. "I'm gonna take a shower, OK?" Dean nodded and sat down next to his brother, shoving him off the bed, onto the floor.
"HEY!", Sam barked. "What the Hell, Dean?" Claire started laughing again and shook her head at the hunters as she shut the door. "What did you do that for, ya Asshole?" Sam shot daggers at his brother with his eyes as he sat on the floor rubbing his sore ass. Dean chuckled at his younger brother before he turned and gazed seriously at the bathroom door.
"Because she needed it", Dean whispered. Sam looked over at the door and nodded. He never thought he would hear her laugh or even smile again. He knew that if anyone could keep her from falling apart it was Dean. He seemed to know instinctively what Claire needed. It was strange. Dean was so awkward with most people's emotions. But when it came to Claire, he was different. He was DEAN.
Lucifer brought Max, Jay, and a few other demons to the motel where the hunters were staying. His eyes glowed red hot and he grinned when he saw that the lights were still on in their room. He could see thin beams of light coming from the edges of the thick curtain. Lucifer nodded at Max and Max nodded back as he made his way to the Winchesters door with the others following closely behind. Lucifer remained hidden in the shadows of a nearby pillar. He smiled as he watched his demons kick in the door and charge into the room. He knew exactly what to do and where to go to gain his prize.
Claire looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed as she let the shower run to get hot. She thanked GOD, or whoever was listening, that Sam and Dean had been there for her. The laughter and lighthearted banter between the brothers drove away a lot of the darkness that had seeped in while she had barricaded herself in the bathroom earlier. But now that she was alone again, the darkness began to creep back into her soul and when she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn't recognize the girl staring back at her.
She undressed and stepped under the scalding hot water. She grabbed the soap and began to scrub frantically at her body trying to get the stench of Lucifer and his demon goon off of her. She cried as she scrubbed harder. She could still feel Lucifer's hands roaming her body and his hot breath on her neck. That, she feared, could never be scrubbed away. A moment later Claire heard a loud bang and she flinched, throwing herself against the back wall of the shower. She began to tremble when she heard shouting and more banging. She heard what sounded like furniture breaking and pained screaming.
"CLAIRE!", a growling scream came from the other room. She thought it was Dean, but she couldn't be sure. She plucked up the courage and yanked the shower curtain aside. Her breath caught in her throat at the grinning face in front of her. She opened her mouth to scream and the grinning face shushed her with a finger pressed to his lips. The scream died before it could reach her mouth. A strangled whine came out instead.
"CLAIRE-BEAR!", Lucifer whispered. "Did you miss me?" He snickered as she shook her head frantically, cowering in the corner of the tiny stall. Lucifer reached in and turned off the water and stepped inside, pulling the curtain across, throwing his face into shadow. He closed the distance between them slowly until he was pressed up against her wet body. She could still hear the sounds of a fight going on in the other room and her eyes shifted over his shoulder at the noise. "Oh, they'll be OK, little Claire-Bear!", Lucifer cooed. "Just needed a little distraction so we could have some US time!
"N...MMPH!", Claire's tried to scream, but Lucifer slapped his hand over her mouth. He shushed her, stroking her wet hair while she struggled to get away from him. Lucifer started to breathe heavily as he pressed his knee up between her legs. He began to kiss and suck on her neck lasciviously. Claire shoved against him with everything she had without budging him an inch. She flinched when she heard loud banging on the bathroom door.
"CLAIRE?", Dean shouted. "CLAIRE! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! CLAIRE!" Claire's screams were muffled but he could still hear her. He began to kick at the door furiously and finally got it open on the third try. He bolted into the tiny bathroom and jerked the curtain off the rod, rings popping into the air. There stood Lucifer with Claire backed into the corner with his hand over her mouth and his knee wedged between her legs. Lucifer grinned at him and winked. Dean screamed and lunged at the sadistic bastard, only to have him vanish into thin air. Taking Claire with him. Dean slammed into the shower wall, bellowing in rage.
"DEAN?", Sam whispered from the doorway. "What happened?" Dean stood there in the shower stall, leaning with his forehead and his hands on the the wet tile. Hot tears rolled down his face as the anger built up inside him. He punched the wall as he roared with rage. The tile cracked under the force of his blow and blood ran down the wall and dripped from his knuckles.
"He took her, Sam", Dean croaked. "Lucifer took her".