Ladies Drink Free Part 2

Claire rolled her head to the side and blurrily saw someone running down the path toward her. She rolled over and struggled to grab her knife off the ground. As she rolled back over, Sam came into her line a sight, grabbing her hands.

"Claire. Claire. Hey, hey. Claire. Hey, it's me. It's me."

Claire whimpered as Sam pulled her into a sitting position and put his arms around her.

"It's me. I gotcha. I gotcha," Sam comforted. "I gotcha. You're safe."

As Sam held her, he noticed the wound on her shoulder and looked around angrily.

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Sam, Angela, Dean, Mick, Claire, and Grace were in a hotel room. Claire sat on the bed, looking at the bandage on her shoulder.

"We gotta cool her off. She's burning up." Dean muttered.

"Mommy, is Claire okay?" Grace asked worriedly.

"Claire is just… sick, sweetie." Angela told her daughter.

Mick grabbed a nearby blanket. "No. No, no, keep her warm."

Sam turned angrily toward Mick. "Back off."

"Shut up." Dean glared at Mick.

"Look, I understand you're angry—

"Mick, you killed a kid. We're not angry." Sam retorted. "We're done!"

"How long have I got until…" Claire trailed off.

"Sometimes it takes a full moon," Angela answered softly. "Sometimes it just takes time."

"Hey," Dean knelt down in front of Claire. "Hey, listen to me. Look, nobody said this was gonna be easy, okay? But you can live with this."

Meanwhile, Sam sat at the nearby table and opened up one of the books.

"No way." Claire shook her head.

"Hey. Look, so you—you have to stay locked up a few nights out of the month, okay? The rest of the time, you're you." Dean assured.

"Unless I break out," Claire whispered. "Maybe some people can control this, but I can barely keep it together on a good day. So, if there's any chance I could hurt Jody or Alex… or anyone… I'd rather die."

"Claire, there may be another way," Sam started hopefully. "There's—there's the blood therapy that you talk about."

"I told you, it doesn't work," Mick replied.

"It says right here, uh, one out of nine test subjects was cured," Sam argued.

"Cured?" Claire asked.

"Yes."

"That study was on mice." Mick shook his head.

Dean stood up and walked towards Mick. "You want to tell me what the hell he's talking about?"

"We experimented with the blood of sire werewolves," Mick started. "And we found it was possible to reverse the early stages of lycanthropy… in rodents."

"So you never tested on humans?" Angela questioned.

"Once."

"And?" Sam prompted.

"The subject died in agony," Mick muttered. "Sorry."

"Yeah," Claire mumbled. "Maybe second time's a charm."

Dean turned towards Claire. "Hey, no, no. You don't get a vote in this."

"It's my life," Claire argued. "I get all the votes."

"Sam, Angie, you wanna back me up here?" Dean asked.

Sam and Angela looked at each other for a moment.

"It's her life." Angela sighed.

Dean pursed his lips and glared icily at Mick. "I bet you think this is a great solution. Hmm? It works or she dies. Either way, one less monster, right?"

"I don't think there's any great solutions here," Mick replied.

"Dean…" Claire cried softly. "Please? I can't."

"All right." Dean conceded. "If we do this—if—how do we get it done?"

"We need blood, live blood, from the werewolf that bit her," Mick explained.

"Good. Great. Who we lookin' at?" Sam asked.

"Tribal tat. Back at the bar. We shook him down about Claire, and right after, she gets bit. That's not a coincidence."

"Timeline fits, connection to both victims." Sam agreed.

"Then we should go. The full moon rises in less than an hour." Mick replied. "And if she turns and feeds, our cheery success rate drops to zero."

Sam, Dean, Angela, Mick, and Grace walked toward the door. Dean stopped and turned toward Mick.

"Not you," Dean told him. "You stay with her."

"You trust him?" Sam quirked a brow.

"Gracie and I can stay here." Angela offered. "Nothing will happen to Claire."

"Okay," Sam nodded. "Love you."

"Love you, too." Angela smiled softly. "Stay safe."

"Sam, if you're not back…" Claire trailed off.

"We'll be back," Sam assured before he and Dean left.

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Conner walked out of the bar and toward his motorcycle. As he went to put on a helmet, Dean approached.

"Yo,"

Dean punched Conner in the face, pushed him up against a wall, and then turned him around, holding him in place with an arm around his neck. Sam moved in holding out a knife.

"All right, don't move, don't move," Sam warned. "It's silver." He added as he made a small cut on Conner's hand, a surprised look crossing his face. "He's human."

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Claire was looking out the hotel window as the full moon rose from behind the clouds. Angela was putting Grace to bed while Mick sat down and filled a syringe with a mysterious liquid.

"Let's give it time." Mick broke the silence.

Claire was breathing heavily and she grabbed her stomach as she bent over in pain.

"Claire, you okay?" Angela asked worriedly.

"Aah! It burns!" Claire cried out.

Claire grabbed at her shoulder. She went to the mirror and pulled off her bandages. As she turned to see the wound, it disappeared right in front of her eyes. She turned around and moved toward a gun on the table. Mick saw her and grabbed the gun before Claire could.

"You don't understand. It's happening!" Claire cried. "Give it to me!"

"No," Mick replied firmly.

"Then you do it, please!" Claire begged. "It's happening! And you don't understand how this feels!"

"Claire, honey, it's going to be okay," Angela assured.

Mick pointed the gun at Claire. "I know a man who would shoot you right now without a moment's thought."

"Mick, what the hell are you doing?" Angela demanded.

"And every instinct I have says he's right… that I ought to do my duty," Mick continued. "But… But my instincts haven't been so grand of late. Sit down."

Claire wrapped herself in a blanket and sat down on the couch, hugging her knees tightly.

"Now okay, here's what we're gonna do," Mick started gently. "Firstly, we're gonna restrain you, right?" he picked up leather straps. "For mine, Angela's, and Grace's protection. Okay? And then… then we're gonna sedate you." He held up a small brown bottle. "Also for our protection. With any luck, when you wake up, this will all be over."

"If I wake up." Claire corrected. "I gotta call Jody. She's gonna be so mad at me."

"Claire, she's not," Angela assured. "She's just gonna be happy that you're safe."

Suddenly, the door to the hotel room opened and a masked figure stormed into the room.

"Claire, get back!" Mick yelled.

Mick went after the figure and he was thrown across the room violently. Claire shattered a glass vase against the figure's back. The figure turned to face her and pulled off his mask, only to reveal that he was the original bartender. He punched Claire in the face and she fell to the ground.

"Claire!" Angela ran toward her.

The bartender swiftly punched Angela in the face, knocking her unconscious as well. The bartender smirked and dragged Claire and Angela out of the room.

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Sam and Dean walked into the hotel room and started looking around. Grace was sleeping peacefully in one of the hotel beds.

"Claire?" Sam called out. "Angie?"

Mick, who was unconscious on the floor, groaned and started to get up.

"Where are they?" Dean demanded.

"The wolf," Mick stood up. "He took them."

"What?" Sam demanded.

Dean lunged at Mick and grabbed him by the shirt. "You had one job!"

"I tried to stop him, okay?" Mick retorted. "I can find them. I put a tracker in Claire's pocket."

"You planted a bug on her?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Look, you can kill me later, after we find Claire and Angela." Mick retorted.

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Claire and Angela were each tied to a chair inside a small cabin. The bartender walked around and threw items into a small duffle bag.

"I know this is sudden," the bartender started. "But you and your friends, you should've let me have Hayden. She was miserable here. She… We had big plans."

"Yeah?" Claire asked as she struggled against the ropes. "Was that before or after you bit her?"

"I had to know if she could survive the change. Not everyone does," the bartender explained as Claire groaned in pain. "See? It hurts at first, but eventually, it's like the best drug ever times a thousand."

"Right." Claire scoffed. "Eat me, Teen Wolf."

"It's not like I wanted to do this. My pack, we were happy. We didn't hurt anyone. And then hunters with weapons that I've never seen before, they show up and… take out 20 of us, just like that." The bartender explained. "The ones that made it, we split up, but we weren't meant to live like that. A werewolf needs his pack. You'll see, I'm a nice guy."

"Yeah? You know who says they're a nice guy?" Claire asked. "Clingy, insecure bitches with mommy issues."

The bartender walked over to the refrigerator. "That's just the change talking." He replied as he pulled a package off the shelf and walked over to Claire. "You'll feel better once you eat."

"You son of a bitch," Angela struggled against the ropes. "Get away from her!"

He took an animal heart out of the package and shoved it in Claire's mouth. "Try it. You'll like it. As soon as I saw you, I knew… you're just like me. Alone."

Claire spat the meat at the bartender and her mouth was covered in blood. "Wrong. I have a family, and they love me."

Claire pitched forward, gasping in pain. When she sat up, her eyes were glowing yellow and she stared the bartender down. Sam kicked in the door and tackled the bartender to the ground. Dean and Mick rushed in after, and Mick went to untie Angela.

"Claire?" Dean asked.

Claire turned around, growling and showing her fangs.

"Claire. Hey, all right. Easy." Dean held up his hands.

As the bartender and Sam continued to fight, Claire broke the ropes holding her and went after Dean. He picked up a pan and Claire swatted it out of his hands, causing it to crash to the floor.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Dean exclaimed. "Oh!"

Sam punched the bartender and got behind him, grabbing him around the chest. "Mick, hurry!"

Mick ran over and jabbed something into the bartender's back. The bartender snarled, reared back, and slammed his head into Sam's. Sam fell back against some nearby furniture and fell to the ground, unconscious. Mick moved in, but the bartender threw him aside as well. As the bartender turned toward Dean and Angela, Claire lunged at them. Dean threw her against the fridge and she fell to the floor.

"Sorry, kid." He muttered.

The bartender threw Angela across the room and lunged at Dean, throwing him to the floor. As he went to move toward Dean, Mick shot him in the back.

Mick ran over and helped Dean up and then grabbed the ampule he stuck in the bartender's back. He loaded the blood from the ampule into a syringe. Meanwhile, Claire woke up and got up from the floor, growling and snarling.

"Move, move, move, move, move," Dean told Mick. "Claire. Claire."

Sam woke up and joined Dean, Angela, and Mick standing opposite Claire. He was holding a backpack out in front of him.

"Okay, Claire," Angela started calmly. "It's us. You know us."

"That thing ready yet?" Dean asked.

"It's ready. It's ready." Mick nodded. "Go, go, go."

"She wanted this right?" Dean questioned.

"Oh, yeah." Sam nodded.

Mick handed the syringe to Dean. Claire lunged at Sam, who used the backpack to protect himself and pushed Claire away from him. As she passed, Dean jabbed her with the syringe. She fell to the floor screaming.

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Claire was lying on the couch in the cabin, convulsing, as Dean, Sam, Angela, and Mick looked on. Claire's voice alternated between werewolf snarls and her whimpering.

"Gonna get some air," Dean muttered as he stood up and walked out of the house.

Claire writhed some more and then fell completely still and silent. Angela covered her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Claire?" Sam asked softly. "Dean."

Dean walked back into the room and watched as Claire's claws receded to her natural nails. There was a long pause and then Claire opened her eyes.

"You guys look like crap," she muttered.

Sam looked relieved and exhaled audibly, and Angela let out a relieved sob.

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Sam, Dean, Angela, Grace, and Mick left the hotel and Dean handed the valet his ticket.

Mick looked across the parking lot at Claire loading her car. "All right, give this to you. That girl is a walking miracle."

"Yes, she is." Dean agreed. "Listen, uh… thanks for the win back there."

"So, we're good?" Mick asked.

"Not quite," Angela replied. "But we'll give you a second chance."

"Just don't mess it up," Dean warned. "There won't be a third."

"Okay." Mick nodded as Claire approached.

"Hey," Sam smiled at Claire. "How you feeling?"

"Honestly? I'm sort of craving a Milk-Bone right now." Claire chuckled. "Look, um… what I said before… you guys are here when I need you and that's all that matters."

"You gonna tell Jody what happened?" Sam asked.

"I don't know," Claire admitted.

"Well, whatever you decide, we got your back," Dean assured.

"Yeah!" Grace agreed, hugging Claire. "Love you, Claire."

A/N: Hey, y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! I always love episodes with Claire :) Love you guys, xoxo

~Emily