She woke up tied on the chair in her living room with a horrible headache.

Somebody hit her in the head. Hard.

A few months passed after seeing the Winchesters in that barn. She had a plan now, but it needed time. She bought a house. Well more like killed the previous owners while spreding the news they moved to Avstralia.

And if she was right the Winchesters should come knocking on her door any day now. A house next to hers was hounted. Some ghost from the past was killing people, she didn't really know the details. But what she did know was that the Winchester were crashing in the motel a few towns back and will certainly hear about this.

Although this tied to a chair thing was somehing completly unexpected.

You are reckless!

She could almost hear her fathers voice in her head once again. She went to sleep the past night and it looks like she didn't wake up when somebody hit her in the head.

Reckless!

She looked around the room to see who captured her. But there was no one around. She heard doors open and saw a familiar face.

It was a demon.

She had a gift, thanks to her father, she could see demons through their meatsuit.

"Well well well" the demon said "look who woke up"

"What exactly are you doing?" She said in a calm voice. This situation was worse for the demon then for her, even if he didn't realise that yet.

"I want to know where the Winchesters are" he said. Clea looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

"And why would you want to know that?"

Demon laughed

"I will kill you then I will kill Sam Winchester and then Lucifer will raise me into Slayer!" He said proudly

Now Clea was the one to smile

"Killing the Devil's doughter? Did you really think this through?" She said

"I mean I can't imagine how pleased he would be to hear I'm dead"

Demon laughed again. He really must be enjoying this Clea thought.

"If I tell him you died while fighting Sam Winchester he will reward me for getting a justice for your death"

Clea rolled her eyes. Like that's ever gonna happen. She was a bit tired of his shit so she decided to take the situation in her hands.

A few slices of the rope with knife from her sleeve and she'll... Wait. Where was the knife!

"Looking for this" demon was playing with her knife.

"You son of a bitch!" She spat at him. He laughed.

"You have quite a collection of sharp objects on you" he said

What did that mean? That's when she realised the knife behind her belt and the one in the boot were missing too. He took the Soul blade!

Now that changed the situation. On worse.

"So you realised you have no escape" he laughed.

"Don't be so sure about that" she threw angrily at him even though he was right. Her arms and legs were tied and so was her body and she was knife-less. That was bad. Very bad.

The demon leaned on the chair so their faces came very close.

"So, will you talk princess" he said smiling.

She spat in his face.

"Bitch!" He shouted when he moved away whiping his face with his hand.

She made him mad. That meant pain will come sooner or later. She took a few deep breaths before the demonsliced across her forearm with her knife. She stayed silent. No screams, no sight of pain.

She focused on the pain in her mind and then imagined how she was throwing it off. She got into a zen mode which she oftenly did during fights.

Pain ment nothing to her, if she only prepared for it.

Her lack of screams suprised the demon. He sliced again now her other forearm.

Nothing. She stayed silent.

Pain ment nothing to her.

His fist collided with her face.

There was no response for her, she only stared at his eyes.

Then she lowered her head and closed her eyes. He stabbed one knife in her thigh and left it there. Another cut across her stomach. Blood was all over her but she didn't move. She won't die today, she was waiting for the right moment. And then it came. A sound of a car engine. It was an old car, probably from 67. She smiled and looked up at the demon. Smile on her face confused him. She threw her head back and screamed.

The Winchesters parked their car infront of the hounted house.

"So thats it?" Dean asked when he came out of the car. "It doesn't look hounted"

Sam slammed the cars doors.

"The wife said she saw her grandfather killing her husband"

Dean shrugged his shoulders.

"Lets check..."

He was inturupted by a loud scream coming from the next door. Brothers looked at eachoter then they both ran towards the house.

They came into a small living room. There was a girl on the chair badly bleeding and a man standing beside her.

"He's a demon!" She screamed. Dean threw himself on the guy and stabbed him. There was a bit of orange light and then he died.

Sam was already at the girl's chair untying her. Although Clea didn't care much about the pain the blood loss was still big. She started to feel dizzy and it was harder and harder to keep her eyes open. She fought it but the loss of blood made her weak. When Sam untied her, her body fell down. Before she hit the ground she felt Sam catch her and press his hand over her stomach to reduce the bloodloss. Her vision was blurry but she saw how Sam took off his flannel and wrapped it around the wound. "You're gonna be alright" he said, his voice being far away. She felt how he picked her up and her head fell on his chest. Then everything went black.