Don't know if I should write another chapter please tell me!
Fire blazes in every direction, acting as an endless wall trapping me in the center of the flames. I try to scream out into the empty void, but nothing comes out, no matter how hard I try. A distant laughter echoed slowly, growing louder with each passing second. The voice seems familiar, the same one from the field, bringing terror once again.
"Claire wake up" I jerk up to see Sams worried face looking back at me. I smile trying to hide my fright, but the fear will not leave me. I look out side the window to see a small town passing by. The sun has already set and the night sky twinkles clearly.
"What time is it?" I ask drowsily trying to act nonchalant.
"10:34" Sam replys still keeping a sharp eye on me " We didn't want to wake you, it looked like you needed the rest"
"Is that code for I look like shit?" I laugh half heartedly."
"It's code for you don't even remember the last time you took a shower," Dean teases, "don't worry we're pulling over at this motel you can wash up there." Dean turns the black car into the poorly lit parking lot of the Red Rose Motel and parks right in front of the office. The lot is dark with only the small amount of light from the office window and flickering sign to allow visibility. I slide out of the impala and look around. Empty, no cars no people just the humming of the neon sign that says open on the office door. Ok? Wierd. The ringing of Deans phone breaks the stillness.
"Oh, hey Cas, we're at the Red Rose Motel right of State Road 87, but….ugh you son of bitch" Dean says angrily putting the phone back in his jeans cleary getting hung up on.
" Hello, Dean," a voice welcomes from behind me. I whip around startled by the intruder,
"Claire?" the stranger asks, confused. Looking him up and down I find him to be an average height with ruffled black hair and penetrating blue eyes. The stranger has a suit on with a blue tie, that appears to be on backwards, and to top it all off he wears a long tan trench coat.
" Sorry do I know you?"
" Claire, this is Cas. Cas this is-"
"I know who she is" Cas says clearly taking Dean of guard by his sharp tone." and why are your here?". The harmless blue eyes freeze over like ice. A mixture of anger and sadness in his voice making me anxious.
" Wait you know her?" Dean asks without emotion the little trust he had with me vanishes making me feel like a puppy left in the cold. His fingers brush the knife in his jean pocket ready to attack if I suddenly become a threat. I look to the trench coated man as he nods to say yes feeling like I should remember him.
" Well who is she?" Sams voice asked calmly putting me at ease. The hunter seems less likely to turn on me. Cas squinted trying to decide what to say,but ended up staying silent. Dean rolled his eyes clearly use to the strangers nonsense.
" Well is she good or bad?" Dean questions with a tinge of annoyance in his voice talking as if i am not right in front of him.
" Bad" Cas says simply. Dean pulls the dagger out without hesitation. His eyes change to a deathly stare. Realizing I'm unarmed makes me feel vulnerable
"Dean, calm down" Sam says sternly looking at me kindly. Dean lowers his weapon,but is still on guard waiting for me to make one wrong move. " What do you mean she's bad?"
" Claire is a Argent"
"A what?" I blurt not even thinking. The trench coat wearing stranger looks at me confused clearly not aware that I have no clue what he is talking about.
" Cas, Claire lost her memory" Sam calmly explains making Cas squint at me for a few minutes. As he stares he begins to inch closer to me soon towering over me like a hawk watching its prey. His blue eyes look directly into mine trying to asses my thoughts.
"Uh there is something called personal space, especially for someone who told me I am a threat" I hesitate taking a step back from the stranger. The man seems hurt by my gesture.
" You don't remember me"
"Am I suppose to" I try to think of if I have seen this man,but once again all I can find is a massive feels like a knife is impaled in my head I clench my forehead closeing my eyes trying to stop the pain. The hunter step forward the threat in their voice seems to melt in to worry.
"Are you okey?" I nod leaning against the hood of the impala to steady myself as the pain subsides.
"How long have you been having those?" Cas asks his tone serious.
"Uh I don't know since I can remember" I laugh " Which is like 5 hours". He nods as if understanding which is more than I can say about myself. Without speaking Cas reaches for ,my face. I duck from under his reach.
"Sorry dude that's creepy" I remark pointing to his open hand.
"Cas is an angel" trying to justify the creepy guys action.
" Oh he's an angel, that's great a angel knows more about me then me an angel is still reaching for my head" I slap Cas's arm down angrily.
"If anyone can help its Castiel" Dean insists. I nod letting Cas touch my forehead. confused face makes me unsure.
"Hey, angel are you gonna do something or just keep touching my face"
"It's locked" the angel says puzzled putting his hand off my head.
" You mean like the box is locked it needs a key?" Dean asks. Cas nods solemnly.
"Someone took Claire's memory, but why?"