I started writing this on August 4th, 2023. It is now October 3rd, 12:31 am EDT. This is why I don't post very often :(

BUT I do have a lot of stories planed out (they just actually need to be written and time is a finicky thing).

Enjoy!

"Fuck off Dean, I don't want your help," Claire growled. Sam stood slightly behind Dean and shot her his patented puppy dog eyes that practically begged her to drop the conversation. Sam's sad eyes didn't win him any of her pity and only served to piss her off more.

"Damn it Sam, quit that! It makes you look like a pathetic little bitch! And I don't need or want help from either of you!" With a dramatic spin Claire hitched up her duffel bag and stomped away from the brothers and towards the bunker garage. Sam made a small noise of distress and Dean's face was flushed with anger.

She had brought the hunt to them in the hopes that they would allow her to go by herself or with one of them as backup. Instead Dean tried to take the hunt for him and Sam and planned on leaving Claire in the bunker with Castiel, who she disliked being around alone due to the fact that he still looked eerily similar to his original vessel (not to mention the angel was the reason her dad was dead in the first place), despite it being destroyed and remade several times. Claire tried to argue that since she was the one that found the hunt, she should be the one to lead and choose if she wanted backup - because dammit all, she was an adult.

They might have told her not to leave, but they didn't try to stop her as she left.

Claire realized now that she was an idiot. She fucking knew she should've taken Sam and Dean's offer to drive with her for backup, but nooooo, she had to be a fucking idiot and try to prove herself. She wasn't even sure what she was trying to prove. Or to who she was trying to impress with whatever the fuck it was that she was trying to prove. She should've just taken the damn backup.

But instead of accepting the offered help, she had yelled at both of the men who were just trying to protect her and stormed away from the Bunker without saying goodbye. And then Sam and Dean had followed to help her anyway, so it had been pointless to try and stop them by trying to insult the brothers. And because Claire hadn't accepted Sam and Dean's backup, she was now faced with four Winchesters; two Sams and two Deans. One pair were her friends and pseudo father figures while the other two were the shapeshifters she had set out to hunt.

Luckily she had an idea. Granted, it might not be one hundred percent foolproof, but it should work out well enough. And it was easy enough to set in motion without anyone noticing. All Claire had to do was ask.

She lowered the pistol she had in her hands to the ground and turned to look both Deans in the eye. All she had to do was ask. Claire took a deep breath and set her plans into motion.

"Dean, who is the one person you would do absolutely anything for? The one person you would give everything to save? The one person you would forgive every single time? Who is the one person you could never live without?" Claire would be a liar if she said that she wasn't nervous to receive a response.

"Sam." His answer was self assured. A smug smirk contorted his features and his usually bright green eyes were cold and calculating.

"Wrong answer."

BANG! The Dean that had answered fell first after a well placed shot in the forehead with a silver bullet.

BANG! The Sam that had stood closest to Dean's döppleganger fell moments later, dispatched by a shot through the heart.

"Well?" she prompted, gesturing for him to continue with her gun.

The Dean that was still standing stared at Claire as though she was thirteen eggs short of a dozen. Who knows, maybe she was.

"Don't think I won't shoot you too asshole." She was starting to get annoyed by the brothers. Mostly Dean though. She knew he was emotionally constipated, but God damn, she didn't realize it was this bad.

Dean suddenly flushed and dropped his head to mutter at the ground.

"I don't think the ground cares Dean. I, on the other hand, very much would like to hear what you have to say."

Oh man, if looks could kill Claire would have dropped on the spot from Dean's glare. Dean then shot a guilty look at Sam and looked back to Claire with a look that could have scared the devil. And if anyone would know, it would be the Winchester brothers.

"Well? We're waiting, Dean."

Dean took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing.

"Cas."

"There you go!" Claire gave him a sarcastic round of applause. "Now, was it really that hard to admit your feelings?" Claire knew she was pushing her luck by continuing her sarcastic comments, but she really couldn't help herself, even if Dean did have a gun on his hip.

"What the hell Claire?!" Sam was pissed. "You could have killed us!"

"Don't worry," Claire assured the still standing brothers with a cheeky grin. "I made sure they were shifters before I shot them. Plus they weren't wearing any clothes you owned."

"Then why the ever-loving fuck would you test us with questions instead of just fucking killing them!" Dean blew up. He was pissed too - more so than Claire had ever seen him before. But that didn't stop her from being smug.

"How else were you supposed to get your lovesick head outta your ass?" Dean definitely did not think Claire was funny. He turned violently on his heel and thundered towards the Impala - climbing inside he slammed the door and threw her into gear. Before either Claire or Sam could utter a word Dean was gone, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust.

Sam turned to face her. "Did you really just get him to admit his feelings for Cas?" Sam was wide eyed and incredulous. "And all it took was for you to threaten to shoot him? I should have tried that years ago! It would have saved on my therapy bill if I didn't have to watch them blatantly eye fuck while forgetting I was in the room."

Claire rolled her eyes. "It wouldn't have worked if you threatened to shoot him. Both of you are too codependent on the other for the threat to actually work." Claire's self satisfied smirk was evident and reminded Sam of the problem at hand.

"Back to that -" Sam was still wild eyed, but now he seemed panicked more than anything. "What the fuck is wrong with you! What if you killed the actual Dean and I?"

"Y'know, this handy thing called a phone has a camera in it." Claire swears she's going to die of an aneurysm before she ever gets back to the bunker. "Like usual, you and Dean forget that easier ways of detecting monsters exist. You don't always have to be in close quarters or wait for the monster to attack before you suss them out." Despite the brothers' experience they're dumber than a box of rocks.

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'." She rolled her eyes once again. "I guess I'm driving, seeing as your brother left you behind?"

"Guess so," Sam replied with a snort. "Let's get home before Dean does something stupid."

I do have some longer stories planned out that are going to end up being multiple chapters, but free time is a scarcity around my place. If you enjoyed this story please consider checking out my other works!

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