My Last Breath (On Hold)

Wendigo (Part 2)

Claire walked a little ahead of the group, looking for the camp site. She ignored Dean and Roy's pointless ramble. She stepped over a bear trap and continued walking ahead. 'I should probably tell them about that.' She turned around, and saw that Roy had already stopped Dean from walking into it.

"Whatcha doin', Roy?" Dean asked.

Roy used a stick to poke the bear trap. "You better watch where you're stepping, Ranger."

"It's a bear trap." Dean said, then looked up at Claire, "Did you just like, float over that?"

"Unlike you, I was watching where I was going, thank you very much." Claire grinned at him, before turning and continuing on her path.

"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers." Haley said, grabbing Dean's arm, "So who the hell are you?"

Ben walked past Haley, and a now stopped Claire. Claire and Sam both looked at Dean. Dean gave Sam a look that indicated to him to keep going, which he did. Claire followed Sam.

"Hey, Sam." Claire started, looking up from the ground, briefly, up to Sam's considerbly larger figure.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for earlier. I don't exactly know why, but I feel it's nessicary. I know what it's like to lose someone and want vengeance on the person who took the person away from you. And when that happened to me, I didn't care much for anyone else." She said, now walking beside him, keeping her eyes on the ground, watching for tree branches. Or snakes.

"It's fine." Sam simply dismissed, though he was curious as to whom she lost. He looked over at her. "If you don't mind me asking, who'd you lose?"

"My boyfriend. He was shot in the head." She stated, looking at him and meeting his gaze.

"How'd you find out?"

"Well, since I was sitting next to him..." she trailed, breathing out a chuckle, to lighten...everything, a bit.

"Well, uh, that had to be traumatizing."

"Eh, just a little."

Sam smiled. "I'm curious about you, Claire."

"Are you now? Well, I would consider now the right time to learn about me, since all we're doing is walking looking for a campsite. That we're most likely nowhere near. So, ask away, young Winchester."

"Well, uh. How old are you?" He asked, hoping this question would break the ice. Though, he was pretty sure the question about her boyfriend did the trick.

"22. My birthday was on July 5th."

"Cool. Happy very belated birthday."

"Dweeb." Claire grinned up at Sam, shaking her head.

"What's your last name?" He asked, wondering if it was something cool, or if Claire was her pornstar name, and she had some pornstar last name, and that's why Dean kept her around.

"Leighton." She responded. "It's my real name. Not a stipper name or anything."

"Where are you from?"

"Belfast, Maine."

"How'd you meet Dean and my dad?" He asked.

That made Claire freeze. She didn't want to tell Sam how they really met, because they were slowly developing a friendship and didn't want to draw him away with her craziness. Well, she wasn't really crazy, but..."I ran into them at a resturant, Dean took me back to their motel room, and when I saw he had odd knives and guns and silver bullets laying around, he sorta had to explain things to me. And I believed him because I had seen quite a few crazy things. They decided I might be useful because I'm a tiny little being." She lied.