I tried to carry on

The patrols, the baker and the drink maker (approximately 2 months later)

 Claire had a complete mental breakdown. Daphne remained silent. Dean was in shock, staring at the ground, trying to process the scene that had just unfold. Sam was trying to communicate with Skylar, with no success. And I tried to calm down Claire. That was over two months ago and not much has changed. Claire's lost hope, sleeps eighteen hours a day, cries herself to sleep and doesn't eat much. Daphne has been isolated. Dean has been working on trying to find her. Sam is still trying to connect her, with no success. And I've been trying to help as much as possible. Kevin and Charlie have moved to New York and share an apartment, like a reverse Will and Grace. John and Rowena help a lot. John, Rowena, Sam, Dean and I sit at the table, trying to find Max. Dean slams a books he's reading and opens up his laptop. He types for awhile and sighs "I can't believe we didn't notice this." he hops up and runs to the storage room. He returns with a sharpie and a map of Maine. He dots several spots on the map and laughs, running back to the storage room to get another map, this time of Knox county. He dots several spots and finally tells us what's going on. "In times of distress, a witch can lash out. Knock out power, cause fires, etcetera. Anyway, Skylar's making us a map. She's caused twelve power outages, five collapsed buildings, seven building fires and four freak thunderstorms."

 "But a witch can't lash out that bad. It's more of flickering lights or a tree catching on fire." Rowena explains.

 Sam smiles "She has twice the power of that ring, plus, your power. If anyone could do that, I'd be her."

 I sigh "Maybe she's going through that much pain."

 Everyone goes quiet. Dean finally jumps up "I'll go get the girls, start packing babe, you too Sam."

 Claire is the first one done packing. She sits in the car, waiting. Once we're all in the car, with Daphne and Sam in the truck, behind us, Sam calls us "So where are we heading?"

 Dean grabs his map "Looks like North Haven, Maine." he answers, sweetly.

 "This'll be a long drive." Sam sighs "But it's worth it."

 "Yeah." Dean replies, hanging up.

 We sit in silence for awhile until I glance in the mirror at Claire. She's wiping away tears. "Hey girly, don't worry, she'll be fine."

 She gives a weak smile "I know she'll be fine." her lip starts quivering "I just keep thinking about that night." her voice weakens and she coughs "About how scared she must've been." She looks down "About how obedient she was to him."

 "She wasn't obedient, Claire." I say, softly.

 "Then why the hell did she stay silent and let him just do that?" she cries.

 "Claire, the man had a sword to your throat. She was silent, because he feeds off information. The more you tell him, the more ammunition he has. She stayed quiet, because she didn't want him to have ammunition, she didn't want him to make you watch that. That ring, has caused him to be sadistic. The only way Skylar will be free now, is to kill him." Dean says, harshly "She's already lost everything. She'll probably never be the same girl you met."

 Claire rests her head on the back of the front seat. I glare at Dean, he shrugs. Claire sighs "She's probably not even gonna want to see me."

 I tilt my head "What makes you say that?"

 "I got her in even deeper." she sighs "I could've been silent, but I just antagonised him."

 Dean sighs "Claire, Skylar is a big girl. She's been through much worse than a douche bag molesting her. She'll be fine. If anything gets to her, I'd be her thinking if we're coming to rescue her or not."