Note: This is post Season 11, pre-season 12
Clarke was sat in a seat and her wrists were chained to the chair. Now the blindfold was off, and she was in a cold, dark room with strange markings on the walls. The only one she recognized was the pentagram. She'd run into a few Satanists more than once. "What the-? You guys are cultists! You're going to sacrifice me! Help!" She yelled, struggling in her bonds. "Oh, we're much worse than that, sweetheart." The short one smiled sweetly. "Dean." His partner said. "We just want to talk. About what happened back there."
"Well yeah, so do I. But not to you bozos."
"Sam, she's not going to talk unless she's encouraged." Dean fiddled with a knife in his hand. "She obviously didn't know what she was doing. Did you?" Sam turned to her. This one she liked a little more. "No." Clarke shook her head. "Do you recognize any of these symbols?"
"Uh-uh. Just the pentagram. But I'm not Satan, honest."
"Sure, doll." Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"What's your name?" Sam asked her, kneeling by her. For an odd reason, she wanted to say her name was Hevanna. But it wasn't. It was Clarke. She told him.
"Okay. Clarke. Do you know what that screaming was?"
"No."
After some expansion on the subject, she learned that it was a banshee who was screaming. Sam explained that they preyed on the vulnerable. "I know Cara's Dad died recently, but why did I hear the screams, too?" She inquires. "Has anything happened that you feel guilty about? Or have something bad happen in your childhood?"
Okay, no way she was telling him her secrets. "Yes. But I don't want to talk about it."
"We're trying to help you. Just give us one thing that happened."
Clarke decided to lie. "My grandmother caught pneumonia from me and died. I thought it was my fault for the longest time."
"Okay." Sam glanced at Dean, who shrugged. "Can't the banshee attack two people at once? How come I didn't see the woman?"
"I've never heard of it going after two vics at once. But there's always the possibility. And I'm not sure." He sighed, standing up. A phone suddenly chirped. "Cas? What's the news?" Dean turned around, leaving the room briefly before returning. "I think we got a bigger fish in our net than we realized." he said to Sam, who frowned. "What's that mean?"
"You know how Cas was tellin' us that there was a surge in holy energy? That's the surge." Dean pointed to Clarke. "She's a nephilim." A voice from behind the pair made them turn. "A what?" He gave the stranger, a short man in a trench coat a look. "A nephilim. The offspring of an angel and a human. By the looks of it, she's not a very powerful one. But she's still dangerous."
"So you're saying that an angel and a human decided to..." Dean made a gesture. "I'm not a child, you know!" Clarke called. She was sitting there the whole time, the words going right over her head. "I know what that means." The woman wanted to make a gesture herself, a much ruder one. "Good for you."
"Cas, what are we supposed to do? Kill her? I don't think she even knows what she is." Sam looked concerned. "Well, we have to. She's a danger to you, and everyone else on earth." Cas replied. "If we don't, my brothers will. And they've been scouring every known location she's been to. They're getting close." Clarke's scar tingled slightly. And suddenly, she realized one of the symbols on the wall did look familiar. It was the same as the strange scar on her chest. "Hate to interrupt, but what's that?" She asked, pointing to the sigil.
"That's an angel ward. It keeps them at bay for a short period of time." Cas explained. "Oh. Then why do I have it on my chest?"
"What? Let me see." Dean moved closer. "You lay a finger on me, I'll fuckin' rip your finger off and stuff it down your urethra, buddy." She snarled.
"I'd show you, but I'm restrained. Oh well. Looks like you're not gonna see me naked after all. Shame."
"Clarke, we're trying to help you," Sam said gently, clearly lying. "That's what the mark looks like. You don't need to see it. "
"Guys! Let me go!" She struggled in the bonds more. "Please, I need to get back to my place. My grandmother, Nella is home by herself and can't walk very well." That was one thing she hadn't lied about.
"Oh, well, we'll just let Lethal Weapon go home to take care of her grandma and walk away scott-free." Dean mocked. "Tough. You're going to be here a long time until we figure out what to do with you." Clarke sighed. "I was right about you two being psychopaths. Bonnie and Clyde." She spat blood onto the floor from biting her tongue. "What, are you two like husbands capturing every innocent girl and wanting to get into their pants?" "We're not married. We're brothers. And if you keep mouthing off like that, you're definitely not getting out of here."
"You say that as though she will be. She's not going to be released, is she?" Cas queried. "I don't know. Everyone just... shut up." Sam squeezed his eyes shut in concentration, and then opened them again. "Wait. If she wasn't raised by an angel, she doesn't know what she can do. Maybe we could teach her about them. And she won't use them for bad." "And she won't use them for bad. That's like every cliched movie I've ever seen. It's not gonna happen!" Dean commanded. "Should I just kill her and get it over with?" asked Cas.
"No. Not yet. We have to watch her, see what she does." Dean said, crossing his arms. "I would advise against that, Dean. She's already powerful now. If she's left to herself, who knows what could happen."
"She has a name, you know." Clarke snapped. "I'm an adult. I should be allowed to do whatever I want to."
"Right. And I should be allowed to watch porn in public. It ain't happening, princess." Dean shook his head. "Sam. You're the more reasonable one, talk to him. Or, Cas. I mean, you want to kill me, b-but you can at least give me a head start here. I'm begging you." Clarke would have been on her knees if she could. The angel just stared blankly at her as if she were stupid. "Dean, can we talk?" Sam gestured toward the doorway. "Stay. Stay." The older brother said like she was a dog. Then the door was shut, enveloping her in darkness. "Greaaat."
