Wayward Siblings

2 and a Half Winchester's

Chapter Three written by AbbyStaffyIsGeek please like and share this, we need the exposure.

I'm not sure what I was expectantly looking out the window for whilst waiting for Sam and Dean to arrive, only that it probably had something to do with whoever they were bringing along. Dean's words at the end of our phone conversation still echoed ominously in my head, only amplified by my own curiosity and lack of activities to keep me occupied. In fact, whilst I scrolled aimlessly through my phone I couldn't help but let my mind wander- especially since Dean's tone had seemed particularly... Off.

"Claire?" Called Dean gruffly from his side of the door, I'd seen the Impala pull up and could already feel my fingers itching to drive it; with or without Dean's permission.

I let the men in, Dean first who had slight bags under his eyes (not uncommon for a busy hunter), then Sam who was wearing his signature plaid and gave me a warm but tired smile, he had just been stuck in a car with what seemed to be grumpy Dean for a while- anyone would be a tad lacking in the energy department. After the two of them walked in a kid I hadn't seen before, he stood taller than me with light brown hair and a slightly dazed but mostly curious expression as he looked around my crummy motel room with a childlike wonder, despite seeming only a little younger than me, that was diluted by the fact his demeanor made him look as though he was observing it through a window, like he wasn't quite here. In short, this guy radiated power like I'd never seen, not even Castiel. And yet I wasn't even remotely threatened- I actually felt pretty at ease in his presence.

"Sorry we're late, an ice-cream truck crashed on the outskirts of town so we had to go the long way." Explained Sam, watching Dean flop down onto the clearly unoccupied bed (I hadn't bothered to clean mine up just for their arrival, I'm sure by now they're used to messy motel rooms) as though he were right at home.

"Yeah, yeah, great. Ugh, who's the new guy?" I ask, turning everyone's attention to the young man currently stood in the middle of my moth eaten carpet and looking up at the dim light shining from the crappy bulb.

"Oh. I'm Jack." He said as if it was all the explanation needed before moving onto playing with the loose threads that hung out of the grey curtains with the fascination of an infant watching fireworks.

"Yes, this is Jack Kline... He's our... We took him in after his mom passed, she had some affiliations with hunting." Sam spoke the last part in a hushed tone, probably in an attempt to spare Jack hearing of his mother's death. However, at the mention Jack visibly stiffened, as did Dean, who was now sitting up. But for completely different reasons.

"Yeah. She was 'affiliated with hunting', slept with the fucking devil, Sammy! Stop treating him like a piece of glass when he's the freaking hell spawn for crying out loud, Satan's son! He's the reason his mom is dead, the reason our mom is dead, the reason Cas- the reason Cas is... He's a monster." Dean growled both loudly and angrily, though his voice did crack at Castiel's name, shifting the mood quickly and causing Jack to bow his head in shame, not even trying to defend himself. Well if he wouldn't...

"Back off, Dean, he's clearly not done any of those things, at least on purpose, if he's still going round with you. Has he ever even tried to hurt you and Sam? Now leave the kid alone, cos he'd just that: a kid." I argue, partially fuelled by anger at Dean's harsh words and also by the sadness that I shared with Dean at Cas' death. Though Dean's words did spark my curiosity.

After that there was a cold silence, Jack looked to me gratefully but also fearfully, he seemed to value Dean's opinion of him a lot which was both parts angering, since Dean was being an utter asshole at the moment, and depressing. Dean however still looked pissed but more quietly so, and from his expression I could tell he was thinking about my words, no doubt Sam had said the exact same ones to him at some point or another. But no matter how helpful it would be for him to at least tolerate Jack whilst we're hunting Lilith, his silence wasn't directly helping us find and capture her. Almost as if reading my mind (which I'm told he used to be able to do) Sam spoke up:

"Okay, so we know we're hunting a trickster and Dean told us you said her name was Lilith. To kill her we'll need a stake dipped in the blood of one of her victims, do you have that?" He asked, turning to me expectantly and breaking through the icy quiet.

"Well, I snatched some of the bloodied piano keys from her first victim's apartment while the police weren't looking. The police in this town actually think I'm a college student studying journalism and were surprisingly fine with me snooping around their crime scenes for my 'assignment'. And I'm guessing a stake won't be too hard to find." I reply, glad to be talking relatively normally, well, as normally as hunters ever do, after Dean's heated words.

"One thing I have been wondering, how did you find out her name was Lilith? I'm guessing she didn't call you up to tell you. Though with a trickster you never know" Said Dean, seeming genuinely interested even if his tone had a slight cold edge I was choosing to ignore for Jack's sake.

"Well not exactly but you're not far off. There were 12 piano keys lodged inside Barnes' body, she was the first victim by the way, every key had a letter on it, inscribed in the back. There were 4 'L's, 4 'I's, 2 'T's and 2 'H's which spells out Lilith twice. Also, the second attack was just a block away from a sweet shop called 'Lilly's Lollies'. And the soup kitchen where Reynolds was killed kept a list of who came, the latest person to come in before the victim died was called Lilith, and there was no listed last name." I explain, catching Jack's eye several times and sparking his interest after saying 'lolly'.

"What is a... 'lolly'? Is it some form of weapon?" He said, entirely serious and making my somewhat distant and chilly heart swell a little at how innocent he seemed.

Whilst I patiently explained to Jack what lollies, and several other types of sweets, were off in one corner of the room, Sam and Dean discussed our plan of attack- something I was glad to avoid the stress of coming up with. Then again, I was slightly annoyed they didn't ask for my input even though I was perfectly happy to talk with Jack. After finishing the plan Sam explained it to us, and gave Jack the rather pathetic job of getaway driver incase something went bad with Lilith, which he said was likely when tackling a trickster; they were very sly after all.

"But... I don't know how to drive." Mentioned Jack abruptly, part way through Sam's explanation that he and Dean were the decoy and I was to surprise Lilith from behind, he said it as if the realisation had taken a few minutes to strike him properly.

"Don't worry! I can teach you." I offer immediately, wanting a go in the Impala but mostly hoping to speak with Jack alone. He seemed nice and I wanted to get to know him... And I'd be lying if I said the entire 'Satan's son' thing hadn't captured my interest...