Clouds [ON HOLD]

|1| •Dean•

"Find anything?" The voice called from the back of the store.

Dean toyed a pack of beef jerky in his hands. It had long since expired, and it felt rock solid in his hands, even with the plastic casing. Sighing, he dropped it on the floor before continuing his rummage through the fridge.

"Nothing. You?" Unnecessary. If Claire had, by some miracle, found anything, she would have yelled it out. And if she had she wouldn't have asked him in the first place.

His hand caught on something sharp, and he yanked it back hurriedly. A few beads od the crimson liquid escaped from the small cut and dropped until the floor, making a small drop at the end. He stared at it for a few moments, before returning to his search of the fridge, albeit a but more carefully this time.

"Claire! I think I found something!"

The blond hunter slipped out from behind the bare shelves. "How? This place is completely empty. Someone must have been here before."

"Yeah, I know. But look in here. It's not food, but it looks important." He flung the objects in his way aside, ignoring Claire's cries of how they needed them. "Fuck!" He yelled as he pricked his finger again. "Somethign here is out to get me, I swear."

Claire paused from picking the abandoned objects to huff a small laugh. "Just find whatever it if that's in there already, we don't have all day."

Not necessarily true. Assuming everything went according to plan, and the others didnt need their help, they would have the whole if today and half of tomorrow. But then again, when did anything ever go their way?

Dean grunted a bit in effort as he forced the expired food products away, eyes widening in shock as the offending object finally came into view.

"Claire..." His voice broke off, a very un Dean-like thing to do.

Claire stood up and turned in his direction, carrying the edible things in her arms. She crouched down a bit to his level and dropped everything in her arms as her eyes widened with a gasp.

Dean couldnt beleive it. It was just too good to be true. He scrambled to shove the object in his pocket and just as he was about to yell at Claire to leave before any monsters got there, a growl sounded out from behind him.

He yelled just about every swear word known to man in his head about 3 times. Of fucking course they wouldn't get away that easily. How naïve of him to think they would get out of it this easily. Nothing just seemed to be going his way, did it?

A gunshot rang out from behind him, followed by a laugh that sounded like nails dragging on a chalkboard. He was up in a second, gun in hand, as he motioned at Claire to split up. She nodded in agreement and stalked off right while he went left.

The first demon was easy. One demon-killing bullet to the throat and it went out with a gurgling noise. The second was a but harder, sneaking up behind him. A hand on his shoulder, however, and he was sinking a knife hilt deep into its abdomen. His gun was in his hand again and he was shooting blindly at any shape that crawled out from behind the shelves.

Then the shelves collapsed behind him. He instinctively raised his arms to his head to protect himself as the weight of it sent him tumbling down. His head hit the floor, hard, and it wasnt long till he felt a warm liquid slowly trickling down.

He moved his hands in front of him to try to push himself up, ignoring the smtingling sensation in his temples. After minutes of trying, he managed to pull himself out of the damage.

He kneels on one leg, as the other hurt to bad to move immediately. He wiped the blood off his head as he leaned down to inspect the damage. Nothing much, a bruised knee at most.

A harsh scream sounded from behind him and he turned back, leveling his gun to the creatures head.

"Dean! It's me!" Claire yelled, hands raised in surrender.

"Is that everything?" He asked, eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, I think you got them all. With that crazy firing of yours, you'd think they'd done something to offen-" Her speech was cut of ass a dagger sunk into her thigh. She let out an inhuman shriek, falling unto one knee.

The second dagger implanted itself in her head, and the shifter's eyes rolled to the back of its head and it collapsed into the floor as Claire, the real Claire, walked over and pulled her bloody knife out of its head.

"Claire?" Dean asked, sceptical. She nodded and raised her hand slightly to show the demon-warding sign she'd had tattooed into it.

Dean got up, wiping his bloody knife on his jeans. He tucked his gun safely back into his pocket and strapped his knife back in. He turned round to leave when Claire stopped him.

"Wait!" She yelled. She ran out and returned seconds later with her arms stuffed with the 'edible' packaged food products. "Almost forgot these!"

Dean raised an eyebrow at her strang behaviours, but didnt think much of it. Kids were unpredictable anyway.

They packed into the impala and crossed the gas station off the map. Next stop...home. Then they would discuss plans before deciding their next plan of action.

As they were driving back, a sudden thought occurred and he patter his back pocket, relieved to find it still there. He turned his head back to the road, just in time to see another car swerving to the right to avoid collision.

His foot slammed down hard on the breaks, but it did little to slow the upcoming collision. In a desperate effort to avoid damage, Dean turned sharply to the right and off the road.

The hood of the car slammed into Baby's back, jerking the car forwards. Claire's head smashed into the headrest and she lay there, unmoving. Dean's eyes widened and he activated the airbag -sorry, Baby- and turned left.

The force sent him backwards, the whole inflating process happening in a matter of seconds. The airbag pressed tightly against his face, and Dean soon found himself struggling to push it down. He couldnt breath, and the world was starting to spin.

Then everything went black.

The roof of the unknown car ripped off and got flung to the side. A man, about 30 years old stepped over the wreckage and towards the Impala. He ripped the door of with seemingly no effort whatsoever and grabbed the arm of the first person. He hooked his arms under their elbows and pulled them out and to their car before stuffing them into the boot.

He got back into the car, revving the engine and stepped onto eh gas. The car gave a few noises of disagreement but sped off nonetheless.

Back in the Impala, Claire Novak began to stir.

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What do you think? Kidnapping too soon or what? Personally, I think that was very rushed. But I made it in 2 hours so I guess it should be.

Anyone liking the plot so far? I'd advise you to pay close attention to detail here, theres a bit of foreshadowing even in this chapter.

Also, Claire is my fav Wayward Sister. Fite me.