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Chapter 31: The Blood On His Hands

Dean's face seemed relieved as you finished explaining the experience you'd witnessed.

The bartender had come around again and Sam ordered everyone another drink. The plan was to wait another hour before going to visit Claire at Randy's house. One last check in before you all agreed to leave her alone. That was the most you could do unless she agreed to let you help her.

When the time came to leave the bar, Cass went ahead to pay the waitress and Sam had gone to take a leak, leaving you and Dean to head back to the car first. As you stepped out into the street, Dean placed his arm around your shoulders and spoke softly. "I'm sure they'd be proud of you."

"What?" You asked confused.

He chuckled at you. "Your parents. Your mom and dad. You've been doing your best, ever since you got here... And you were awesome today. They'd be proud of you."

When Sam and Dean first decided it was time to train you in self defence, it was purely for what the name suggested. Self. Defence. Nothing more.

When you began hunting on accident with them, you were made to promise, countless times now, that you would always listen to their instructions. No. Matter. What. If either brother told you to back off, stay put, stand down, even move one centimetre more to the left, you did it. No. Questions. Asked.

And when you arrived at Randy's house for one more check in on Claire, you regrettably did as you were told. Going back to the car, after discovering that Randy, had been tied up by three unknown men, with Claire nowhere in sight.

Dean, Sam and Cass, had gone in guns blazing, ten minutes ago and counting and it was excruciating to wait. What made it worse, was hearing the blood curdling scram of a young girl, coming from the house.

Screw promises you thought. What if one of those idiots is the reason for the noise coming from Claire's lungs. What if Dean has done something dumb and threatened the poor girl like he'd done months ago to you when he was a demon.

No. He wouldn't. Couldn't.

Dean was back to normal again.

He was kind. Caring. Moody lately...

Your mind pulled you back to earlier that evening as you had stepped out of the car to go and confront Claire in the convenience store. When Dean had stopped you to check your gun and then ordered you to keep it under your jacket. All so you could deal with the teenage girl.

Further back. Two months before, the oldest Winchester had told a US Marine to shoot him if it made him feel better. Like you were now, on that occasion in Missouri, you had been told to wait at the car while he chased after Rowena. Learning after the fact, on the drive home to the bunker, by Sam, and not the man himself, that Cole Trenton was the reason the witch had gotten away.

"Fuck this." You whispered to no one but yourself as you stepped out of the car and headed towards the house. Consequences to your actions could be dealt with later. You just had to know that Claire was okay. That Dean was...

Stupid brain. Always overthinking things.

As you stepped up onto the path that would lead you to the house, you were relieved to hear Dean's voice. "Get her out of here!" Followed by Sam more quietly stating "Yeah. Go."

You were mortified however when Castiel with Claire, followed by Sam, emerged from the front door of the house. Thus catching you in the act of disobeying the instructions to stay put. And as the three of them continued on their path to the car, the younger Winchester grabbed you by the arm and forcefully brought you with him.