• It had been a lot easier than expected to kidnap the Winchesters.

    Claire hadn’t really considered it a kidnap at first; they were just a way to get to lure in Castiel, but now, holding them at gunpoint in front of him, she realized there wasn’t really any other word for it.

    She had started by calling Sam, pretending to be on the verge of tears fighting a fake nest of vampires, and of course Sam being the guy he is, had rushed over. Claire greeted him with a smile and a gun.

    After that, Ben and Jesse had stopped helping, saying things about getting in too deep and that the Winchesters held grudges. It had taken Claire FOREVER to convince Ben to trick Sam, but there was no way he would do anything to Dean. They had probably assumed she had just wanted to talk Castiel. They didn’t understand she meant business. They didn’t understand how he had ruined her life, how he had made her mom go to the drink and then eventually hang herself in the garage the day before Claire’s sixteenth birthday. They never understood.

    Of course, Dean came running over when Sam called. Claire was surprised. These were the famous Winchesters, who had saved the world multiple times, and now they were getting tricked by a seventeen-year old? It was ridiculous.

    She explained to them very carefully, that they were to pray to Castiel, and that they shouldn’t try anything funny, because if they did, she would call some friends and Bobby Singer would end up with a hole in his back. Which was a total lie. Claire would never do anything to Bobby. He had saved her life more than once, and Claire would never kill him. Or any human. Angels, on the other hand…

    Castiel fluttered down in a matter of minutes, and his eyes quickly flickered from the Winchesters to the gun in Claire’s hand.

    The sight of Castiel made Claire’s chest ache. He looked so much like Jimmy that Claire wanted so bad to believe it, and then the image of her mother’s swinging feet popped in to her head, and Claire tightened her grip on the gun.

    “Castiel. It’s been a while. Four, five years, right?” She studied his face for fear, regret, anger. Claire saw nothing. Typical for an angel.

    His voice was deeper, rougher, than Jimmy’s

    “Hello, Claire. Yes, it’s been a while. I’m sorry about what happened to your mother.” His eyebrows raised in an effort to look sorry.

    “Shutup.” Claire snarled, and she grabbed Dean’s forearm and jammed the gun into his ribs. Castiel lunged toward her before he saw the glint of the oil on the concrete and the lighter hidden in Claire’s hand, and he was quickly enclosed by a circle of fire.

    Sam and Dean let out a disappointed sigh, and Claire shoved Dean away. Dean hit Sam, who almost toppled over.

    “You are a crazy b***h, you know that?” Dean said to Claire as he massaged his arm. Sam shot him a look then turned towards Claire.

    “You don’t have to do this. What happened to your mom was wrong, and sad, but there are better ways to deal.” Sam looked sad and sorry, maybe even understanding, but Claire knew better.

    “You are all people should be talking, Sam. Both your girlfriend and your mom were killed, and you wanted revenge. You got it. Why can’t I have that?” She glared at him, and his face suddenly got angry, but he stopped talking and looked away.

    She motioned towards the door with her gun, and after a nod from Castiel, the boys sullenly left.