"Y/N, you go talk to her." Dean whispered, pushing you towards Claire's room. Digging your heels in, you glared back at him.

"Why me? She doesn't know me, she knows you, and she knows Sam!" You argued, as his hands kept their forceful push against your shoulders. 

"Because you're, well, you're a woman. And closer to her age." He argued, as if that made a huge difference. "Maybe she'll talk to you, open up to you. Claire and I haven't always seen eye to eye."

Sighing in defeat, you stopping fighting, making him almost fall on top of you. "Dean, I'm only like four years younger than you, still so much older than a teenager. But I will try. Maybe a fresh face will help."

"Thank you!" He breathed, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. 

With your hands in your pockets, you made your way to her door, having no idea what you were going to say to the poor girl. With trepidation, you knocked on her door, hearing a muffled enter. Pushing the door open, you stepped into what could still be considered a guest room. No personal items lined the wall, unless you counted her evidence wall off to the right. No pictures of musicians or actors, nothing that normally graced a teenagers room. "Hey Claire." You said softly, as she lay there, her laptop in front of her.

"Oh, hey Y/N." She said, her attention never leaving her laptop.

"So, about this hunt..." You started, not sure what you were going to say, but at the mention of the word hunt her gaze turned up, her attention fully on you.

"I know there's something happening around her." She said. "Are you going to help me with it?"

"Claire, can we please just talk." You begged, watching as the hope faded from her eyes and she sank back down on the bed. "Why are you so fixated on hunting, and not going to school? I know Jody's trying very hard to help you out."

"I don't want to go to school. I don't fit in there. I want to kill monsters." She argued, and you didn't blame her. 

"Claire, a hunting life isn't a good one..." You started to say but she interrupted you.

"Then why do you do it? I get Sam and Dean, it's all they've ever known. But you? You were born to this, you're just like me. If you do it, why can't I?" She asked you.

"Because you're young, and you have a choice. I didn't have a choice, not really. Maybe at first I did, but then things kept happening, and there is no way out of this life for me now except at the end of the gun or at some monster's hands. We care about you Claire, and we want you to make the right choice before it's too late for you." 

"I guess." She muttered, but you could easily see you hadn't made a difference at all. 

The next morning you found yourself dressed in your FBI threads as you made your way to Alex's school. There had been another death, and you were beginning to wonder if Claire was right and there was actually something going on in this town. Standing off to the side with Jody, you let Sam and Dean examine the body, which had been pulled down from the flag pole. 

"Damn it." Jody muttered. "I was hoping that Claire was just on a wild goose chase, but it looks like she might be right after all."

"She is a smart girl. A little rough around the edges but she has a good head on top of those shoulders." You told her.

"That's a nice way to put it." She agreed just as Claire came bounding through the crime scene tape, Alex and a boy not far behind her. 

"See!" She exclaimed. "I knew there was something else going on. And now you have these fake FBI men checking it out!"

"Claire, keep your voice down." Jody growled, grabbing Claire by the arm and pulling her away from the crime scene.

Alex came and stood next to you, the boy with his arm wrapped around her waist. Realizing he was the one that was hoping to get lucky this weekend you raised an eyebrow at him. "This is horrible." She whispered, leaning into the boys shoulder.

"You knew the victim?" You asked her, and she nodded.

"He was my math teacher. My favorite teacher." She replied, just as Sam and Dean joined you.

"Agents." You greeted them, watching as Alex's boyfriend gulped nervously. 

"Morning Alex. Who is this?" Dean asked, staring down the boyfriend.

"Alex, you know FBI agents?" He questioned her, and she nodded. 

"Yep. Jody's friends."

"We hold Alex in high regards. So if I ever hear of anyone, ever, hurting her, we will use all of our FBI skills to make sure they never see the light of day. Understood?" Dean growled, and you had to stiffle a laugh as the boys face paled considerably. 

"Understood." He gulped before Alex pulled him away.

"Nice one Dean. I didn't care for the boy either." You said as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder. 

Later that day, the three of you were still busy interviewing everyone at the high school. It was tedious work, and you wanted nothing more than to be done and back at Jody's relaxing with the promised meal of ribs. "Are we done yet?" You complained to Dean as Sam went on ahead.

"Almost." He answered. "But I thought you would like being back in high school. You were probably the popular girl that everyone loved."

"Far from it." You answered. "I worked hard trying to just make it through the four years. Staying in the shadows. Sure I had my group of friends, but popular? I was a far cry from that."

"I never knew if I would be popular or not. We were never in one place long enough for me to make many friends, or join any of those stupid clicks." He told you, and you squeezed his hand. As you followed Sam, Dean's phone rang, and letting go of your hand he answered it. "This is Agent... Jody, what's up?" He asked, stopping in the hallway.

You watched as his smile turned into a frown. "We're on our way."

"Someone took Claire. And while Jody was talking I think they took her too. All I could hear was screaming and yelling at the end." He told you, before racing to get Sam.