Hey guys! Sorry for such a long wait on an update but I've had a lot going on. I know I said that last time when I was in the middle of buying my house but it's true. My dog died, so that was really upsetting and it took me a while to get over it. I was also diagnosed with impaired hearing thanks to my chronic ear problems I've had since I was little and my insurance won't pay for the hearing aids I need. I haven't been in a big hurry for them since I can still technically hear but it has been frustrating. Anyway, you're not here to read about my problems. You're here for Clair and the boys, so without further adue...

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When Clair woke up it was cold. She could have sworn she was laying on ice. But, no, she wasn't. It only took her a moment to realize she was lying on a bed. One that was rather uncomfortable. When she opened her eyes she imediately recognized the room. It was the one James had taken her too. She sat up, all too sudden, terrified as she looked around for him. The last thing she remembered was him on top of her...

But she felt a hand on her arm, and turned to look with terrified eyes. Relief fell onto her as she recognized her brother.

"Sam." She breathed. He gave her a soft smile and suddenly the rest of the memory came flooding back to her. James was going to rape her. James was a demon. James was dead. She turned, looking for his body, but it was long gone.

"Why are we still here?" She asked, turning to look at her tallest brother.

"You passed out." Sam replied, concern dripping in his voice. Clair pursed her lips and looked away.

"Must have been from panic. Dean was going to beat me." She said matter of factly. She could practically hear Sam rolling his eyes. "Where is Dean, by the way?" She asked. She didn't see Cas or her brother anywhere.

"Outside." Sam replied curtly. Sam helped her up and Clair pulled the borrowed jacket tighter around her. Why was she so cold? Sam took her arm and helped her up. She followed her brother outside and found the other two men leaning against respective cars, chatting in quite voices.

"Look whose finally up." Dean scoffed, giving his sister an annoyed eye despite his relief.

"Are you still going to beat me?" Clair asked, her lip trembling.

"Im not going to beat you, Clair, I'm going to whip your ass. There's a difference."

Clair shrunk back, hiding behind Sam. Dean smirked and motioned for her to come over.

"But it can wait till we get home." He said, wrapping her in a hug.

"As if that makes me feel better!" She spat. She would have rather gotten it over with then and there but her brother obviously had other plans.

"Time to get you home." Dean whispered, breathing in the scent of his sister hair. It smelled like strawberries.

"We can't go home! I was following a case! Vampires!" Clair exclaimed, pushing back from her brothers embrace. She glared at him with pleading eyes, silently begging that they could stay on and finish her work. Dean ran his hand through his already tusseled hair and sighed.

"Fine. We'll get Cas to look into it." Dean replied, nodding toward his friend.

"I'd be happy too." Cas said, getting into the drivers seat of the car they had used to come to Clair's rescue. He turned it on and revved the engine, giving his friends a playful, out of character wink. "I'll go see what I can find out from the sherrif."

And like that Cas and the car were gone. Clair felt the dissapointment welling up inside her. She had barely any time to protest before it was all over with. It wasn't fair.

"I wanted to work the case." She whined, cupping her face in her hands and figthing back tears. She had worked so hard to get here. Or at least she felt she had. Sam wrapped an arm around her in an awkward half hug and chuckeld.

"You'll be okay. There will be other cases. We need to get you home, after all, you just went through a lot." Sam said, trying to soothe his sister. Clair thought back to the events that had transpired not too long ago and the fact that her upper half was clad in nothing but a bra underneath her brothers borrowed jacket.

"Fine." She huffed and followed them into the impala. She was really glad Dean didn't know that James had been driving. She knew that if he ever found out that her punishment would end up being sevenfold.

As they pulled out of the parking lot of the old motel Clairs stomach let out a long, loud, growl that echoed through the cab of the. Both bothers took a moment to steal a glance at her. Clair blushed as Dean cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

"Hungry?"

Clair smiled, grimly, and nodded her head. She wanted to lie and say no, but it wouldn't do any good. They had heard her stomach growling. She hadn't eaten in days. Despite the fact that James had been possesed, she hadn't know it then, and his words to floated around in mind coming to her at the worst of times.

"I guess we can stop at a Bigersons on the way home," Dean mused. Sam nodded and turned to give his little sister a smile.

"You'll love their milkshakes. They're not my kind of thing but Dean goes crazy for them."

Clair giggled, despite herself, and found herself looking forward to eating out with her brothers.

"They go great with pie." Dean said as if in awe. He kept his eyes on the road but for a brief moment it was as if he was lost in thoughts of nothing but pie.

"You're going to die from a heart attack before anything else can get you." Sam said in disgust. Dean just shrugged.

"At least I'll die happy, Sammy."

"Shoving your face full of processed food? Yeah, that sounds delightful."

Sam rolled his eyes and gave his sister a knowing look before turning his attention back to the road in front of them. The bantering continued, but Clair didn't contribute much. She was happy just listening to her brothers. Her stomach continued to loudly demand food and she cursed it each time. It only took about 30 minutes for them to find a Bigersons but it felt like a lifetime. As they parked and got out of the car Clair made sure the oversized jacket was zipped all the way and fitting as well as was possible. She didn't want to have any unfortunate wardobe malfunctions.

Inside it was warm, almost too warm, and Clair felt herself sweating. The heat didn't seem to affect either of her brothers, though. The air was heavy smelled like oil and onion rings. Clair could have sworn it was leaving her skin sticky as they made their way to the table the waitress had given them. It was a small booth off to the side and Clair found herself sitting beside Dean. He smelled good, kind of Like aftershave, and the mixture of her brothers scent mixing in with the smell of food made her stomach gurgle. She was starving and felt sick to her stomach all at the same time.

Clair ordered a burger, much like Dean, while Sam ordered something light and leafy. Clair wasn't entirely sure what it was but it made her think of something her mom would have eaten on one of her diets. It didn't take long for the food to arrive, and as they sat the plates down in front of them Clair felt her stomach want to heave.

The food looked devine and smelled even better but her stomach was trying to revolt. It didn't want to take in this heavy, greasy, monstrosity in front of her. But she had to force herself to eat it. She was with her brothers in a public restaraunt. They had both already started to devour their food so she couldn't put if off much longer. She slowly brought the burger up to her mouth and took a bite. The grease and flavor exploded into her mouth and she wanted to both gag and moan in delight. It tasted delightful but something about it wasn't sitting right in her mouth. It felt foreign. She downed the burger and fries in minutes, just like Dean, and found herself picking crumbs off of her brothers plate. They eyed her suspisicouly but said nothing.

Clair could have cursed herself. She didn't mean to eat the entire thing. She had only wanted to eat enough to make her brothers happy and keep the growling at bay. Before she had known what was happening she had cleaned her plate entirely. The food wasn't sitting well on her stomach. It was fighting to come back up but Clair was doing her best to force it to stay down. Every time she thought of calorie she had consumed her stomach rolled. Her throat felt thick and gross and coated in grease. She felt heavy.

'Maybe I should have eaten something a little lighter on the stomach' she thought to herself.

"You must have been starving. I've never seen you eat that muach!" Dean pointed out with a laugh. Clair gave him an embarresed smile but said nothing. The boys kept talking and visiting. They didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry and Clair was getting impatient. She wanted to get out of the restaraunt as soon as possible. Each breath made her feel more and more sick. The smells, the heavy air, it was all too much. She couldn't say anything to her brothers, though. They wouldn't understand and she didn't want to intterupt their conversation. She wasn't even paying attention to what they were saying but she knew that they had already been given their ticket. They were free to go whenever they wanted but still they stayed seated in the booth.

Clair began bouncing her leg involuntarily, impatient with the two men. She wanted to leave! No, she needed to leave! It was like she could feel the grease boiling in her stomach and she felt hot and weak and her entire body was shaking just ever so slightly. Then, she felt the grease moving upward..upward..upward still.

"Ughmm" she moaned, outloud, without even realizing as she threw her hand up over her mouth. She was going to hurl. Any minute now.

"Clair?" Both the men asked as their attention suddenly shot to their sister. But she was clutching her mouth shut with her hands and trying to climb over her brother and table as beset as she could. She was going to be sick and she didn't want to barf in front of all these people.

Dean pressed himself as far back into the booth as he could. It would have been hard for him to just sit up at this point with his sister crawling over him. He didn't understand why she didn't just ask for him to move, but here she was all up in his personal space. She somehow looked pale and flushed at the same time and Dean could make out the sheen of sweat on her brow. Before he could say a thing Clair was over him, standing in front of their booth, still cluthing onto her mouth for dear life. She looked around frantically, he presumed for the restrooms, but it didn't do any good. The second she tried to take a step away it came hurling out. It smelled rancing and Dean could see the grease separating from the rest of her bodily fluids that had came purging out.

Clair blushed, staring down at her mouth excrement. It was disgusting but she dared not look up. She didn't want to see her brothers faces or the faces of the other disgusted customers around her. She was frozen in place. Her breathing was heavy, almost like panting, and she still felt as if she was both freezing and burning up. Was she sick? Or did she just subconciously purge the disgusting food out of her system? She didn't know. Either was she was totally embarresed. She couldn't look up at the people surrounding her. She heard them mummering and gasping and gagging. She felt bad. She had tried to make it to the bathroom...

"Okay, thats enough!" She heard one of her brothers say. She could't tell which one. She wasn't paying enough attention. She felt a strong hand wrap itself around her upper arm and heave her up from her bent over position. She couldn't even see anymore. She was blocking it out but she was vaguely aware of faces staring at her as she was led away. Suddenly she was outside and being shoved into the back of the car.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Huh?" Clair asked, shaking her head, as she was finally brought out of her stupor.

"I said are you alright?" he asked.

Clair shrugged.

"I guess it just didn't sit well on my stomach." She replied.

"Uh huh." Dean mummored, pulling out of the parking lot.

Clair ignored her brothers eyes boring into her as they drove down the highway. She still felt weak and out of sorts but she felt better. She felt cleaner and more pure. Finally, her stomach was setteling.

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Two hours later and they were pulling up to the bunker. Clair was tired and just wanted to go to bed. She felt better but she still felt weak and she was tired of her brothers staring at her. She knew they were worried. They thought she was sick, but she wasn't really sure about that herself. Her stomach had started to growl again on the way home but this time it was quiter and easier to hide. She didn't want a repeat of what had happened earlier. She hoped that she could escape her brothers quickly and go to bed. Maybe tommorrow would be a better day. Though, truthfully, she wasn't even sure what time it was. Was it even an appropiate bed time? Did it even really matter when you led the kind of life they did?

As per her wish she was able to get away to her room before her brother began asking too many questions. Now she was in her space, safe and alone. She took out her journal and began writing about the days events. She had taken up journaling a while back after coming to live with her brothers. It had helped her sort out her feelings and sometimes it was good just to get things out of her system. She didn't have anybody she could talk too, really. She didn't have any friends since becoming a Winchester and maybe that was part of the reason she had latched onto James so fiercefully. But that had turned out awful. She felt so betrayed. The one person she thought understood her turned out to be a demon that had only wanted her for her blood and body.

"I guess men are the same no matter what species you are." She sighed, feeling dejected. She took off her brothers jacket, tossing it onto the floor, and stripped her bottom half. She stood there, in her underwear, staring at herself in her mirror. She pursed her lips as she turned around, trying to stare at her reflection from every angle. She took a piece of skin between her fingers, gently pinching it.

"Fat." She whimpered, clenching her fist. She had to do better. She sighed, plopping herself onto her bed. She laid their, in her undies, under the harsh flourescent light, staring up at the ceiling.

"I just want to be perfect in every way, and at every thing." She sighed.

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Sorry this chapter is kind of short. I'm already working on another one but I wanted to go ahead and get a fresh chapter out for you guys. As you can see, Clair is going through a lot! I'm trying to decide if I want to focus on Clair and her problems growing up or if I want to focus on solving cases and have that as back burner. It's always a tough decision for me.

I'm slowly working towards a climax with this story. I've been working on it since 2015 and its now 2019! But thats probably because sometimes their are, like, 6 months between updates! Totally my fault. But I always promised an update would come. But I'm not entirely ready to finish Clairs story thought! Should I create a sequel? Or make this a story with indefinite, perpetual, updates? Hmmmm. Decsions Decisions.