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After hours and hours of driving, Mara Winchester finally arrived at Stanford University. It was late, much later than she'd expected, and it had been hard for the huntress to stay awake, but knowing her brother Sam was close eased some of the anxiety of the past week.

Dean had been gone for about five days, and their father John had originally been with him. That was the only reason Mara had agreed to stay behind on that particular hunt. But now, dad had left Dean to go off and do something, and the youngest Winchester hadn't heard from either of the eldest men since. She'd done enough waiting, and was frankly tired of it. She couldn't just sit back when she knew Dean was probably in danger, and Sam was the only one she could turn to now.

Unknown to John or Dean, Mara and Sam had actually kept some contact after he'd gone away to collage. They'd exchanged letters, and had the occasional phone call when she was able to slip away. Bringing Sam back into the life he'd finally gotten away from was the absolute last thing she wanted to do, but she couldn't track down Dean alone.

Taking a deep breath, she finally got out of the 67' Chevy, which Dean had been forced to leave behind, and stared up at the apartment building. She hadn't even bothered looking at the clock since it passed midnight, and she still wasn't sure how she was even going to get to her brother, seeing as how she didn't have a key. She wouldn't just bust in, as her eldest brother most likely would have. She knew there was a possibility Sam would have a girlfriend living with him, and that would scare the poor girl half to death. In the end, she just decided to pull out her phone and try calling Sam. She still had his number, and assuming it hadn't changed, she could only hope he'd pick up. She took another deep, slightly shaking breath as she lifted the mobile to her ear.

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It had taken Claire a while, and a lot of dead demons along the way, but she managed to find where the Winchesters were staying at the moment. It was a seedy little motel but she hadn't expected anything extravagant. Swallowing nervously, she knocked on the door, sure that one of them had to be there since the Impala was parked out front. It seemed like they never left that thing anywhere. Waiting for someone to open the door, she walked over to try to peek into the window. But the blinds were down and the curtains drawn. She walked back over to the door and when it opened, she offered a small wave. "Sam Winchester? I'm not sure if you remember be. I'm Claire Novak."