For someone who knew his lay of the entire United States pretty well, Dean Winchester had a hard time finding the street where Claire was.. This was all feeling like some sort of a nightmare, the kind where he realized someone was gone and went running to find them only to turn up empty handed. Those sort of dreams had been happening a lot more as he built up the list of people he cared that much about. Maybe it was nerves, an overwhelming sense that things were not right, but he turned twice down the wrong 1 way street, and passed the turnoff for the sidestreet once before he saw the familiar brunette sitting on the sidewalk
“Thank GOD.” He groaned, pulling the car over, shoving the gears into park and all but flying out of the car. The closer he got the more he noticed details, like the unfamiliar slump of her back and the way her shoulders were trembling with sobs. “Claire?” The smartass remark he was about to make about her leaving vague text messages and sending him on wild goose chases died on his lips. Something was very, very wrong. He rested a hand on her shoulder, and walked around to face her. What he saw in her eyes, on her face, frightened him even more than her disappearance had. “Claire? What the hell happened to you?”