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Things had been quiet around the bunker lately. The boys had been researching a case on a Vamp nest just a few miles outside of Kansas when the Doctor had called. He explained the situation with his latest companion. Neither Winchester inquired about the Ponds, knowing what it meant when the Doctor were traveling with someone new. They simply agreed to help. When they'd first met The Doctor claimed to be a friend of their father and would occasionally assist on a tricky case, never once asking for anything in return. It was the least they could do.

It had been almost two days since the Doctor's call and they were starting to worry. Both boys kept busy in the library by furthering their research on the Vamp nest while the waited. Dean rested back, a beer in his hand while his boots sat on the desk as he flipped through a dusty old book. Meanwhile Sam scrolled through his computer for any recent reports on victims being drained of blood. He though his eyes were going to fall out for how long he'd been looking at the white screen and black text of the news reports. When he finally heard a light knock on the bunker door his head perked up like a prairie dog from behind the laptop screen. Almost simultaneously Dean looked to Sam, both knowing it had to have been the Doctor, come to deliver his new companion. Together both boys stood up, though Dean had a bit more of aggression in his features. "Dean..." Sam warned rolling his eyes. "You can't seriously still be pissed about the Impala."

"He turned Baby pink, Sam. Friggin' pink! I won't hurt the guy, but I've got a few words to say to him." Dean put his hands out defensively.

"You heard the Doctor, this companion's been through a lot. You don't want to make a bad impression like you did with the others do you?"

"Bah! Rory was a wuss." Dean brushed it off with a scoff and a swig of his beer. Sam sighed already frustrated with his older brother.

"Look, I'll get the door okay. Just...be civilized! Alright?" Sam's right hand waved hoping he'd gotten his point across.

"Alright! Geeze!" Dean barked back before mumbling something about seeing how Sam would like it if his hair was pink.

Ignoring his brother Sam walked to the heavy iron door before pulling it open with ease. "Hey Doc-huh?" Sam stopped himself short when he realized he wasn't staring the Doctor face to face but instead looked down to what appeared to be a rather small and quite scared looking brunette girl in a red dress with a plaid pattern and a blue backpack on her shoulders. "Oh?" His head tilted in surprise before offering a friendly smile. "You must be Clara, please come on in." The girl managed a polite grin before cautiously stepping inside as though something would jump out and grab her.

"Yes, thank you." Clara nodded. "The Doctor sends his regards but he...had other matters to attend to." She felt it best to leave out how he was too chicken to show up after something as silly as turning a car pink.

Sam chuckled. "He was too afraid Dean would shoot him wasn't he?"

"Yeah." She nodded giving in and actually producing a genuine this time.

"Well hear let me give you the tour." he offered leading her down the stairs and deeper into the bunker. "It might look big and scary but this bunker is as safe as it gets. And uh, we've got TV, and um..ping pong, and books to read." Sam stumbled over his words a little growing nervous. He was never good at talking to people especially girls. It was obvious how nervous she was and he was sure having someone twice as large as her showing her rooms full of guns and katanas wasn't helping. Just then he heard the all too familar foot steps of Dean's boots behind them.

"Where you at you Limey son-ofa- bitch?" There was a playfulness in his tone, but it was clear Dean had a score to settle. Clara and Sam turned to see him coming from the library with what appeared to be a paint ball gun full of pink paint. "You and I got - oh." Dean stopped suddenly upon noticing Clara, quickly hiding the bun behind him.

"Really?" Sam sighed in a tone only a brother could have. "Where did you even- no never mind." He shook his head. "The Doctor isn't here."

"Chicken." Dean said quickly over Sam speaking who pursed his lips in annoyance knowing this wasn't a great introduction.

"This is Clara. Clara this is my brother-" Sam motioned but Dean was already stepping forward with his most flirtatious grin, hand ready to shake. "Why do I even bother?" He groaned under his breath before stepping back so Dean could have his moment.

"Hey I'm Dean, the good looking one. Nice to meet you." Dean gave her hand a strong shake. Clara saw what the Doctor warned her about.

"Ah, yes I've heard about you." She nodded letting go of his hand as soon as possible. It nearly engulfed hers in size and he shook a little too hard for her liking. "You're the younger brother I take it?" She noted not thinking much of it. Dean's expression fell and his jaw moved to the side displeased with the snickering Sam behind her.

"Uh, no." Sam tried to hold back his laughter. "Dean's the older one. I just ate more vegetables growing up I guess." He bit his lip to keep his smile from growing when he saw the snarky glare from Dean when Clara turned. She still easily stood nearly a foot shorter than Dean, but he hated it when people mixed that fact up.

"Blimey, what's in the water here?" Clara joked stepping past them as she curiously explored the library. When her back was turned Dean silently mocked her, exaggerating his features and moving his hands in a girly fashion. The action resulted in a quick smack up the side of his head by Sam as he mouthed the words 'Knock it off!' sometimes he wondered who the elder was in these situations. "Are all these books about aliens and monsters?" Clara asked turning just in time to stop an inevitable brotherly slap fight. They quickly straightened up acting casual.

"Uhh-no." Dean cleared his throat giving a grin. "No, the Doc's the one who deals with the aliens. These books are full of things on Vampires, Werewolves, Fairies. Heck I think we even have a book on the Chupakabra." He laughed but the more he spoke the wider Clara's eyes grew. Sam gave him a look as if to say 'Dude you are freaking her out!"

"Right..." Clara nodded politely before looking to row after row of books. "I'm really gonna 'ave ta broaden my view on fact and fiction." she swallowed the lump of fear in her throat, smiling simply to keep from letting out the urge to scream.

The boys proceeded to show her the rest of the bunker from the kitchen, to the study and so on

room before leading her to her room. Sam made a point to avoid the dungeon, not thinking she was ready for that yet. He remembered Kevin and Charlie's reactions, and knew it was just too much for one day. "The Shower is down the hall, and don't worry this place was built to hold dozens so you don't have to worry about hot water or privacy space." Sam assured.

"And Sammy and I will be sleeping just down the hall if you need anything, but trust me." Dean knocked on the brick wall beside him. "Fort Knox ain't got nothin' on the bunker. It's demon proof, monster proof, bullet proof. The works!"

Clara resisted the urge to leave out the double negative in his statement, not thinking this time time to correct his grammar when they were doing so much for her already. "Thank you." she simply said resting her bag on the bed in the center of her new room. "You've both been too kind to me. I can't thank you enough. Hopefully this won't be permanent but I appreciate you letting me stay with you." A soft yawn escaped her lips giving her cause to politely put a hand over her mouth as she did so.

Sam nudged Dean. "We'll let you get some rest. I'm sure you've had a long day." He offered. Clara nodded before retreating into her room. The moment the door closed her facade fell and the dull dead look in her eyes returned. Clara was good at polite but behind closed doors there was no point keeping the act up. Numbly she unzipped the bag and dug around inside until her arm was nearly swallowed by the bag. Normally this would have amazed her but she hadn't the energy. Clara produced two pillows tossing the thin flat ones already on the bed to the corner for the time being as well as the blankets. The Doctor really had gone all out for her though she wasn't sure when he had the time. The large blue comforter had the scent of lilac and lavender which soon filled the room reminding her of the room she had aboard the TARDIS. Pulling out a pair of pajamas she got changed tossing her dress back in the void of the bag. Curiously she dug around feeling what appeared to be pockets separating items of clothes, shoes, hats, scarves. The bag went on forever. Finally her hand stopped on something fluffy and familiar. Pulling her hand out a soft pink rabbit came with it. One of the eyes was missing as well as a few patches of fluff. It was a gift from her father. She'd left it aboard the ship on nights when she'd get home sick. The Doctor must have packed it for her. Tears streamed down her cheeks until she couldn't see. Clara pressed one of the over stuffed pillows into her face to muffle the sounds of her sobbing, not even bothering to shut off the light as she laid down, still crying into her pillow. She continued on like that until finally she fell asleep.