"Dude, Just wake her up." Clara could hear Sam's voice over the car engine.
"Why me!?" Dean argued back. Clara could tell Sam gave Dean the puppy dog look because now, he turned off the engine and shook her. "Eh, Clara. Wake up. We're at the hotel."
"I think you'll have to carry her." Sam smirked. Of course, Clara was awake, but she thought that it would be nice to be carried by Dean Winchester. Yay. Okay try not to smile.
"Ugh!" Dean walked out the car and around to my seat. While Dean was away, Sam leaned in closer. "You owe me one." he said. Now, Clara let out a soft smile before Dean opened the door.
"Dude, she's heavy!" Dean complained. "Her diary is hurting me!"
"Or maybe you're just getting weaker."
That 5 seconds Dean was holder her was heaven, that was, until he plopped her down onto the bed, not so lightly.
"Hey!" she yelled, blowing her cover.
"You were awake?!" Dean shot a look at Clara, only making her and Sam laugh. "You knew about this!?" Dean gave up and just sat on the couch.
"I'll make up for it." Clara said. "I can show you ways that will help. Like seriously, life will be a million times easier, but a million times harder for you to stop laughing. Then, she took out her diary and a pen and started doodling. "Like maybe you can have a hula hoop filled with salt!" Clara sloppily drew it in her diary. "And the hula hoop can be made out of iron!"
"That sounds stupid." Dean said.
"Can be helpful."
"Are you seriously siding with her?" Sam and Dean were about to argue but were interrupted by a burst of bright light. They all shielded their eyes. Hey is it Cas? Wait, isn't it too early for that in this season?
In the middle of the room, was an iron hula hoop. Everyone was too stunned to speak. Well, except for Clara who still thought this was a dream.
Hey did I do that? I never could before... Clara jumped out of bed excitedly. "Dibs!"
"Sam. Can I speak to you... Outside?"
The two rushed out of the room to speak. "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know Dean, I don't know."
"Well shouldn't we just like kill her or leave her or something. I mean, if she's not a demon, then I don't know, she might be even more dangerous!?"
"Look, she hasn't tried to kill us yet. With those powers, she could've killed us easily. And she knows about us. We can't just let her wander around with that information in her head."
Dean struggled to accept that his brother was right. He looked through the window to see Clara still drawing something in her diary. And if what he read in her diary was true, maybe she was a normal human with three dogs, one cat, and four hamsters. "Fine. Let's just bring her to Bobby early in the morning then."
They slowly walked back into their room. But as they did, a fluffy bunny zipped past their feet and out the door.
"Castiel! Come back! Great. Now I have to draw a new pet Cas." The iron hula hoop was lying on Clara like a sash. "Look guys, I can label the drawings and it will turn out just as good." She showed them the drawing of two bunnies. One had 'stuffed animal times 3' pointing to one and 'real and very chubby and cute' pointing to the other. Sam looked to her bed and saw three pink toy bunnies sitting on it. "Look! One for each of us." she beamed, holding up the bunnies in her hand.