A few hours later they arrived back in Sioux Falls. Not one word had been spoken the whole drive to Bobby's. The only noise had been the roaring engine and Dean's Led Zeppelin tapes. She went to stand up out of the car but was overcome with pain. The strain she had used to keep from crying had taken a toll on her. Sam saw her struggle and ran to her side to help her up. They all headed inside except for Dean who mumbled something about "angel proofing the house".
"Clara I need to see exactly how badly you're hurt so stay here for a few minutes and then I'll let you get some sleep," Bobby said.
"Ok," she told him. They waited as Bobby got out a bottle of whiskey from one cabinet and a prescription bottle full of white pills from another.
"I think her shoulder is just dislocated but I couldn't tell on the spot. I didn't want to risk anything by putting it back if it was broken. And I'm positive a few of her ribs are fractured too," Sam explained.
"Well let's see." Bobby said putting his hand on Clara's shoulder and pressing in certain spots. Each time he did so caused immense pain.
"Definitely dislocated, not broken though," He answered which caused her to give a slight sigh of relief. She kept thinking what a pain in the ass she would end up being to them if she only had one useful arm for two months. Her relief was replaced by sudden fear though as she realized they would have to pop it back into place which would probably hurt more than when Crowley had thrown her into the wall in the first place.
"Sam," Bobby said, pointing to the kitchen.
Sam walked over and grabbed a towel from one of the drawers near the sink. He brought it back over to her.
"Bite down on this," he said placing the folded towel near her mouth. She took a deep breath and did as she was told. She closed her eyes, her body's strange attempt to protect her from the pain she was about to endure. Sam grabbed her other hand and she squeezed his hard as Bobby turned her arm outwards and then slammed it inward. She bit down on the towel as hard as she could and the rush of pressure to her head and chest almost caused her to faint. Bobby moved her arm in different directions. It surprisingly didn't hurt anymore.
"Feel better?" he asked.
She nodded, lifting her right arm and removing the towel from her mouth.
"Yeah, I can actually move it without feeling immense pain," she said. It was still sore, but she imagined her whole body would be sore for quite some time. She let go of Sam's hand and he massaged it. She could have laughed if it weren't for her chest.
"And about your rib cage, ain't nothing I can do for that. If they were anything but cracked you'd've fallen over dead by now. Fractures cause internal bleeding most of the time. I recommend using this," he said as he reached over and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels from the table next to him and handed it to her. "And these," he handed her the white pills.
She didn't even bother asking what they were. If they helped the pain go away she could not have cared less.
"Thanks, Bobby," She said meaningfully. Bobby took care of all of them in ways no one else could. He never had to be but he was always there even though they occasionally took him for granted.
He didn't say anything but walked outside to help Dean.
"Do you need help going upstairs?" Sam asked getting ready to go outside too.
"No, I'll be okay," she said, "Thanks though."
He smiled and nodded before heading out the door. As she climbed the stairs she kept seeing Cas's face when he had silently admitted to working with Crowley. Tears threatened to flood her eyes but the anger she felt was greater than the sorrow and kept them at bay. She got to her room which was Bobby's wife's old sewing room. Bobby had renovated it into a bedroom just for her a few months ago and she suddenly became overwhelmed with thankfulness. She was betrayed, hurt, and confused but she was alive and the ones she loved were alive as well. She emptied three of the pills into her hand and removed the lid from the whiskey.
"That's about as good as it gets right?" she said to herself almost in a sarcastic tone before washing the pills down her throat with the liquor. She marked the room with angel proofing symbols before heading to sleep. Though she didn't doubt the guys' proofing abilities at all, or think that Castiel would have the nerve to try to talk to her, she wasn't going to risk it.