"Time's up," Bobby announced through the house as he walked out the front door. Clara slid on the old army bag she had filled to the brim with holy water, salt, and other weapons and headed out of the panic room.

"Yeah, just a second," Dean yelled back. She looked and saw him take the piece of paper Balthazar had given them and place it next to Sam along with a gun. He said something to him but at a low whisper so she couldn't tell what it was. He turned and grabbed his bag off the desk.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay and keep an eye on him?" he asked her.

"I think he would want me to help you more," she replied and motioned her head towards the door.

Outside Bobby was standing next to the Impala waiting for them.

"I'm thinkin' we take two cars this time. There's no time for problems if we want to stop this thing. Dean and I will take the Impala and Clara you can follow with the Chevelle," Bobby told them.

She could tell that Dean didn't like Bobby's plan and she had a singe of doubt about it as well. There was no time for argument though. Bobby threw her the keys and looked her straight in the eyes.

"If we get there and anything happens, you leave as fast as you can. No ifs, ands, or buts. You just go."

"Ok," she told him feeling cared for at first but then useless once again. They all tended to view her as weak and she was sick of it. If anything happened she wasn't going to run away and leave them for dead. She didn't really care what happened to her anymore and that thought made her feel cold.

They got in the cars and headed down the highway once again. Not ten minutes after they had left she noticed Bobby had forgotten something. The Chevelle's tank was a line from empty. She called Dean on his cellphone.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Slight problem. Bobby gave me an almost empty tank here." She heard him yell at Bobby and heard Bobby curse.

"Well, that's great news. We don't have time to stop. You think you can fill up fast and catch up to us?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll take this next exit and see you guys in a few minutes." She said. They hung up. She questioned if Bobby had done this to keep her out of danger as she turned right onto the exit and pulled up to a Shell gas station. She ran inside and gave the attendant $30 before hurrying back and filling up the tank. She watched the numbers go up and it transformed in her mind to the number of souls that would be leaking out of purgatory if they didn't get there soon enough. Knowing it wasn't worth it, she wanted to take a last shot at trying to stop Cas by speaking to him. In her head, she said a small prayer to him, asking him to change his mind. She closed her eyes for a second until the sound of the gas pump turning off made her jump. She placed it back on the machine and felt what resembled an electric shock as she heard a voice behind her.

"I'm not going to stop, Clara."

She cringed at the words and felt her eyes fill with tears. She didn't want to turn around and face him.

"You won't listen to me, but you have to trust me."

"Cas," she said forcing herself to turn to him as a few tears burned her face. "How can we listen or trust you when you won't do the same for us?"

He was silent.

"I wanted to forgive you for all of this. I wanted to trust you. But you just keep making the wrong decisions and hurting people who cared about you and you can't even admit that you're in the wrong. I'm terrified of you. We all are. And that's how you want it isn't it?" She was crying as she forced her legs to walk up to him. A few inches away from his face, she looked into his eyes knowing he could end her life at the speed of light.

"I thought I loved you…"she said feeling her chest clench up in pain. He didn't even blink. "Cas, we can keep fighting! It will be hard, and it will be painful, and it'll be every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you're too much of a coward for that, then go. If I can't convince you to stop, then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don't expect me to mourn for you, because…"

Before she could finish he was gone. She wanted to fall to the ground and never open her eyes again. She had told him the truth. She had loved him. Knowing Dean and Bobby were waiting for her she wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and turned her pain into anger. She got into the Chevelle and headed back onto the highway, promising herself that she would do whatever it took to stop Castiel from opening purgatory that night.