Sorry for the long update... well here is more. Hope you like :)


I was alone for a good three hours. I kept my head down in the dark car and tried to remember all the good times me and my dad shared in this car. There were many but now all I could think about was this, and his journal was all I had left of him. My hand went around my neck and felt the necklace. It was long enough for me to see when I played with it.

" Clara?" A familiar voice called. I said nothing. I didn't want to be bothered. Then the footsteps got closer. I sighed as the person stepped into the back seat. " Clara what are you doing out here?" John's voice asked from behind me. My eyes never left the dash bored and necklace. " I heard you had an interesting day in the field. First hunt... how was it?" he as nudging me a bit.

" Fine." I answered. He huffed not satisfied with the answer. "Mom, little girl and boy are fine... but dad didn't make it." I said. "Spirit killed him quickly." I shrugged.

" You can't save everybody Clara." John said. " That's the job." he said. " Now you have to get used to it." He sighed.

" You sound like your son." I huffed. " What is it with you people. When did ghosts and monsters stop being scary stories and become real?" I shook my head.

" Well for me, it was the day my wife was taken from me. For my boys to. And for you it was when your father died." John said placing a hand on my shoulder. "You are a tough girl Clara you'll get through this. Your not alone." He said.

"Yeah." I shook my head. " But if I don't want to be. What if I don't want this?" I asked turning around to face hime.

" Clara, your father did everything he could to protect you from evil but now... I believe he would have wanted you to be a hunter. It is passed down from generation." John sighed.

" Doesn't seem fair." I said shaking my head.

" From now on Clara, no much is going to be fair." He said. "And I'm truly sorry but there isn't much I can do about that." He said. " Just try to see the good side. We save people. Doesn't get better than that."

" And the ones we don't?" I asked.

" Like I said, We can't save them all." John said. He then got out of the car.

I sat alone for a few minutes. I sighed and the got out. John was leaning on the outside and smiled at me. I smiled back and we walked back to the house. I went up stairs and didn't pay attention to where John had gone.

I walked into my room when I noticed my lights were turned off. I looked around and half smiled when I saw the reason why. Dean was laying on one side of my bed. He must have laid down just to calm down and fallen asleep. I grabbed a pair of shorts from my drawers and a tank top. I snuck into the bathroom changed. The day had gone by quickly and the sun was going down.

I tip toed back to my bed trying not to wake Dean. He was asleep and I didn't want to wake him. I laid down slowly. I never noticed how small my bed actually was. I was laying next to Dean without even realizing it. My eyes started to close a bit before Dean turned my way. His eyes still closed and he sighed.

" I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.."

" Me to." I said my eyes closing a bit. I could just see the small smile that flashed on his face before my eyes completely closed.

When the sun came up the next morning and my eyes opened Dean wasn't next to me anymore. I had to admit it was nice knowing I didn't have to be lone. His company was just nice, Sam as well. Waking up alone wasn't the best but I got up and walked down the stairs to find Sam and Dean sitting around the table.

" What we reading this morning boys?" I asked as I walked over and sat next to Sam. He smiled at me and I smiled brightly back.

" Bobby left a note." Sam answered. " Him and Dad went on a hunt."

" Won't be back for a while." Dean filled in.

" So what does that mean?" I asked.

" Means we got from about a week to two weeks off." Dean smiled at Sam.

" Been a while." Sam sighed sitting back in his chair.

" You guys really don't stick around one place long do you?" I asked noticing how happy they seemed to have two weeks to themselves.

" Not as much as we need." Sam pointed out.

"So you got big plans for your days off boys?" I asked walking over to the sink getting a glass of water.

" probably just read." Sam said.

" wow calm down, don't get to out of hand." Dean said and I laughed along with him.

"nothing wrong with reading Sam. I once spent a whole summer vacation reading books by just about any author. Must have read at least 20 or 30 books." I smiled and he looked interested. "Romeo and Juliet, war and peace, anything by Stephen King." I smiled

" really?" He asked. " I haven't read much other than history text books or lore on the kind of thing we are hunting."

" Seriously?" I asked not believing him.

" Stephen King?" he asked.

" I swear if you don't know who he is I will smack you." I said pointing my finger to him. Sam just shrugged. "Alright job one, get dressed and come to the book store down the street with me." I smiled at him and he seemed excited.

" wow nerds!" Dean said standing putting his cup of coffee in the sink. I laughed at him. " I'm gonna go see if this little town has anything better to do." he winked at me and left quickly.

That day was spent with Sam. I picked out a good selection of books for him to read. Not all Stephen King of course but just classic ones he should read. When We got back to Bobby's Dean was still not back so we ended up talking about just about anything that came to mind. Sam was so full of ideas and passion he could never really show around his dad. Sam was very clear that him and his father did not see eye to eye about most things. I asked Sam questions about life of the road with his brother and father and if he could would he change his life. He always said no, but a part of me wanted to think he would love to quit and be something better than just a hunter.

It's amazing how much you can learn about someone in a day. I felt me and Sam were one hundred times closer by the end of the day then I would have ever thought. We laughed about a lot of things and we even talked about his mother. I never talked about my dad but Sam understood.

Sam went to bed early that night with a book in his hands. I'm sure he was laying in his bed with the light on for hours. I staid down stairs and re read Romeo and Juliet. It was one of my favourites. The sun was going down when I heard someone come to the front door. I didn't even thin twice. I just kept reading.

" Well you know how it is." Dean was talking to someone when he walked in. I watched as he ignored I was there as he walked into the kitchen. He kept talking but I went back to my book. It was obvious he was talking to a girl. He clicked his phone off after a few minutes. " Women." He sighed.

He walked back into the living room still not noticing I was there. " So! How was your day?" I smiled up at him. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he jumped. I giggled as I sat up.

" Holy..." he said a bit put off. " I didn't even see you."

" You see what you wanna see." I smiled as I stood up and walked past him toward the stairs.

" What does that mean?" He asked.

" Means what ever you want it to mean." I turned with a smile. " I imagine you had an interesting day, given the love struck teenagers what all have your number." I said as his phone started ringing.

He smirked. " Well can you blame them?" he winked.

" No, they must not have enough brain to walk away." I winked back.

" oh come on. That was jus mean." He complained. " Hey where's Sam?" He asked following me up the stairs.

" In there." I pointed to the room at the end of the hall. The door was closed but you could tell the light was still on. " Been there for a while." I smiled.

" What you think he's doing." Dean started to walk ahead of me.

" Stop." I put my arm out stopping him. " He's readin' leave him be." I ordered.

" reading?" Dean questioned. I smiled at him. " What's so good about that?" he said as he followed me into my room.

" I don't know, brain growth, imagination... escape." I threw my arms up exhausted.

" Escape? Why would he need that?" He asked as he sat on the edge of my bed.

I was headed for the bathroom to change into my PJs when I stopped at the door and turned. " Do you really not know what goes through your little brothers mind half the time?" I asked Dean placing my hands on my hips.

" Of corse I do." Dean said defensively.

"Really?" I asked. " Then tell me, what does Sam really think of hunting?" I asked. I stood for a minute but Dean didn't answer. I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom. I figured I would give him a minute to think it over.

I changed from my jeans to shorts and a tank top. I was usually and person who kept to myself, but around Sam and Dean I really didn't care. It's like I had just been myself and not the version of me I pretended to be. Being 16 you would think I was self contentious around two good-looking heroes but, I didn't care what I wore or what I looked like. They never seemed to notice or mind.

I walked out and Dean looked like he had thought very hard. I hung up my jeans and folded my sweater. He then snapped his fingers and smiled. " you think you are so smart." He shook his head leaning back on my bed.

" Oh I don't think... I know." I smiled standing by my dresser. He sat up again ans smiled. " Alright what is it?"

" You think I don't know my brother?" he shook his head. I shrugged as I walked over and sat next to him. I sat cross-legged waiting for him to go on. "On one hand he likes helping people, Sammy has always been the do gooder and the bleeding heart. So he likes that." I sighed deeply. " but.." He cut me off from saying anything. " But he wants to be normal." He got serious. " More than anything that kid just wants to be normal. And I wish he could be. I wish Sam could be normal and we could have that white picket fence... but that's just not how it works." Dean hung his head.

" Well you know you could have that kind of life. You could be normal." I suggested. Dean exhaled and rolled his eyes. "Have you ever talked to your father about it?"

" Clara. With my father there is no talking. There is just an order and you follow." he said more serious than anything.

" But I'm sure if you and Sam just..."

" No." he snapped standing quickly. " You don't get it. We don't get that choice. Our normal life went out the window when I was four. It's the job we were meant to do and we will."

" Because John says so?" I asked. " Dean you going to follow your father's orders your entire life?" I asked just trying to calm him down but it wasn't working. Why did everything seem to get so dramatic with Dean.

He shook his head. " You have no idea what it's like growing up like this." He said. "My father did all of this to protect us from what was hiding under the bed. And I am very sure your father would have taught you the same if he gotten the chance." He said a bit loudly.

"Well he didn't." I said looking down at my necklace. I didn't look back up but I could tell Dean knew he went to far. " And even if my dad had raised me like John did, I would still want a life Sam dreams about. I still want that house on main street and a family that is safe and won't be torn away from me." I said coldly. " Unlike you I have a mind of my own." I snapped.

Dean narrowed his eyes at me and stormed out of my room slamming the door. I could hear his mumbling all the way back to his room. I shook my head and hated him at the moment. I played with my necklace as I sat alone in my room what was slowly getting darker.

I grabbed a match from my night stand and lit the candle I left beside my bed. I prefer candle light over a bulb. Never knew why, just seemed calming and right now I needed to be calm. I must have sat in the same stop for at least two hours before I sighed and reached for my phone. I could hear footsteps coming back to my door but as I dialled I forgot about them.

"Leave a message." Bobby's voice was stern and to the point. I took a deep breath as the beep went off.

" Bobby, It's Clara." I sighed. " Hi." I smiled to myself. " I know you and John are busy saving the world and all but I just needed you to hear this." I took another deep breath. " I have never really been good at showing feelings for people. And don't worry I'm not going all sappy girl on you but... I just need you to know that I thank God everyday for you. I know it has only been a few months since you got stuck with me and most of the time you were off. And granted having a teenager just dropped on you isn't very fair and I'm sorry but I'm glad you got stuck with me." I looked down at the floor keeping the phone close to me. "And I kinda need you to be okay. Not dying in an ally alone, or being eaten. I need you to be okay. John to. I need you two to be okay, and alive. You're all I have left. So be careful, you know for me. Please?" I asked with a sigh and then hung up the phone.

It was quiet for a minute. Then without a word my door opened quickly and two pair of foot steps came closer to me. I didn't even get a chance to look up before they jumped me.