Chapter Nine
Dean walked by the front desk as two men in suits approached the secretary.
"May I help you?" asked the woman.
"Yes, we're Agents Danden and Woods," said one of the men. Dean stopped and looked over to see them flashing badges. "Do you have a young woman that just checked in?"
"The name?" asked the woman.
"What check-ins have you had in the past twenty-four hours?" asked the other agent.
The woman balked. "Uh…just two patients. A man who received an appendectomy, and a woman admitted for a seizure."
Dean made his way discreetly to the stairs and darted up them. When he reached the room, he found Sam and Clear packing their stuff. Clear had gotten dressed into her normal clothes. "We gotta move."
"What?" asked Sam. "Why?"
"Zzyzx," Dean answered. "They found her."
Clear's eyes widened, and she grabbed her bag. "Let's go."
Dean and Sam followed her as she exited the room. She looked up to see that no one was around.
"Wait," said Clear. She turned and held out her hand to the room. The TV fell to the floor, the chairs sailed across the room, the EKG machine imploded in a shower of sparks, the bed upended itself, and the table soared into the window, breaking it. As she caused this commotion, Clear let out a high-pitched scream. She dug a knife out and drew a line of blood across her arm. She flung the knife in an arc, spraying blood on the walls.
"Run!" Clear whispered. Sam and Dean took off after her as she skidded around the corner. They slammed through the door to the stairwell and stood against the door.
"What the hell was that?" asked Dean.
"I had to make it look like I was taken," explained Clear. "For obvious reasons."
"Well, what now?" asked Dean.
Clear reached up and latched her hand onto the wire to the security camera. Sparks jumped from her fingers to the wire and the light on the camera glowed bright for a moment. About five seconds later, the camera lens exploded, blowing sparks.
"I disabled the security cameras," explained Clear.
"Where were you when we infiltrated the Milwaukee bank looking for the shapeshifter?" said Dean. The three of them darted down to the first floor. Clear flung her arm out and cocked her head to the side.
"What are you doing?" asked Sam.
"Quiet!" said Clear. "I'm trying to listen." She closed her eyes and listened before grabbing the door handle. "Go!"
They darted out the door to find the last of the doctors disappearing down the halls to search for Clear. They made it out to the parking lot and headed for the Impala when Clear stopped, spinning towards the brothers. She flung her hand out, and they were pushed back into the bushes as a bullet hit the blacktop where they had been standing. They looked up to see Clear spinning away from another bullet.
Clear looked over and spotted a puddle by the hospital. She ran over to it and stood in it, raising her palms.
"Holy shit!" yelled Dean. Clear had risen from the pavement and soared up onto the roof of the overhang, where the shots were coming from. The shots stopped as Clear began her assault on the assassin.
She grabbed the semi-automatic and yanked it out of the man's hands, hitting him in the face with it. Another man began to approach her from behind, but Clear threw the rifle behind her without looking. The rifle hit the man straight in the nose, a shower of blood running down his face as he collapsed to his knees.
Clear ducked a swing from the assassin and bent backwards as he lunged his arms at her. She spun around, appearing behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck. The assassin began to struggle, but Clear tightened her hold. After a couple seconds, the assassin went limp, and Clear placed him gently on the ground.
The man with the broken nose finally got up and pulled a taser gun on Clear. As it was fired, Clear snaked a hand out and caught the electrodes. She reversed the electric current, and the man dropped the gun in shock. Clear darted forward, ducking one, two, three punches before grabbing the man's hand and twisting it to the side. He yelled in pain as Clear jumped, flipping up and backwards. Her feet hit the man in the jaw, knocking him flat on his back, before she finished flipping and landed on her feet.
"Whoa," said Dean. Clear walked to the edge of the overhang and calmly jumped off, landing perfectly. Dean and Sam ran over to her. "Where'd you learn how to do that?"
"Jackie Chan movies," Clear answered, smirking.
Dean laughed. "No, seriously."
"Seriously. Jackie Chan movies."
"You learned how to take on two assassins with machine guns by watching movies?" asked Sam.
"Computer brain, remember?" said Clear. "Come on, let's get out of here. I'm driving."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean stopped her. Nobody drove his baby. "No, you aren't."
"Oh, come on," Clear bit off. "I think I can handle her."
"Uh, think again," said Dean. "In the back."
Clear rolled her eyes and climbed into the backseat as Dean and Sam sat in the front.
"Bitch," said Clear.
"Hey, that's my line," Dean told her.
