Clara

by Ms Marvel Dixon

My name is Clara Walsh. My father was taken by a demon. He sold his soul to save me... I didn't even know he believed in that kind of thing. Now I'm alone and dropped into the middle of the hunting world. My only entertainment; The Winchesters. They should really tell you not to get close to people in this life... that was my mistake.

10. Her

Okay so from now on the story kinda switches POV... this one is Dean's.

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The way she woke up next to me every morning made me wish night would come faster. Her eyes were the perfect shade of brown and she didn't need anything to make her look any better. Falling for a friend is so cliché now a days so I won't call it that. I'll just say if I woke up next to Clara every morning and got to spend the day with her, I would be happy.

Sammy was loving having her as his friend. He wasn't shy to tell her anything. Sure he held things back from be, who doesn't have secrets from their brother but to Clara he was an open book. I haven't seen Sam that happy in a long time.

That whole week was one of the best weeks I can remember. But all good things end. Friday night was when it ended for us. Bobby's car came peeling into the drive, followed by my father's Impala in the dead of the night. I was still awake when I heard the rocks fly and the doors slam. Clara was fast asleep just inches from me. When she began to have a nightmare she would reach out and I was always there. It made me feel needed and wanted.

Once the front door opened her eyes shot open and she pulled away from me and raced for the door. " BOYS!" My father called.

I followed Clara down the stairs as Bobby and my father walked in. Clara went to talk to Bobby but he just pushed past her and walked out the back. She turned to talk to him but my dad cut her off.

" Clara? Where is Sam and Dean?" He asked her.

" Sam's sleeping." I said finally making it to the end of the stairs.

" Well go get him. We are leaving. Work needs to be done." John said.

" What? What do you mean?" Clara started to asked. I was going to but I knew my dad would just yell his orders back.

I walked slowly and angrily to the top of the stairs where I saw Sammy just standing there with his clothes on and his bag packed. He looked sad, to be honestly the most unhappy kid I have ever seen. I shook my head and started to pack my things from my room.

" So much for normal?" Sam said as I passed him and he sulked down the stairs. I heard my father's voice say something but I chose not to listen. I hated when my father did this. We would get comfortable somewhere and then he would make us leave. Usually it didn't seem so hard. Now we were leaving someone behind.