Chapter Ten
The boys watched as Clear shoved her bags into the trunk of her Chevelle.
"Okay, you're doing what, again?" asked Dean.
"I have to leave," said Clear.
"Leave?" asked Sam.
"My house, my town, my friends, my job, my school, everything," said Clear.
"Why?" asked Dean.
"They tracked me down," Clear told them. "I have to get lost again."
"Again?" asked Sam.
"This isn't the first time they've found me."
"I think you got your message across last night," said Dean.
"There'll be more where they came from," said Clear. "I can't stay here."
"Well, before you get out of Dodge," said Dean with a smile, "wanna grab a beer?"
Clear stopped and seemed to consider. "It wouldn't hurt."
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"Oh, totally," said Clear. "Nothing beats Boston."
"Maybe AC/DC," said Dean.
"Yeah, I'll agree with you there," laughed Clear. The three of them were in a bar downtown, sharing a drink.
"So, tell us more about yourself," said Sam. "I mean, we're basically the same person, but you're like a stranger."
"Well…" said Clear. "You know about the classic rock, classic car, college student bits…Uh…nothing really to tell. Oh, I got both of your fears."
"Both of our fears?" asked Dean.
"Flying and clowns," Clear told them.
Dean and Sam both laughed, and Clear joined them.
"So, you took down that vampire in Westhaven?" asked Sam.
"Without a machete," Clear told them.
"What'd you do, rip its head off?" asked Dean.
Clear shook her head. "Nail file."
Dean laughed. "A nail file? How the hell did you do that?"
"It's all about coordinating your muscles and momentum to optimize the power of your thrust."
"Hey, back at the hospital," started Sam, "were you flying?"
Clear laughed out loud. "No, no. That wasn't flying. That was more like levitating."
"Levitating?" stated Dean, impressed.
"I used the puddle I was standing in to reverse the polarities between the water in the puddle and the water in my own body. The human body is more than fifty percent water. It's like a magnet. The north pole of a magnet, when placed next to the south pole of another magnet, will repel the other one, right? Same basic concept. That's also how I flung you guys out of the way. I used the water in our bodies to push you away from me."
"Awesome," smirked Dean, taking a drink.
Clear glanced at her watch. "I really should be getting out of town."
"Okay," said Sam. They got up, setting money on the table for their drinks, and walked out to the cars parked side-by-side. Sam and Dean leaned on the front of the Impala as Clear leaned on the front of the Chevelle.
"So, will you be okay?" asked Sam.
Clear sighed. "Yeah, it's just…I'm gonna miss this place. I was just starting to settle in again. Now I have to leave…again."
"The luck of a Winchester," said Dean.
"Yeah," Clear laughed. She looked into the distance where the tan and black funnels of the museum shone above the trees. "I loved that job, too."
Sam looked at her. "You did?"
"Yeah," Clear went on. "The Titanic has always been my favorite story in history. And working there, it just…I don't know, it made me feel like I belonged for once in my life…like I wasn't a freak."
Sam smiled. "I know how that feels."
Clear looked at him, knowing he was referring to the few years that Sam had escaped the life of a hunter and gone to college. Of course, that was before the Yellow-Eyed Demon had killed his girlfriend, Jessica. And before the visions started. "Yeah, you would know." Clear thought for a moment. "I think I'm gonna take a leaf outta your book. Just driving from case to case; never settle in one place."
"You wanna come with us?" Dean asked.
"Nah, you'd just slow me down," said Clear. They laughed a little. "Hey, here's my number." She handed them a piece of paper. "Call if you ever need me."
Sam handed her a paper, too. "You do the same."
Clear walked over and hugged the both of them. "See you later." She climbed into her Chevelle and pulled away into the night.
THE END