The loud knock at Bobby's door weighed heavily on both Dean and Clara. Gwen was holding onto Dean tightly her eyes half-open and Adrian was next to Clara, helping her with the bags. The door didn't open right away and Clara sighed. Sam stayed by the car, Clara had given him an icy look when he tried to step up behind her so he stayed back.
The sun had only been up for a couple of hours and when Bobby finally answered the door the sun shone through the dark house. "Oh no..." He sighed when he saw them. "If you're all here... it can't be good." he sighed.
"Papa!" Gwen said in the middle of a yawn.
"Hey sweetheart." He said letting Dean in first and taking the girl from him. She was tired but hugged him tightly anyways.
"We have a problem." Dean sighed as he walked into the house and stopped in the living room.
"What kind of problem?" Bobby asked as he followed Dean with Gwen still in his arms.
"Adrian, Take Gwen upstairs." Clara spoke before Dean could answer Bobby's question.
"I wanna stay with Papa and Daddy." She complained.
"Why don't you get some more sleep, and when you wake up they'll be here." Clara smiled at her daughter.
"Alright..." She sighed. "Night Papa..." She said placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Night Daddy." She yawned as she turned her head to face Dean. He smiled and walked over so she could kiss his cheek too.
"Come on Gwen." Adrian said softly as he took her from Bobby. She climbed onto his back and giggled a bit at the piggyback ride she got up the stairs.
Dean, Clara, and Bobby stood watching the two walk up the stairs. Once they were gone it was quiet again and they all looked at each other. Bobby just waited for his answer. Soon he got his answer. Sam had taken the silence as a good time to walk into the house. He stood in the doorway of the living room with his hands in his pockets.
Dean looked up and passed Clara to look at his brother. Once she realized he was behind her she moved and walked over to Dean's side. He sighed as he noticed her uneasiness and she looked up at him with a small smile. Bobby looked behind him to see what they were uneasy about and sighed when he saw Sam.
"Hi Bobby." Sam smiled and Bobby sighed.
"Sam." He nodded as he walked in and stood next to him.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me." Clara laughed right away at Bobby's attitude toward Sam. Dean looked down at Clara a bit confused. "He knew..." She shook her head.
"You knew Sam was alive?" Dean snapped right away.
"Dean..." Sam tried to stop him.
"You knew and you didn't tell me?" Dean's voice cracked a bit. You could tell he was betrayed just by how he looked at Bobby. Clara couldn't bare to look at Dean, she couldn't handle that look. "What the hell!" Dean raised his voice.
Bobby looked up at Dean and got angry quickly. "You got out Dean." he said looking at Clara who kept her head down. "You got a life that didn't involve having your gut ripped out at the age of 30!" He raised his voice. "And I was grateful and I sure as hell wasn't going to ruin the family you both worked so hard to get." he said. "So deal with it!"
"Bobby, you didn't tell me my brother was alive! He is my family!" Dean snapped back.
"And if I told you what would have done?" He asked and sighed as he watched Clara step away from Dean. "You would have gotten into your car and drove away. You would have dove right back into the life and that would leave her alone."
"Not exactly alone..." She said to herself.
"I wouldn't have done that." Dean said slowly.
Clara looked up right away. "Liar." She accused him right away. He looked at her with confusion. "That's exactly what you would have done, whether I was pregnant or not." She shook her head. He looked down at her with pain in his eyes, what she said hurt him.
"That's not true." he said again.
"Dean... Stop." She ordered. She knew he was lying, it didn't surprise her nor did it hurt her. She knew exactly what he would have done and that is why she lied to him. She sighed and turned her back.
"Clara..." He said trying to follow her out of the living room.
"No." She stopped him. "I have to check on Gwen and Adrian..." She paused at the bottom of the stairs. "You three argue some more and when you want to deal with the Djinn who want to kill us, I'll be upstairs." She turned her back quickly and walked up the stairs. She wasn't mad at Dean, she just couldn't stand around listening to them argue and hear the hurt in his voice anymore.
She went into the first room that had a dim light, it used to be her room. She smiled as she opened the door slowly. Gwen was cuddled tight to Adrian's side as he sat up looking through a book. She leaned against the door frame and sighed. "Everything okay down there?" Adrian whispered but didn't look up from the book.
"They are working it out." She shrugged. "You should get some sleep." She said.
"Okay..." he sighed and looked over to her. "Clara?" He questioned before she could leave.
"Yeah?" She hummed.
"Are you alright? You don't look good." He sighed.
"Well I think the Djinn might have to take the blame for that." She laughed. "But I'm okay... tired but okay." She smiled and closed the door as she turned.
Clara sighed as she walked down the hall past Sam's old room. She huffed and didn't even look in. She walked to the end of the hall and walked into Dean's room. She sighed at how empty it was but the bed looked comfortable. She left the door open and nearly jumped into the bed.
She groaned at its stiffness. She suddenly realized that Dean never spent time in this room. He spent his nights in her room when they stayed at Bobby's as kids. She smirked and sighed as she laid her head on the pillow. Her eyes wanted to close but her mind was racing. Seeing Sam made her paranoid and she had to wait and see if he came up or not.
"Clara?" his soft whisper came from beside her. She had fallen asleep while she waited. She opened her eyes slowly but they closed because she didn't see who was next to her. "Clara..." he tried to shake her.
"Dean..." She sighed happily when she finally opened her eyes. She sat up slowly and took a deep breath. "Look I gotta talk to you." She sighed looking down as she placed a hand on his.
"Wait..." He paused as he lifted his hand and placed it on her cheek. He smirked and leaned forward. He placed his lips on her gently but it was a desperate kiss. When they finally separated his forehead rested on hers, his eyes were closed and his face was troubled. He sighed deeply.
"What was that for." She smiled trying to look up at him but he wouldn't open his eyes. He was quiet for a few minutes as he breathed in slowly. He held Clara's face and didn't want to let go. "Dean?" She said a bit softer and his eyes opened and he smiled.
"I almost lost you all today." he huffed quietly.
"But you didn't." She said taking his hand away from her face and lifting his chin to look at her. "See... still here." She smiled. Dean stared at her with the most painful expression. He leaned forward again and kissed her again. When he pulled away Clara sighed. "So what's the plan?" She asked trying to make him forget what she wanted to tell him.
He exhaled deeply and looked down at her hands which he was holding tightly. "Sam and I are going to go back and deal with it." He said quickly.
"Then I'm coming with." She added.
"No." he looked up and answered quickly. "You gotta stay here with Gwen and Adrian."
"Dean that wasn't a question, I'm not letting you go anywhere with him..." She said.
"Clara I checked... it's Sam, like human and everything."
"Don't care, don't trust him." She answered quickly. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Well I have to." Dean said firmly. "And you already fought off your share of Djinn today... so just stay here please." he sighed and looked at her as she stared at his hands.
"It's not like I lost." She whined a bit.
"What?" He asked a bit confused by her attitude.
"It's not like I lost the fight... I was ready and I was winning." She said looking up. "He ran from me." She smiled proudly.
"Well to be fair I don't think he was there for you." Dean added.
"Wow..." She huffed. "I kicked his ass and you're defending him." She shook her head with a smirk.
"I'm not defending him." He snapped quickly.
"I know..." Clara's voice lowered. "I was joking..." She tilted her head and noticed the anger in Dean's voice. "Look I know it's been a weird day...very weird but come on lighten up a bit." She sighed.
"How am I supposed to lighten up?" He narrowed his eyes. "My family is attacked and my brother has been alive for years and didn't tell me." He huffed as he stood quickly and started to pace.
"Like I said... weird day." She watched him walk back and forth. It was quiet for a second and she took a deep breath. "How mad at Bobby are you?" She asked looking down at the floor as she slid to the edge of the bed.
"What?" He stopped.
"Bobby... how mad are you that he didn't tell you about Sam?" She asked. She had to know, if it would be the same for her. Dean said nothing and just stared at Clara, he was confused. Why did she care?
"Dose it matter?" He huffed looking down at her.
"Guess not." She looked up with a smile, she couldn't do it. "When are we leaving?" She asked with a small smile.
"Sam and I are leaving within the hour." He stood tall as she stood up in front of him. "You are staying here." He nearly ordered.
By the look on his face Clara could tell he was pissed at the world, but she needed to go with him. "But-" She started and then stopped. "Fine." She sighed and tilted her head. "Just promise me you will watch your back... I don't trust him."
Dean smirked and shook his head. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly. She smiled as she put her arms around him quickly and didn't want to let him go. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and let go first. He gave her one last reassuring smile then turned and left the room.
Clara sat on the bed for the next hour or so and when she heard someone downstairs she got up quickly. She headed down the stairs and smiled when she saw Bobby sitting in the dimly light kitchen. It was still light out but somehow that kitchen never got good light. She walked in and sat across from him at the table.
He had a bottle of whiskey next to him and two glasses. He must have known she was going to come down eventually. He sighed and poured each glass half way. He slid one glass over to Clara and she took it. He didn't look at her as he took the first drink.
"Why didn't you say anything?" She asked quickly and he looked at her.
"You know damn well why." He huffed and she nodded.
She took a small drink and placed the glass down slowly. "Thank you." She smiled her eyes tearing up a bit. He looked up at her quickly a bit in shock. He saw the tears in her eyes and he sighed. "I know it was a hard decision but I'm thankful you didn't say anything." She smiled through one of the tears that tried to fall but didn't.
"I couldn't be the reason you're life fell apart." He sighed. "Care about you two idgits too much." He smirked. Clara lowered her head a bit putting her hands up and rubbed her sore face. Bobby watched as the pained look on her face turned to pure guilt. "How long did you know?" He asked and she looked up quickly with a gasp.
"Bout a year after... the day we got married." She tried not to talk to loud. "He walked in and I didn't know what to do. He told me not to tell anyone because he wouldn't stick around nor would he come back." She started to get angry. "I wanted to tell Dean so many times, hell I almost did a few day after but I couldn't. The words wouldn't come back." She said and shook her head. "What was I supposed to say?" She cried a bit but her tears didn't fall. Bobby sighed and looked down. He felt the guilt. Clara shook her head and took a quickly drink.
"The truth." Dean's low and very hurt voice came from behind her. She froze mid swallow. She nearly choked as she looked up and around quickly with wide eyes. She prayed he wasn't standing there, but sure enough he was. Arms dropped to the side, fists balled, and betrayal in his eyes. "You..." he started and stopped as his voice crack.
"Dean..." She said softly as she stood slowly, her knees wanted to buckle. She tried to take a step forward but he threw his hand up and stopped her.
"You...You knew... this whole time and you..." He couldn't finish the sentence.
"I wanted to... I just couldn't." The tears were really close to falling. She tried not to sound to needy because then it made her look more guilty. "I tried so any times..." She was failing at not begging.
"Then why didn't you!" Dean yelled with a snap of his head. He stared at her and she jumped. He never yelled at her.
"Because I couldn't!" She yelled back. "Don't you see... if I would have told you, you would have jumped back in the Impala and drove away!" Her voice was still loud. "It was selfish and I've had to live with it for four years but I did what was best for the both of us!"
"What's best?" He mocked her a bit. She was about to open her mouth but he stopped her. "No." He said in a demanding voice. "You had no right to keep that from me." He said in a low and scary tone. He was pissed.
"No right?" She couldn't help but get mad. "As your wife and mother of your daughter I think I had every right." She said and he looked up at her with wide angry eyes.
"Really?" he laughed. "Cause all I see is a liar." he spat at her.
"Dean!" Bobby barked at him and Dean just shook his head.
Dean huffed and turned his back quickly. Clara watched as he stormed out of the house while Sam walked into the kitchen. He looked confused while everyone was angry. "Get out." She ordered. "Go kill the Djinn." She ordered and Sam just huffed. He never liked being told what to do by it was worse now. He turned and followed his brother.
The sound of tires squealing out of the drive made Clara flinch. She sighed and hung her head. "You think he'll come back?" She asked before she turned to face Bobby.
"He's pretty pissed... but I'm sure he will." Bobby tried to sound believable. Clara looked up at him with a huff. She knew he was telling her what she wanted to hear. He huffed and walked over to her and hugged her tightly. "Truth is I have no idea... but I doubt he will be mad forever."
"Gez... thanks." Clara had t laugh as she hugged Bobby tightly. "Alright." She let go and kissed his cheek lightly.
"Where you going?" He asked.
"I'm gonna get some sleep then I am going to follow them." She sad walking out of the kitchen.
"You think it's smart to go after them?" Bobby asked.
"Yes. The kids will stay here with you until I come back. I can't risk trusting Sam right now." She sighed.
"Clara what's it gonna take to get you to believe it's really him?" Bobby asked.
"I have no idea but... until I have actual proof then I'm not leaving Dean alone with him." Clara sighed as she made her way up the stairs. "You're good with watching Adrian and Gwen right?" Clara smiled back.
"Of course... just be careful with those two."