There was a soft knocking on the door of Clara's bedroom on board the TARDIS later that night. She quickly scrambled out of bed and checked herself in the mirror, fixing her hair before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

She pulled Sam in quickly and he laughed.

"This place is like a maze," he said, shaking his head.

"You get used to it," Clara lied, shutting the door. "Sorry. If the Doctor knows I'm sneaking boys in, I'll get grounded," she smirked.

Sam grinned, sitting on the end of her bed. "What a day, huh?"

"Yeah," Clara sighed, sitting next to him. "The Doctor and River have a really complicated timeline . . . they always meet out of order." she shook her head. "In our future, her future, River is dead. Has been for months. But she isn't now, because it's her past. Does that make sense?"

"No," Sam said. "But you're cute when you try to explain the space time continuum."

Clara laughed, shoving his arm lightly. "Shut up."

They both laughed, and Clara sighed after a moment. "Do you get stir-crazy here?"

"Oh, yeah. It's ridiculous. Dean doesn't, but sometimes I just feel trapped."

Clara stood, sliding her small petite hand into his larger, weathered one. "Well, come on then. There's got to be a pub or something around here."

"There an old bar about thirty minutes from here," Sam said.

"Let's go!" she said, excited to get out for a while. She led Sam out of the TARDIS, thankfully not having to reroute, and into the bunker. It was quiet, and they were able to leave quickly without incident.

Clara got in the passenger seat of the Impala, enjoying the night air and gazing at the stars.

"You've seen them up close, huh?" Sam asked as they cruised down the highway.

Clara smiled. "Some."

"What else have you seen?"

Clara smiled wider, and looked at him. She described her travels, from the first day she met the Doctor as this version of herself – the other part was a story for another time, not for a romantic drive with a handsome man. She told him about the planets and times they had gone too, and eventually ran out of breath.

She had no idea how amazing Sam found her to be. She was beautiful, and intelligent. And the things she had seen, they made her special. He gazed at her contently as they walked into the bar, taking a seat in a booth.

"It sounds amazing," Sam said, shaking his head as she recounted her various adventures. "I'd love to see it."

"I'll let you come on an adventure with me," Clara said, leaning across the table with a mischievous look in her eyes. "If you take me on one with you. I want to go on a hunt."

"No way, you don't," Sam scoffed. "They're dangerous."

"Sam, I've been around the block a time or two," she said, amused.

Sam chuckled, laying his hand over hers. "You're something special, Clara Oswald."

"You're not so bad yourself, Sam Winchester," she replied, leaning towards him and laying a soft kiss on his lips.

She pulled away, blushing again, and they laughed.

They spent the next few hours just sitting and talking, exchanging stories and trying to see who could tell the weirdest story. Sam won, though, when he told her about the time his number one fan had forced him into a marriage with her.

They sobered a bit as they watched the moon rise higher in the sky through the window.

"Things haven't always been this great," Sam said, and Clara looked at him.

"Tell me."

So he did. For the first time, he told someone all of it; Azazel, Ruby, Lucifer. He told her about going to hell and losing his soul, and then his mind, and then his brother. By the end of his story, he looked as though he'd aged several years and was exhausted.

"Sam," Clara said, her heart heavy for the man. "You're amazing."

"After all that?" Chuckled Sam humorlessly. "Yeah, okay."

"You went through all of that and you've just kept on going," Clara said, shaking her head. "You tried so many different things, be it revenge or moving on, and you just kept getting pulled in. Sam, that's amazing. You've got to be the bravest man I've ever known."

Sam looked at her, really looked at her, and felt something change inside of him. He felt lighter, like his worries were gone for that moment, and he squeezed her hand. "You're really something wonderful."

Clara smiled and then sighed as her phone buzzed. "It's the Doctor," she sighed, reading the text. "We'd better head back."

They left the bar, Clara shivering in the cold night air. Sam shed his jacket, draping it around her – Clara resisted the urge to giggle, like a teenager on a date as she got into the car.

They didn't speak on the way back, holding hands over the gear shifter and listening to soft music. They both were smiling, feeling totally at ease and relaxed.

Sam frowned, though, as the car slowed and sputtered to a stop on the side of the road not long after they had hit the country side.

"What's wrong?" Clara frowned.

Sam sighed. "Out of gas. I coulda sworn I just filled it up the day before yesterday, we should still have gas." He shook his head, and called Dean. He quickly explained their situation, and after some yelling from Dean about letting Baby run out of gas, he agreed to bring them some, and to give him a while so he could go find the gas can.

"He's going to bring us some," Sam said, hanging up. "Might be a while."

"That's fine," Clara shrugged, getting out of the car.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked, following.

They were stopped beside a field, and Clara waded into the soft, tall grass, plopping down. She took Sams hand and pulled him down beside her. They laid in the soft grass and gazed up at the stars, Clara laying her head on his chest.

"So this is what I'm missing when I'm off running around with the Doctor," Clara said, and Sam chuckled a bit, putting some music on his phone and laying it beside him. Dust in the Wind crooned from it as the two laid there together.

"I feel like I could lay here forever," Sam said honestly.

"Mm, let's," Clara agreed, and they both laughed softly. She moved so her head was level with his and looked him in the eyes.

"I'm so glad I rescued you," she said softly, and Sam grinned.

"I'm glad it was you and not the Doctor, otherwise I might be laying here thinking about kissing him right now," he said with a straight face, and Clara cracked up, pressing her lips to his. She laid her hand on the side of his face, stroking his cheek as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Between the soft cushion of grass, the sound of music, and the sweet taste of her lips, Sam got totally lost, focused on her and only her. How had he gone this long without meeting her? She was practically perfect. She was perfect. He caressed her gently, determined to live this moment for the rest of his life.

So naturally he was shocked when he received a sharp, hard blow to his lower back, hitting his spine painfully. He gasped, rolling over, as it was complimented with another blow to the side of his head.

"Sam!" Clara screamed, grabbing his shoulders before she squealed in pain as something jerked her away.

Sam forced his eyes open through the throbbing pain, his eyes landing on Clara, who was being pulled up off the ground by two large men. Clara whipped her head back with a grunt, smacking the back of her head into the one on her right. Blood spluttered from his nose, and she slammed her heel down on his foot, breaking loose from his grip and turned to attack the second. This one had the advantage, though, and backhanded her across the face, stunning her.

"Get off her!" Sam said, grasping his gun from the small of his back and trying to stand. He received another kick to his back, and then there was a heel on his chest as the gun was plucked from his hand.

"Hey there, Sammy." Abaddon looked down at him, digging the heel of her stiletto deeper into his chest. She examined his gun. "Nice piece you got here. Almost as pretty as your girlfriend over there," she said, jerking her head at Clara, who had her arms pinned behind her by the larger of the two demons. The one with the broken nose twisted her arm with a sneer, and Clara gasped.

"Leave her alone," Sam growled, holding his hands up in surrender. "Go ahead, you got me. But leave her be, she's not involved in this."

"Was that before or after you two started sucking face?" Abaddon asked, amused. She looked at her henchmen. "Get her out of here, I want to have a little talk with Sammy here."

"No!" Sam exclaimed, grabbing Ruby's knife from his sock and stabbing it into her shoulder, stunning her. He brought his knee up and threw her off of him. He jumped to his knees and started towards her.

"Kenny, snap her wrist," Abaddon snapped.

The bleeding demon grinned. "With pleasure, your majesty."

There was a sickening snapping noise, and Clara screamed, tears rushing down her face.

"Stop!" Sam screamed, dropping the knife. "Look, I give up! Just don't hurt her. Please," he added, looking at Clara, who was trying not to sob.

Abaddon snapped her fingers, and the other demon pressed a spot on Clara's neck. Clara's eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp, held up only by the demons. Abaddon gave a nod, and the demons disappeared with Clara.

"No!" Sam yelled again. "I give in, let her go!"

"Oh," Abaddon said, pouting. "Poor Sam. You have really bad luck with the ladies, don't you?" She waved her hand, slamming Sam onto the ground harshly. She leaned down, her knee on his chest and her hand around his throat. "Here's how it's gonna be, Sam," she said dangerously. "You bring me Crowley, and I won't kill your little British pet. Sound good?"

"Just let her go, Abaddon," Sam choked. "I'll let you have him, but just let her go."

"Call her insurance," Abaddon snapped. "Bring him to me at this address," she continued, and Sam groaned in pain as he felt something seared into his skin on his arm. "You've got twenty-four hours, starting . . . now," she said, clicking a button on her watch. She drew her fist back. "For each hour you take, the less fun she's going to have. See you soon, Sam," she smiled, slamming her fist against his face.