This chapter is dedicated to Prettygirl16. Happy Birthday!

The song here is "Dream On" by Aerosmith.

Dream On

Clara had spent the best night with Crowley. It was splendid because she uttered three words by accident, but had them said to her with sincerity, as if confirming that's what her relationship with Crowley really was all about. Obvious, but she loved thinking about it.

She twisted in bed, stretched with the world's cheesiest smile on her face, and looked around at the apartment. It was clear to her that Crowley loved her and it was because she loved him. He was capable of loving, once he found the right one to love him.

When her thoughts were just running in circles, making her head heavy with confusion, she brushed it off and slipped out of bed. She didn't have to figure it all out. All she had to do was feel it and live it. Figuring out their love was profound shit reserved for poets and their fucking rhymes that make you want to vomit. That was her last thought on that and she walked to her closet with a bounce in her step.

She looked at all the dresses and then her eyes settled on the clothes she used to wear before she met Crowley. Was she still the same person? Did she change so much that looking at her ripped jeans, simple clothes and her leather jacket make her feel like they belonged to someone else?

Once again, shit reserved for poets.

She pulled out her jeans, a simple shirt and her leather jacket. The last touch to her outfit was her grandmother's necklace. It didn't feel any different and when she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn't feel like it was someone else staring back at her. There would only be one Clara in the entire world, regardless that she was a Cambion and the Queen of Hell. How she looked didn't change who she was.

As she turned from the mirror, she felt an intense pull in her chest and it left her breathless for a couple of seconds. Then it hit her again like a wave. She could feel herself being pulled back against her will. It wasn't physical, it was spiritual and not in the "Jesus loves me this I know" kind of spiritual pull.

Then, she blinked her eyes and looked at her feet. It wasn't the flooring of her apartment. And then she noticed the Devil's Trap. This was all new to her, but she quickly knew what had happened: she had been summoned and trapped.

She looked up and saw Sam looking at her as if surprised, but proud of his big accomplishment. Next to him was someone she hadn't seen before, but she could see a faint glow behind his eyes: an angel low on fuel.

"You've got to be kidding me." She said with a mocking smile.

"You damned right." Sam replied and she laughed in a sinister manner. She titled her head at Sam and smiled sweetly.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" she asked and grinned at the angel. When Sam remained silent, she rolled her eyes. "Ah, you're such a drag." She added. Then she decided to make it fun.

She walked to the edge of the Devil's Trap, scratched the paint and stepped out. Sam and the angel now stared at her with wide eyes, filled with fear and confusion. She could have laughed. If they only knew! But knowledge is power and she would never give that away.

She knew she could get out of a Devil's Trap through experimenting. Risky, yes, but she was certain it would work. The blasted symbol only made her powerless as a demon, but did absolutely nothing to her as a human. Dah!

She smiled sweetly at Sam as she placed her thumbs in her jean pockets. She glanced at the angel and grinned.

"Let me guess, you were going to hold me ransom; an exchange for your brother." She said and Sam stiffened. She snickered and shook her head. "If I wanted to kill myself I'd climb your ego and jump to your IQ." She added and laughed in a sinister manner.

Then there was a low growl behind her and Sam's face paled. The angel just stared at Clara with fear on his face. But there was something else on his face. He knew what she was, he just couldn't believe it.

Clara brushed it off and glanced over her shoulder, softening her voice.

"Sit, Ginger."

She glanced back at Sam and grinned.

"I see what Crowley and I told you last time has fallen on deaf ears." She said, taking on a business type of tone, like Crowley had. "Cain, already having the Mark, became a demon after he killed both his brother and himself, then Lucifer gave the Mark power." She said, watching Sam as if waiting to see if he would see what she was trying to tell him. "Crowley didn't make Dean into a demon. He just left out a small bit of information because it was always there, right in front of your face." She concluded.

Sam was silent, but looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"After Dean died, the Mark brought him back as a demon?" he asked her, yet again in the sense that he was hoping she's tell him that he got it all wrong. She rolled her eyes and snickered.

"I've only got one nerve left, and you're getting on it." she said and Ginger began to growl, as if saying she was ready to attack. "You want your brother back? Understand that Crowley and I can't help." She added.

"Can't or won't?" Sam asked her. She narrowed her eyes at him and stood straight, letting her power show. It had the angel more frightened now.

"Dean won't want to pass on the Mark and the Blade." She replied. "Think of when you performed the last trial on the Demon Tablet. Think of Dean's encounter with Cain. Once again, Sam, the answers are in your face." She concluded, stepped back in the Devil's Trap with Ginger by her feet. "Use the remaining grace in your boy toy wisely, hunter." She said and blew Sam a kiss as she stepped backwards into the portal taking her back to Hell.