I knocked on the door and waited with a smile on my face. I knocked again but no one answered so I just walked in. No one seemed to be around. It was quiet and it's never quiet. " Bobby!?" I called out. No answer. " Sam! Dean!?" I called out as I walked up the stairs. I passed my old room and smiled when I noticed it hadn't changed except the bed was no longer made. " Anybody!" I called out.

I walked back down stairs and took a look in the fridge. Cold beer and some random containers with God knows what in it. If there was beer there was someone here. So I walked outside and looked around the junk yard but no one was around. " Bobby?" I called out and no answer came. " fine." I sighed and pulled out my phone. I dialed Bobby's number and was relieved when he answered.

" Sorry I kinda got caught up in a demon..." he said. " But don't worry I'll be around soon enough." he said before I could even say anything.

I laughed. " Well be careful you old man." I said.

" Hey!" he laughed. " I'll see ya soon Clara." he said.

" yeah you better." I said back and then hung up. Then I called Sam. He didn't answer. " Seriously! what is the point of you two having phones if you never freakin' answer." I said into his voicemail. "anyways where ever you two are if you got some time for little old me I'm at Bobby's... so ya." I said and then hung up. I sighed as I stood alone in Bobby's living room. I walked up stairs into my room and pulled the sheets back in place on my bed. I lay on the now made bed and drift to sleep. I only slept for an hour before I am woken by my nightmares. As I push myself up. Then I hear the door open. I rush down the stairs.

" Jesus Clara!" Sam yelled at me before I said anything. He rushed over and hugged me.

" What?" I asked as I hugged him.

" The screaming?" He said.

"Oh..." I said looking down. " Well I'm fine." I smiled back up at him.

" Didn't sound fine." Dean said as he walked in after Sam. He slightly pushed Sam out of the way and I smiled. He hugged me and I sighed as I did the same.

" Oh right..." I said after hugging Dean. I turned to Sam. I coiled my fist and hit his hard on the arm.

" Hey! What was that for!" he said rubbing his arm and Dean laughed. I turned to Dean and punched him just as hard.

" What the hell did I do?" He asked as the brothers stood next to each other rubbing their arms.

" That is for never answering my calls." I said pointing. They both huff. Dean walks off to the kitchen and gets a beer for Sam and himself. "Why don't you ever answer?"

" We have been a bit busy." Dean said as they sat on the couch.

" Oh busy?" I questioned as I sat in he chair across from them. " I never would have guessed." I rolled my eyes with sarcasm. " Well let's hear it. What have you two been up to." I smile at them as I cross my legs and lean in a bit to listen. " And none of 'the usual' crap. I want to hear all of it." I said with seriousness. They looked at each other and sighed. " Come on... out with it." I smiled.

So Sam and Dean did what I asked. They told me all about the months they hunted. All the demons and monsters they faced. Then they told me about the spirit in their old house. The spirit trying to hurt a family. They told me their Mom's spirit was keeping them alive and when the evil one attacked they got to see her again. I smiled as Dean smiled telling me the story. Sam didn't look as happy as Dean.

As they talked about their hunts they both started to realize I hadn't said much in the three hours they sat talking. When they stopped I just looked between the two with a smile.

" I miss this." I said quietly. " I miss hearing about the Winchester adventures hell I miss having my own." I smiled as I sat back in my seat.

" You could always go back to hunting..." Dean started.

" I don't think that's possible." I smiled to him.

" Why?" Sam asked.

"I have different bad guys to put in their place." I smiled as I pulled out my badge. They sat there staring at the real FBI badge for a good three minutes.

" Wow ours look so fake compared to yours." Sam laughed.

" Like toys." Dean laughed as they handed it back to me. " So you really are over hunting." he smiled. I nodded. " Good." He said. I noticed as Dean's mood shifted a bit. His smile faded a bit. " If you excuse me Agent Walsh I have something to take care of." he said as he stood grabbed his keys from the table and walked out of the house. I watched in confusion then looked to Sam as he sighed and ran a hair through his shaggy hair.

" Umm... what?" I asked and Sam just shook his head. " What's his problem?" I asked as I heard the Impala start and take off. I was even more confused. " Sam?" I asked.

" He is just..." he tried to lie and I looked down at him as I stood with my hands on my hips. He smirked. " I have no idea." He said as he stood and was bigger then me.

I sighed. " Well Sammy, it's obvious you do too much traveling and never have time for a hair cut." I said rustling his hair. " I don't care you need one." I said grabbing his hand and pulling him to the kitchen. I sat him down in a chair and found a pair of scissors. He huffed in annoyance. " Oh hush." I said slapping his slightly.

" Be gentle." he laughed.

As I cut away at his long hair i heard him yawn and sigh. " So you going to tell me what's keeping you up at night?" I asked. He shook his head. " Sam you left me a message saying you have seen Jessica everywhere. I can tell you're not sleeping. Just talk to me maybe I can help." I said turning his head so I can cut evenly.

" It really nothing. Just I see her from time to time. Just standing on the street corner or sitting in the park." he shrugged. " Then when I close my eyes all I see is her dying." he sighed as he hung his head.

" I'm sorry." I sigh. " I can't imagine seeing that every night when I close my eyes." I sigh as I bunch up his hair that fell on the ground and throw it in the trash.

" Yeah because you haven't been seeing anything." he rolled his eyes.

" I don't know what you are talking about." I said.

" Clara." Sam says pulling at my arm and making me sit down.

" It's nothing." I smiled. He shakes his head and looks down. I sigh. " Fine, it's always different but the hell hounds... they are reoccurring." I said looking down.

" Hell hounds?" he asked.

" Invisible dogs from hell." I laughed. " Killing everyone." I sigh as the tears start to come back up. I clear my throat. " Can we talk about something else?" I asked as I stood and tried to walk away. Sa, grabbed my arm again and pulled me into him. He wrapped his long arms around me and I sighed as I hugged him back.

" I'm gonna try to get some sleep. So should you." Sam said after a few minutes of quiet and he let got of me.

" Yeah..." I smiled as he walked up the stairs. I sighed as I took my waiting place on the couch. I had to wait till Dean got back. I had to see what his problem was. The sun was going down as I fell asleep. I lay half hanging off the couch finally able to get some peace. I'm sure it had been at least three or four hours because it was just about midnight when I was awoken by a slamming door and someone stumbling and a table almost falling over.

" ah what the hell." Dean tried to whisper but it was louder than he thought. I sat up quickly rubbing my eyes just in time to watch him trip over himself and crash into the wall the floor. He started laughing.

" Dean?" I asked as I stood and walked over to him. He was still laughing. As I got closer all I could smell was alcohol. " Are you seriously drunk?" I asked with a huff.

" Clara!" He yelled grabbing my head with both hands and squashing my cheeks.

" Sh!" I said ripping his hands off me. " you'll wake up the whole damn town." I said and he laughed.

" No I gotta tell you something." he said grabbing my face again as I tried to lift him up.

" Well how about we get you to bed first." I said and he helped me get him up. I pulled his arm around my shoulders and he help on tightly. I have never seen him so drunk. Usually he would have a few and then go to sleep. He could barely walk up the stairs and he led me into my room. I didn't stop him as I basically pushed him to the bed.

On his way down he pulled me down with him. I landed on to of him and he smiled. I shook my head and tried to push myself up." No." he said. "stay. Please." he asked as he moved over so I could sit next to him.

" Alright." I said as he put his head back down on the pillow and I sat next to him.

" You waited up for me." he pointed out.

" yeah." I nodded looking at him. His eyes looked at me and then the ceiling but his eyes closed quickly. "We were talking and you got up and left. I wanted to know why?" I asked.

He opened his eyes and looked to me. He placed his hand on mine and smile. " me and Sammy we are going to miss havin' you around Clara." he said with a small smile. I tilted my head at him in confusion.

" Where am I going?" I asked.

" Well you'll go back to Virginia and fight crime and me and Sammy will stay here fighting evil... then we will catch the demon and then Sam will leave and I'll keep going." He said with a sigh.

" Why is Sam leaving?" I asked.

" He wants to go back to school. After he gets the thing that killed Jess he'll go back to his normal life." Dean said holding my hand even tighter.

" And you'll be?" I asked.

" Who knows!" He shrugged. " Hell I may die next week." he laughed.

" That's not funny." I shook my head and took my hand back and pushed away from him. He laughed a bit then saw the seriousness in my eyes and he stopped. " You should get some sleep." I said as I tried to stand up.

I grabbed my arm and pulled me back down. " Please." he asked as I fell next to him. I saw the pain and seriousness in his eyes and felt my heart-break for him.

I sighed with a smile. "Fine but stop talking about you dying." I said.

"Why?" He asked.

" Because." I snapped back at him. "I don't want to hear it. Ever." I said sitting up and he watched me turn my back on him.

" Can't avoid it Clara." He said back to me.

" Yeah well you try!" I snapped again he pushed away from me a bit. "Your 27 Dean you are waaaay to young to be talking about dying." I push at him.

" Comes with the job." he said and I stood up and balled my fists. I was so angry. How could he be saying this. He sat up as he noticed how white my fists were turning.

"STOP THAT!" I yelled at him. " HOW CAN YOU TALK THAT WAY!" I yell again and he stands up and is unsteady. He tries to walk around me but I stand in his way and he looks down. " Dean." I put a hand on his shoulder and he throws it away with some force. He pushes me out of the way and I trip over my foot and fall to the ground. He stops and looks down at me with regret and anger. That is what sends me over the edge. " WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I yell at him as I stand and jump on his back. I wrap my arm around his neck tight enough to get him to stumble a bit. He pushes me off and I land on my feet. I grab the back of his shirt and pull him back. He tips back and I push him into the wall with all I have. Sure he was drunk and was unsteady but I didn't care. Dean was pissing me off. His head bounced off the wall and he caught himself before he fell back.

He paused and then he turned to me with pain and anger in his eyes. I am breathing hard and he can see how angry I am. He shakes his head at me. "Child." He whispers.

" A child?" I ask walking forward. " You think I'm a child?" I asked.

" You act like one." he utters to me.

I huff in exhaustion. I step close to him and he stares down at me. I shake my head back at him and elbow him in the side and he coughs out as he shuffles back. I reach forward and grab his shirt and pull him forward. I punch him in the stomach.

" Sometimes you are the most irritating, aggravating, stupid, dumbest, crude, thoughtless, thick, and reckless son of a bitch I have ever met!" I yell at him and with ever insult I throw a punch which he stops with his hands. He only watches my eyes as the anger turns to hurt and emotion.

" oh yeah?" He asks taking my arms and crossing them over my body and turning me around and pushing me into the wall. " And you are the most childish, blind, dazed, and..." he stopped when he saw what he was doing. His grip was getting tighter with every word and his anger was rising. His eyes got wide and he looked scared as he let go quickly and backed away. I dropped my arms to my side as I looked up at him. He couldn't look at me. He was breathing heavily and it looked like he was going to pass out.

" Dean?" I asked stepping closer to him and he quickly jumped away from me putting his arms away.

" no." he said quietly. His eyes darted between me and his hands.

His face started to lose its colour and his breathing was rising. " Dean." I stepped closer and he put his arms up again and shook his head. I swear I saw a tear form in his eye before they rolled back in his head and fell to hard to the ground. " Dean!" I said rushing to his side and he didn't answer. I put a hand to his neck and exhaled with the pulse was still fine. Then I almost exploded with laugher as I heard him start to snore. I smiled and shook my head.

Thank you all so much for the lovely reviews! :) I love when people like what I write! :) anyways I'm still working on the next chapter... may just maybe I'll have one up before I fall asleep! xo