Dean woke with a minor headache. His back was stiff and when his eyes opened he realized why. He was on the ground. He looked around quickly and noticed he was just inches from Clara's bed. He looked up to see her laying on the end looking down at him with a small smile.

" Well hello there sleeping beauty." She smiled and spoke softly. " Care to finish sleeping on an actual bed?" She asked with a small laugh. He tried to sit up but his head was pounding more. He put a hand to his head and noticed how hot it was. " Ah I see the booze is slowly wearing off." She said looking down at him. He groaned and then everything came back to him. How they had fought and he grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. His eyes grew in terror and she noticed right away. " relax." She said reaching for his hand.

Did that really happen? I thought. I would never hurt her in a million years but did I really grab her and pin her on the wall? She did hit me continuously. I looked up to her hand she held out for me. I didn't want to take it. She shook her head and smiled.

"Fine stay down there. Mattress is more comfy then the floor but hey what ever." She shrugged taking her hand back and tucking it under her cheek as she fidgeted a bit. Why was she acting so kind suddenly. I looked up to the clock. " Been passed out on the floor for a good three hours now." She said looking at the clock then the ground. " And believe me I tried but it isn't easy getting your heavy ass up." She let out a small smile. I still didn't understand. How could she not be mad. " Dean seriously stop staring and just get into bed and go back to sleep." She ordered and I stood up slowly. I didn't need to be told twice to climb into a bed next to her. I walked over slowly as he watched and turned toward me. I laid down and looked at the ceiling closing my eyes. " You going to tell me what the hell just happened or we just not going to talk about the minor breakdown?" She asked me and I sighed slowly turning my head to her opening my eyes a bit.

Those big brown eyes looking at me for answers. Those same brown eyes that I was in love with when I was 18. Somethings never change. How was I supposed to stick to my hunting life, do my job when all I can think about is waking up to those eyes for my whole life? If my dad was here now he would beat it out of me. Beat the love out of you.

" I..." I said and I sighed. " I'm so sorry." I said quietly and she seemed to smile a bit. " I didn't mean to...I would never..."

" I know." She smiled at me. " You wanna tell me why you took off and come back drunk and annoying?" She laughed. I sighed. Her laugh. I mentally smacked myself.

" I don't know. Just did." I shrugged. That was the truth. I don't know why I left I just got up and went to drink. That's when I started to feel the small stings all over. " Wait... you were hitting me..." I said.

" Well you deserved it." She said back to me not even hesitating. " Talking about dying.. I should have knocked you out myself... but the liquor took care of that." She said with a smirk.

" Dying? SO you hit me?" I asked in confusion then I remembered how angry she got when I talked about the job being the death of me. " You were angry... why?" I asked.

"Dean your 27 you can't die." She said with a shake of her head. " Plus if you died we would just have to bring you back." She shrugged. I smiled at her. " No I'm serious I swear to God if I get that phone call from Bobby or visit from Sam telling me you died with those sad puppy eyes I'll kill you... again." She said and I smiled again. It was cute how tough she acted. Well she was tough, tougher than anyone I have ever met but I knew she had just as many feelings and emotions. That one tear she left fall ever now and again showed all her pain. Just one tear. It was powerful but heart breaking.

" but..."

She quickly put her hand over my mouth stopping me from talking. " No. Don't even." She said raising her eyebrows at me. " Dean Winchester will die when he is 90 or over sitting in some run down old house talking to young hunters and giving them advice on how to kill evil." She said. " Got it?" She asked letting go of my mouth so I could talk. I was about to disagree but she repeated "got it?" with more anger in her tone.

" Got it." I nodded to her.

"Maybe throw some grandkids running around." She winked at me and I stopped smiling.

" Kinda need a girl first." I shook my head.

"Well one of these days she will burst through a door and you won't be able to look away." She smiled. " You'll be a handful of badass." She smiled. I just chuckled a bit but said nothing back. It was quiet as she closed her eyes and she started to hum. My eyes didn't leave her as her humming slowly stopped. She was fast asleep and once her humming stopped she started to twitch and her face scrunched up a bit every so often. She started to make a soft and not a good moan. Her breathing started to get heavy and even though her eyes were closed it looked like she was out of breath and scared. "no. Stop." She whispered out. "Dean...Sam..." She said in a small cry. I started to worry as she started to move more. I slowly reached out to shake her awake when she started screaming "Nooo!"