"NO!" They were chasing me. Those damn invisible hounds. Barking. Snarling. Growling. They were so close and jumped at me. Dean and Sam came running and started shooting but nothing happened. The hound started ripping at me and the boys threw things to get its attention. " Sam Dean run!" I yell at them but the hounds catch them. They jump and blood is everywhere. They both cry out in pain as their faces and bodies are being slashed by claws. I scream out " NO!". Sam and Dean lay still as I scream and the dogs have gone. I rush to them and they are choking. They lay dying as I try my best to stop the bleeding. They look at me and their fading eyes turn completely black. I push back a bit. " Your fault! We were trying to help you! The hounds want you!" Sam says as Dean still chocks on blood. "please..." The tears flow harder than ever. "You can't..." Then the black fades and all that is left is blood and two dead Winchesters. It's quiet then I hear the barking again. I get up to run but the dog is already onto me. It just jumps and rips away. I kick and scream.
" Clara!" My shoulders were being tugged and shaken. My eyes shoot open and I sit up quickly and push away form whoever is touching me. I can't breathe. " Clara! Calm down." Dean says firmly and grabs my shoulders. I grab at his hands and realize I am awake and the hell hounds are gone and he is alive. I take a deep breath and sigh. I close my eyes and look down. " What the hell?" he asks me.
I let his hands go and push back and lean my back on the headboard. I tilt my head back to touch as Dean just stares at me. " um nightmare I guess." I shrugged at my answer. I was so tired of waking up to these. I rub my face with my hand and I can still feel his eyes on me.
" You guess?" He asked not believing me. " That happened yesterday didn't it?" he asked. I didn't answer and looked away. " Clara?" he asked.
I sighed. " yeah... but it's not just yesterday and now..." I sigh.
" How long?" He asks his voice has a tint of worry as he scoots next to me. I shrug. " Don't lie to me." He said nudging me.
"The barking started a few months before my father died... and after I met John they just never went away... a few weeks every now and again they stay away but then it jus jumps back into a cycle." I said looking down.
" Barking?" he asks.
" Like an angry dog... well more like a Hell Hound." I said looking at him and he just looked back. "But no big deal not like I can't handle it." I smiled to him.
" you sure?" he asked.
" Yeah." I smiled.
" Hey Clara?" he asks as I lean over and place my head on his shoulder. "About last night..."
" Forgotten." I say before he can finish his sentence. He sighs a bit and it quiet for a minute before I start talking. Me and Dean sat for a few hours talking. Not about anything special or of import just random little things. After a bit Sam heard our laughing and joined us. I sat with the boys for a few more hours before their phones rang. I watched as they both stood and reached for them quickly. I didn't pay attention to the phone call just looked between them. I had missed them more than I thought. I knew by the looks they gave each other a job was now theirs. So I stood as they hung up. Sam looked to Dean. " Well boys! This was fun but I gotten get back to Virginia before tomorrow." I smiled at they looked to me. " I can see duty calls so go fight evil and keep in touch." I smile. " And I'm serious."
Dean and Sam looked to Clara. They knew this would be the last time they saw her for a long time. They just had that feeling. Like something bad or big was going to happen and they wouldn't make it back to see her anytime soon. They both smiled to her. She was no doubt smaller than them but every bit as tough. Sam thought about his friend constantly. Wondering how she was and if she was safe, and Dean just constantly worried about her being alone. They had spent so much time looking out for her and for her to be alone made him nervous. He watched as she hugged Sam first and when she turned to him and smiled he hated himself. She hugged him and when she let go him and Sam left. He heard her sigh as they walked out.
" you know this time if we don't call every so often she might kill us." Sam said as they drove away from the house.
"Yeah." Dean nodded as he drove.
" Dean are you alright?" Sam asked.
" yeah... just thinking." Dean answered.
" There was a lot of yelling coming from her room last night... anything happen?" Sam nudged his brother with a smile.
" Yeah I was way over drunk and almost hit her." Dean spat at Sam.
" You what?!" Sam snapped.
" I didn't mean to... and I stopped but the thing is in the morning she wasn't mad, and she stopped yelling." Dean said shaking his head.
" She wasn't mad?" Sam asked. He was sure Clara would have thrown a fit.
"No. She just said it was forgotten and not to talk about it again." Dean sighed as he drove further and further away.
" Well count your self lucky she cares a lot more than most women." Sam said looking out the window.
" What?" Dean sounded alarmed.
Sam laughed a bit at his blind brother. " Nothing. Just don't push your luck. Sometimes people care more than they show." Sam said looking at his brother as confusion took over. Sam knew damn well what was going on. Clara had proven to care more about Dean then any other man other than him and Bobby. Sam noticed the smile that crept up on her every time she saw him. And Sam was defiantly aware of how Dean felt. Sure he was way to stubborn to ever admit he had feelings for Clara but that didn't mean Sam couldn't see it. Dean seemed to be an open book around Clara. Anyone else he would shut up and close down. Then there was the way he talked about her sometimes. They would be off on a hunt and Sam would mention her and Dean would smile and the conversation would go on forever. Sam wasn't stupid. He could see it. It's just ridiculous how they couldn't.