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Clara washed her face and then dried it with a towel. Blood had caked itself on her skin, not her own of course, and she sighed at the tore up shirt. Great. Now she'd ruined another one.
She changed from her torn, battle frayed garments and slid into the shower, washing the death and carnage from her.
Her cold demeanor had been a front initially, a way of dealing with the loss of Sam. Eventually, though, it had worked its way into her heart, to the point where she didn't even flinch as she plunged blades into bodies and watched bullets tear through flesh.
Stepping out of the shower, she couldn't help but think about the first night she had spent with Sam, and she felt emotion tug at her heart.
No, she thought. Don't think about it.
She dressed quickly, pulling on cargo pants and a red plaid shirt. She tied on a heavy pair of work boots and slid her gun into the small of her back, as well as several blade into her boots. She clipped a flask of holy water to her belt and opened the bathroom door.
She, Charlie, and Jo were staying at a crappy motel in Montana as they tracked down the demon Kaela, who would led them to Rowena. River had taken a team into California to look into some mysterious deaths, and Castiel had taken the others to search for weapons.
Jo was sharpening her blade on the bed, and Charlie was talking to Hannah, who had popped in to give a report and see her lover. Jo greeted Clara, but she ignored her and picked up the newspaper, looking for anything suspicious.
As Hannah left, Charlie joined her team.
"Hannah has a lead on Kaela," she said. "Two miles outside of town. If we leave now we can get there just in time to sneak up on her in the dark."
"Let's go, then," Clara said, grabbing her coat and heading for the car.
They knew only little about the demon Kaela. She was known as a poplar crossroads demon, and had at one time been strictly loyal to Crowley. With Rowena in the picture, though, Kaela used her past as a witch to follow the witch and her plans of ruling hell and, eventually, moving on to bigger fish.
"Take the guards," Clara ordered Jo when they arrived at the well guarded estate. "And you cover my back," she told Charlie.
They fought their way in with relative ease, and Kaela was waiting for them.
She had short orange hair cropped close to her head, and ice blue eyes. She wore little, just a black dress and stockings that left little to the imagination. She smiled, and her eyes turned red.
"Well, well, well," she said. "Look here. Charlie's Angels."
"Let me make this easy for you," Clara said. "I want Rowena's location."
Kaela laughed. "And are you going to kill me if I don't tell, pet?"
Jo and Charlie were slammed against the wall with force, and Clara found herself unable to move. Kaela stood and slowly worked her way to Clara, laying a hand on her shoulder and tracing her arm.
"You're so tiny," Kaela said circling her and stopping behind her. She slid her hands down Clara's hips and laid her chin on her shoulder. "But so angry." She chuckled. "Feisty." She trailed her nose along Clara's shoulder, making Clara shudder involuntarily.
"I haven't had a playmate in such a long time," Kaela whispered against Clara's ear. "I always end up breaking my toys." She squeezed Clara's hips and dug her nails into her skin. "But I bet you'd last longer than the others, wouldn't you?" she laughed, biting Clara's earlobe gently and nuzzling her neck.
"I'm going to kill you," Clara ground out, still unable to move. "Slowly."
"Ooh, Clara, you're already so much fun. I can't wait to play with you." She stepped away, returning to Clara's front, where the demon twirled a piece of Clara's hair. "Do you like games?" she smiled. "My favorite is hangman."
She raised her hand, and Jo rose into the hair, grabbing at her throat as though an invisible rope held her there – which, Clara realized with horror, it did.
"Are you having fun?" Kaela laughed gleefully. When Jo fell unconscious, she let her drop to the floor. "Oh, I won't kill her," she pouted. "I'll give her and your other friend to the hounds. They haven't had a good meal in such a long time."
"Leave them be," Clara hissed.
"Or what?" Kaela smiled brightly. She caught Clara's chin with her hand and brought her own face close, slamming her lips against Clara's and kissing her deeply.
Clara took her chance and kissed back, which seemed to please Kaela, who opened her mouth wider to taste her new present. Clara's eyes snapped open, though, and she bit down on the demons lip, hard. She tasted blood and watched as Kaela shoved away, blood gushing from her lip.
Kaela laughed, watching blood drip onto her hand. "Roughhousing." Her eyes turned red. "I like it."
She released Clara from her bind, and Clara jumped forward, slamming her fist into Kaela's jaw. Kaela stumbled back, looking amused as Clara tackled her to the floor, holding a blade above the demons heart.
"You're good," Kaela said. "But not that good." With speed like Clara had never seen before, she switched positions, throwing Clara off and onto the floor. She held her wrists down and laughed. "We're going to have a good time, Oswald!" She put her knee on Clara's throat, pushing down and making Clara gag and try to catch air.
Kaela gasped though as a blade went through her chest from behind. It just missed her heart, though, and Kaela tipped her head back and smoked out, smashing through a window and into the night.
Clara gasped for breath as she regained her vision. She looked up, expecting to see Jo or Charlie, but gasped when she saw who had really stabbed the demon.
Sam didn't even say anything as he scooped Clara's small frame from the floor and held her close, strong arms wrapping around her and never, ever wanting to let go.
Clara was in shock. She blinked, but didn't move. What was happening? Who was hugging her?
She breathed deep and caught his scent, his delicious scent, and she remembered. Emotion flooded back into her, and tears sprang to her eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed until he pulled away. He took her face in his hands and kissed her gently, and Clara felt the most amazing feeling in the world – love.
He was alive and here was here and he was okay. That was what kept going through Clara's mind as she leaned into him, tasting him and loving the feel of her lips on his. When he pulled away, she thought for sure she'd open her eyes and he'd be gone. To her great joy, though, he was still there, and Clara laughed for the first time in months.
"How?" she cried, smiling through her tears as she touched his hair, his face, his arms. She was absolutely beaming.
"I just couldn't stay away," he smiled at her, and in that moment Clara didn't care how he was here, just that he was here, with her, alive and well and perfect.
"Sam." Dean joined them, holding the still unconscious Jo in his arms. "We've gotta get out of here before they send in more demons."
Sam nodded and took Clara's hand, guiding her out into the night.
