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Clary whimpered in Luke's arms as they walked quickly through the hospital. "It's gonna be ok, kiddo", he assured her "just hold on". He stepped into an empty hospital room, Jocelyn following.
"I'll go find Sam and Dean", the red head said before darting out of the room.
"Stay strong Clary", Luke said, placing her down on the bed. He sat down on the chair beside the bed and took hold of his step daughter's hand. The werewolf wasn't waiting very long until his wife came back in with Sam.
As if the ginger could sense him, which as he was one of her soulmates it was highly likely, Clary opened her eyes. "Sam", she murmured.
"Hey", Sam softly greeted. He stepped up to the bed, getting down to her eyelevel. Luke and Jocelyn watched him tentatively touch her face, Clary leaning into his touch.
"What happened?" Clary asked, noting the several scratches on his face.
"A hunt went very wrong", Sam told her vaguely.
"Dean?" Clary questioned, worried for the older Winchester.
"He's in a coma", Sam reluctantly replied "the doctor's don't even know if he'll even wake up".
"I have to see him", Clary said trying to sit up but Luke stopped her.
"Clary, I don't think that's such as good idea", he said. Clary looked at Sam and he nodded, understanding that she wanted to see her other soulmate. Not only would it help her feel better but there was a chance that her presence would help Dean too. After all, the bond was two-way.
"Clary, sweetheart, you really should rest", Jocelyn insisted when Sam helped her up.
"Mom, I have to see Dean", Clary said firmly "if you were in my place, you'd do the same". Her mother stayed quiet, knowing that her daughter was right. The woman stopped Luke from going after the pair when they left the room.
"Its best we stay out of the way for the moment", Jocelyn said. Luke opened his mouth to protest but when she gave him a look, he shut up.
Clary leaned on Sam as he walked toward Dean's room. "Oh my god", the young woman breathed, moving away from him when she saw the older Winchester laying in the hospital bed "Dean". She went over to his bed, sinking down in the chair. Sam watched her reach out and touch the back of his hand. "You can't go anywhere, do you hear me?" she said, trying not to cry "I can't lose you".
"I'm not going anywhere Clary, I promise", Dean said placing a hand on her shoulder. Clary gasped at the contact. It didn't feel cold, in fact it felt rather…warm.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"There's a warmth on my shoulder, I think its Dean", Clary replied. The warmth intensified telling her that she was right. The ginger glanced at Sam "It's definitely him", she confirmed.
"If his spirit is here then we can contact him", Sam said, more to himself than Clary "Stay here, I'll be back soon". Before his soulmate could reply, he left the room.
"I have no idea what your brother is up to but hopefully he won't be gone long, just like he promised", Clary said.
It was about an hour later when Sam came back with a brown paper bag in his arms "what's in the bag?" Clary asked, looking at him. She raised her eyebrows when he showed her the Ouija Board.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me", Dean complained.
Sam walked around the bed and sat cross legged on the floor. "You think this is going to work?" Clary questioned, joining him.
"Only one way to find out", Sam said putting his finger on the planchette. Clary put her finger on it too, as did Dean.
"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party", Dean commented.
"Dean? Are you here?" Sam questioned. He and Clary watched the planchette move over to 'YES' on the board.
"I'll be damned", Dean half laughed, rather surprised it worked. Sam and Clary both gave each other relieved looks.
"It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean", Sam said, happily.
"Damn straight", Dean agreed. He started to move the planchette around the board, slowly spelling out a word: HUNT.
"Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Sam asked. He and Clary watched the planchette slide back to 'YES'.
"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" Sam pressed.
"Dean can only answer one question at a time", Clary said.
"Thank you, Clary", Dean said, glad that the ginger understood. He then started to spell out another word: REAPER.
Sam and Clary exchanged looks, only this one was one of worry. If a Reaper was after him then it was there naturally, there was no way to stop it. "What do we do?" Clary asked "you can't kill death".
"Which means I'm screwed", Dean griped.
"I'm not giving up. There has to be another way", Sam said firmly, standing up "I'll be back in a second". Before he could leave however, Dean suddenly gasped awake, choking on the tube that was down his throat. In a flash , Clary was by his side, lightly grasping his hand. Sam, on the other hand, raced to the door. "I need help in here!" he shouted.
Within moments, a doctor entered the room and carefully removed the tube. "I'll be back in a moment to run some tests", he told Dean and then left. As soon as he'd gone, Clary carefully hugged the older Winchester.
"Thank god you're ok", she said utterly relieved that he was awake though she was confused as to how he'd regained consciousness so quickly. How did he manage to escape the Reaper? And so soon after he told them that was what was in the hospital. She pulled back "please be more careful next time. I can't lose you" she glanced at Sam "either of you".
"You won't", Dean croaked, making Clary look at him "I don't plan on going anywhere, anytime soon sweetheart".
"Good", Clary said with a small smile "and I'm gonna hold you to it".