Waking up in unknown bed in unknown room was not her thing. She didn't like not knowing where she was or where was the quickest way to escape. She liked to have things under control. She liked being in charge of herself and others.
She looked down on herself. Her wounds were patched up and bandaged. So one of the Winchesters had to take off her shirt to do that, she figured. But at least she was still in her clothes though they were soaked in blood.
The room she found herself in was quite big. There was only bed and a wardrobe in the corner. It didn't look like a motel or hospital room. They apperantly brought her to the bunker. She did her resarch on the Winchesters so she knew about the men of letters and their bunker. She was just never inside, until now.
A sound came from the door. Clea avtomaticly reached for her knife.
Damn it! It was not there!
The door opened.
"Hey, you're awake"
Sam walked in "I just wanted to check on you and maybe change your bandages"
Clea looked down and realised bandages were all red.
"What happened?" She asked making sure her voice sounded scared.
"You had a few nasty scars but I patched you up. You still bleed from the wounds a bit, but you'll be fine"
She nodded "And the demon?" She asked
"Dead" he said.
Awkward silence fell on the room.
"So.." She said "Sam yes? Where exactly am I?"
"We brought you to he bunker?" He said
"The what?" Clea played dumb.
"The bunker"'he repeated "I'll exlpain later, first we need to take care of you, okay?" he waved with the first aid he had in his hand Clea didn't notice before.
She didn't know what to do. Someone else taking care of her wounds was completly under her pride. She fought alone and after the fight she managed to heal herself on her own. This saved by others was not somethig she would enjoy. It was bad enough he stiched and bandaged her once, although it was true she would die if he didn't.
But now it was different. She was Clea the best of Slayers, she took care of herself, she didn't need help.
But she was not Clea anymore, was she. Here she was Lily, ordinary hunter, who took help if she needed it, who felt pain and who would let Sam bandaged her wounds.
"Okay" Clea said. With permission he sat on the bed beside Clea and took her arm.
Slowly he unwrapped the bandage. They were both quiet, watching her hand. He unwrapped the whole bandage but the end of it was sticked to the wound by dried blood.
"This will hurt" he said and without further warning he pulled of the bandage.
That took all of air out of Clea's lungs.
Unprepaird for the pain.
Reckless!
She exailed the air and Sam was already putting up a new bandage.
She noticed how he wasn't all sweet and apologetic if he was a bit rough with the bandage. He ripped the sticked part off, instead of pulling it off nicley and slowly as they would probably done in the hospital.
She liked that. It seemed that he didn't underastemate her, as he shouldn't because he'll soon be dead.
After managing the other arm too she took off her shirt so Sam could replace the bandage on the stomach. She didn't care if somebody saw her shirtless at all, what she did care was if somebody saw her vulnerable as she was now.
As he changed the bandage his hands brushed her stomach. The skin on his hands was rough. But she realised that she welcomed the touch. It was tender and somehow caring. For a dead man, she was back to reality.
After he managed the last wound he said "Okay, so you're all cleand up. I imagine you would want some clean clothes?"
Clea looked down and saw she was covered in blood and that new clothes would be acceptable.
"Unfortunatley we don't have much girls around here but I can lend you one of my shirts"
Just like in some romantic comedy when she goes around in only his shirt and panties, yeah right. She thought but kept her comment for herself.
She nodded "That be great, thanks"
When she got his shirt she went to the bathroom and changed. She kept on her pants. They were only ripped a little bit on her thigh and there was not a lot of blood around because the demon left knife in.
Shirt was real big, but it smelled nice, at least for a dead man. She grinned.
She has to stay here for a few more days and wait for a good moment to kill Sam. But first she has to find her Soul blade again.
She walked out and trough a lot of hallways came to the big hall.
She must say she was impressed. There was a whole bunch of books everywhere. She liked books when she was a normal girl.
Focus!
She mentally slapped herslef. She haven't though about her past in a long time. As she shouldn't!
"Welcome back to the living" she heard from behind. She turned and smiled at the person
"Dean" she said "Nice to see you again"
"You too kid" he grinned "I only wish we would meet under a better circumstances" he said"You were pretty fucked up when we brought you in"
She shrugged her shoulders "Just a normal day then" they laughed.
"So how you doin'?" She asked. Sam came in at that time.
"Still working on whole Lucifer-king thing" Sam said. Clea chuckled.
"I needed some time too. Tell me, did you by any chance took that knifes of off the demon? They were mine and very dear to me"
Sam nodded and handed her the two knifes, which previously layed on the table. When she took the knifes from him their hands touched. She shivered.
Focus! Said the voice in her head. But she couldn't help not to look at his eyes. They were this incredibly greenish-brown colour. They were compassionate and reminded her of the time when she... Focus! She looked away. "Am, thanks"
The Soul knife was back in her hands. All was well now.