She spent the day with the Winchesters in the bunker. She made up a story how she was in that house because she was watering the plants for her aunt. They talked a lot. With Dean she could talk about movies and cars, while with Sam it was all just books.
All the knowledge she had of those things she gained when she was still a normal human. Before Lucifer came along and made her extraordinary. For the first time it felt like remembering the past was not so bad. Not that she remebered much anyway.
In the night however she dreamt.
She was back in Hell in her chambers. Her father entered.
"How is your mission going?" he aksed. He did that a lot. Talked to her through her dreams.
"I believe I gained their trust completly. It is only a matter of time until I get a good chance and move in"
Lucifer nodded approvingly and kissed her forehead "You are doing well, daughter"
When she woke up it was still night. The Winchesters were kind enough to give her one of the bedrooms. Now after seeing her father she was again fully aware of the mission. Yesterday's light talk with the brothers was a foolsih mistake. She cannot allow herself to stray from the mission again!
She sat up in her bed and took the Soul blade in her hand. It looked quite ordinary, no larger than a normal hunting knife. The blade was completly white, while the hilt was wrapped with a black bandage. It looked blunt, but she knew it was sharper than anything. She didn't know the origin of the knife, but the fact that you cannot be resurrected after dying of this knife, made her feel powerful. It gave her joy.
She smiled.
Yesterday's nostalgia and emotions were forgotten, right now she wanted to kill.
She took the knife and head out to find the room of Sam Winchester. What she wasn't prepared for was that the hallways all looked the same. And the bunker was one hell of a big place. She had no idea where Sam's room was.
She tried the first door and they made a very loud squilling noise. This is not gonna work she thought. They'll be awake long before I find the right door.
She sighed.
There was no more sleeping for her tonight so she headed for the kitchen. With a few wrong turns she found it.
She opened the fridge and looked inside.
Where was the freaking milk?
Her head was in the fridge but she sensed a presence behind her.
A hand touched her shoulder, without thinking she grabbed it, turned it over and threw the owner of the hand on the ground. Not a moment later she was on top of the person, pinchig them on the ground.
"It's me, It's me!" Sam said. Clea looked at the person beneath her. She was sitting on his stomach, he was breathing heavily, taken by suprise. His chest covered with a tight shirt, was going up and down. She was staring at him. His sharp cheekbones, deep eyes, messy hear... She could almost say the man was beauti...
She climbed of off him "I'm so sorry" she said "It was a reflex"
"Don't worry about it" he said smiling, while they both got up.
Suddenly she reaised, she had no desire to kill him anymore. And that scared her, more than she would admit.