"C'mon, lets go." Sam was tense, and Dean could tell he wasn't alright.
"Sammy, I know." He answered. "But you can't let your emotions get in the way of a job. I think we should get Bobby and Ellen in on this one."
"My emotions are not getting in the way!"
"Yea, they are. You kissed the girls forehead, you never kiss anyone's forehead, and now you kiss hers."
"So?"
"You have feelings for the girl you just met!"
"So do you!"
"Nah, I just want to get laid. Big difference."
"Fine forget it. I'll call Ellen, you get a hold of Bobby."
Each went off in separate directions, both pulling out their phones.
"Hey Ellen. Yea, it's Sam...Yea, Dean and I are all right..."
"Hey Bobby. We got a job we could use some help with."
"Yea, okay. Thanks Ellen. See you soon."
"Yep, see ya Bobby."
They hung up and faced each other.
"Helen?"
"On her way, and Bobby?"
"A few towns over. Should be here in an hour."
"Okay. I found your car. Asked someone if they saw it go by, they said they saw where it went."
"Right, so where is it?"
"Two blocks over, another foreclosed home."
"Okay, lets wait for Bobby and Helen."
"No, since when do you wait?"
"Since it involves your emotions. Now wait."
"No. I'm going. With or without you."
"Sammy!" Dean called as Sam stormed out of the motel. Scribbling a quick letter, he left the address for Ellen and Bobby. He chased after Sam, catching him almost a block away. "Sam, wait up."
"You're not stopping me."
"No, I'm coming with you. Stupid as it is." They walked the street, nearing the foreclosed home.
One thought lay on Sam's mind. Clara. And on Dean's mind a different subject- the fact that Sam was so ready to fight, when he'd known this girl for a matter of hours and the fact that this girl had been dead. Twice. She wasn't usual.
The two quickly made their way to the foreclosed house. This one, like the last, seemed empty but it had to be a ruse. Dean had two guns on him, being smart enough to have left one in the hotel and have on on him, which happened to be an upside due to the fact the demon guy had taken their car. He gave on to Sam and they cautiously stepped in. They checked the upper leverls, and ground floor before Dean spotted the basement door. They went down, armed and ready to fire. It was dark, and only one light shown dimly throughout the room. Underneath that light, lay a limp, lifeless body.
"Clara!" Sam almost shouted. Dean locked his jaw, knowing it was the worst thing for Sam to have done. Sam, on the other hand, fell onto his knees, lifting her head onto his lap. "Clara, please be okay..." His head turned up to Dean as he gently rocked back and forth. "Still breathing."
"Sam, behind you!" Dean snapped. Sam turned his head, not wanting to move her away. The man looked down at him, a slight glare in his eyes. Sam glared right back.
"She's bleeding." The Demon said, a childish tone of voice taunting his win. "I think our friend Dean should take her to the hospital. Sammy, what do you say to a...chat?"
"No way, I'm not leaving him." Dean answered furiously.
"What did you do to her?" Sam growled.
"Eh, not much. Knocked her out again. Human's are so fragile, aren't they? Of course you would know, wouldn't you Dean? And you too Sam. But it was so much more fun to make her beg for mercy. Lets just say, I think I did a good enough job in injuring the small British girl. I'd get her some help." The man laughed devilishly, Sam was wondering if the man Clara knew was still alive, and still in there. Sam hadn't moved from the floor, and Dean, still on the bottom step of the stair case.
"Why did you have to hurt her?"
"Because, she's no use to me, except drawing you two here."
"And what do want with us?"
"Oh, not you...Little Sammy Winchester."
All three of them looked up as loud bangs sounded from upstairs. Then a few shouts. "Sam? Dean?" It was Bobby, and Ellen.
"Down here!" Dean called, looking up the staircase.
In the absence of his vision, the Doctor smacked Sam upside the head with a shovel. Dean turned back around, in time to see Sam hit the floor. Dean's eyes grew wide, and his jaw locked. Bobby and Ellen came down quickly, only seeing Dean.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" Bobby asked, his voice slightly raised. He glanced downward, and saw Sam and some girl laying on the floor, both not moving. The up, he noticed a man, whose eyes were black, and pointed his gun at him. "What happened?" He asked gruffly.
"Who's the girl?" Ellen asked.
"The girl is that man's friend" Dean said, pointing to the Doctor. "But that man is possessed. Demon. I turned my head for just a second to call up to you. He hit Sammy with a shovel."
"Why didn't you use the colt?"
"A. It's in the trunk of the impala because Sam thought it would be safe if he put a lock sign on, and b, the girl. She said this man, called the Doctor, is alien. Or a Time lord apparently. There is something different about the two of them."
"The Doctor?" Ellen asked, she searched the possessed man's face, and smiled faintly. "I met him...years ago. Bobby, Dean, get those two and lets get out." Bobby and Dean made a move toward Sam and Clara. The Doctor cocked his head slowly, a sly grin across his face.
"Why, haven't you learned Dean? You did, of course, free me. You, Ellen, Bobby and Sam here." He said "You should know not to fight the demons that fill you with fear."
"You don't scare me" Dean answered. The Doctor just threw his head back and laughed.
Bobby grabbed Sam, and Dean grabbed Clara. The Doctor didn't move, three hunters would have been suicide. The two slowly made their way upstairs, while Ellen kept her eyes and gun locked on the demon. Once upstairs, Ellen locked the basement door, and laid salt down at the entrance.
They laid Sam and Clara down for a moment while they got the vehicles together. Bobby pulled Dean aside, his face said it all. Anger.
"What were you thinking?! You could have been killed! You could've gotten Sam and that girl killed to! People have mentioned a man named the Doctor. They know he's stronger than humans. Don't you ever try something so stupid again."
"Well, I couldn't let Sam go alone, now could I? He wasn't going to stop. We went to save her. And Bobby, even she's wrong. Like, she's been dead twice now. That demon guy took her. She's hurt bad though."
Bobby shook his head, then decided Sam needs more protection than the girl, so Dean laid her in the back of the impala, while Sam was put in Bobby's vehicle and driven back to the motel, Ellen with them. At the motel, she sprayed a little cold water on Sam's face, which slowly brought him back to reality. There was clearly only one thing on his mind.
"Where is she? Where's Clara?" He asked, slightly panicked.
"Hospital. With Dean." Sam sighed with relief, sitting himself up.
"And the demon?"
"Didn't touch him. We want to know if he's worth it, because Ellen seems to think so."
Sam nodded, getting himself off the bed. He ignored the pounding on the back of his head. And he told them what he really wanted.
"I want to see her."