Bobby and Ellen didn't object and at once, they were off to the hospital. Dean smiled a little as Sam walked in, he was seated facing Clara.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
"Yea, you?"
"I'm fine."
"What about her?" Sam asked apprehensively.
"Nothing too serious. A few bruised ribs, broken wrist, but no internal bleeding." A doctor answered, walking in. "Doctor Nicole Hemingway."
"Oh, so is she...?"
"She'll be alright, no worries."
"Thank you." Sam stepped farther in, moving in long strides to the side of Clara's bed. Dean stepped away, joining Bobby and Ellen closer to the door. They watched as Sam pulled a chair over, sat down and gently brushed away a piece of hair from her face. He held her head slightly, brushing her cheek with his thumb. Dean, Ellen and Bobby took that as a sign to step outside to talk.
"Twice you say?" Ellen asked.
"Yea, she's been dead twice, but nothing has ever suggested a deal or anything like that. And there is pure innocence in her. Plus, Sam's head over heels for the girl."
Throughout their conversation, one at a time, they'd steal glances at Sam and Clara. After awhile, they moved down to the cafeteria, and Sam fell asleep on the chair.
Clara slowly opened her eyes, very slowly. The first thing she saw was him. Sam Winchester. He sat directly next to her, asleep, his hand laid a top hers. She smiled faintly.
"Oh, you're awake. That's good." A woman walked in with a clipboard. "I'm Doctor Nicole Hemingway. It's good to see you awake at last. He's been here about nine hours now. I told him to go home, get some rest, but I suppose it wasn't going to happen. How are you feeling?"
"Sore..." Clara answered, sliding her hand from beneath Sam's. She didn't move it away, but just on top of his.
"Alright, well, there is a call button on the side of your bed if you need anything at all, alright?" When Clara nodded the doctor left the room, and Clara's eyes fell back on him. Only one thing came to mind. She began to sing the song from Akhaten.
"Rest now, my warrior. Rest now, heart shaped with honour. Live. Wake up, wake up. And let the cloak of light cling to your bones, cling to your bones. Wake up, wake up. Live. Wake up, wake up.
And let the cloak of light cling to your bones, cling to your bones. Wake up, wake up."
Sam smiled gently, opening his eyes slowly. Clara's eyes were closed, but she could feel his hand moving gently. She smiled as well.
"So, my warrior has awoken." Clara smiled as she glanced over at him.
"I'm a warrior now?"
"Of course you are. You saved me didn't you?"
"Not exactly, no. I got knocked out trying to."
"So? Just because a warrior is shot in battle, does that mean he is not longer a warrior?"
Sam smiled at Clara. She looked at him, her eyes were beautiful and intriguing. There was something about Clara that Sam couldn't get rid of, or that he would want to anyway.
"How are you holding up?" He asked her.
"Sore, but I'll live." Sam's mind went to the demon saying she had died twice already. What if she didn't live? What would happen then? "Sam?"
"Uh, yea?" He responded, he then realized he may have missed what she said.
"Are you alright?" She asked again.
"Oh, yea, I'm fine." He answered. "What was that song you were singing?"
"It was from the Rings of Akhaten. Merry sang it to please the god, whom of which the Doctor called a parasite. We saved them." Clara answered. Sam could tell this wasn't made up. She didn't seem to be dreamy about it, but rather a bit saddened by it.
Dean, Bobby, and Ellen stood in the doorway, but neither Clara nor Sam noticed. With Clara sitting up, and Sam sitting on the edge of her bed, the moment just seemed right. Sam leaned forward, and gently ran his hand through her hair. They floated together, it seemed, as their foreheads rested against one another. Sam kissed her cheek, a few times, each time getting closer to her lips. He finally felt her soft lips against his.
Dean grinned, and Bobby smacked him upside the head. Ellen shook her head at the two. They waited until the kiss-fest, as Dean called it, was over before entering the room.