"Dean, didn't you talk to Mike?"

"Mike?"

"Dean. The hunter or cop from the crime scene." Sam said, sitting down with a tray of food, since he hadn't eaten in hours.

"I thought you were up with Clara." Dean commented, though didn't look upset that Sam joined them.

"She's sleeping, again. Doctor Hemingway said I should get something to eat, so I figured I'd come and get something."

"Right, okay. So, what about Mike?"

"Did you not hear his warning?"

"What?"

"I told him to tell you to get out. But you two didn't listen! And look where we are right now." Bobby ranted. "And then you two go and follow this demon for the girl, when we are literally twenty minutes away."

"Sorry Bobby," Sam apologized. "I couldn't leave her."

"Sam, you just met the girl." Bobby replied. "You're lucky Mike called me back and said you two wouldn't budge, I was already on my way to pick Ellen up."

"I don't care if I just met her, I wasn't going to leave her with a demon."

"It was stupid and irresponsible and going in there like that was stupid. Why didn't you get into the impala?"

"Because we weren't going to shoot the man!" Bobby glared disapprovingly. Sam grunted and got up. He left the table without another word.

"Dammit Sam." Bobby snorted.

"Bobby, go easy."

"No, Dean. You need to watch it, and watch him."

"Yea, I know! Cas already told me."

"Cas?"

"Castiel. The angel that dragged me out of hell."

"And what did he say?"

"That I had to stop him, or he will."

Bobby put his head in his hands and frowned. He was worried about Sam, unsure if this girl was something she shouldn't be. He went to research this Clara.

"Sam, can I speak to you out here? Please." Bobby asked, nodding his head toward the hall, where Dean was waiting. Sam, looking down at Clara smiled, and left her, heading to the hall.

"What is it?" He asked, rather frustrated with Bobby.

"Clara Oswin Oswald, born November 23rd, 1866. Died December 24th, 1892." He replied. "This is the girl in that room. As far as I know there aren't any other Clara's."

"Well, she was saying something about him being a time traveler or what not. Maybe she's from the future as well." Dean said. Bobby looked back to Sam, and realized he had gone back in the room.

"Clara, do you have a middle name?" Sam asked.

"No, not really. I've started just saying I'm Clara Oswin Oswald though. Sounds good, don't you think?"

"Yea.. I like it.." Sam sighed slightly.

"Sam? What is it?" Clara asked. "Was it what...was it true? What he said about me?"

"Um..I don't know-"

"Yes you do. About what the Doctor had said, or whoever is in him."

"Clara, it's a demon inside the Doctor. And he isn't nice..." Sam bit his lip, then continued. "Yes, its true."

"How do you know it's me?"

"Clara Oswin Oswald."

"Yea?"

"That's exactly what the tombstone said."

"Oh.." Clara sighed.

"Sam. Bobby's got something." Dean came in, rushed.

"Give me a minute, Dean. I'll be right there. Clara, call your doctor."

"Okay.." She pressed the call button. A voice answered, replying 'be right there' and then let go. A few minutes later Doctor Nicole Hemingway walked in.

"Can I help you?"

"Yea, when can she get out?"

"She's good to go now. She needs a cast, but that should be done tomorrow. Is that alright with you?"

"Yea." Sam replied, smiling some.

"Right then, lets get your wrist wrapped and into a sling. You also don't need to be lifting or doing anything strenuous to those ribs." Doctor Hemingway added, beginning to wrap Clara's arm up. They walked out about five minutes, Sam still holding Clara up as they walked. She would have told him she was fine, but she felt comfortable having a steady hand guide her way.

Down in the lobby Dean was pacing as Sam and Clara walked over.

"What is she doing?"

"I'm not leaving her. She's not going out of my sight."

"She isn't coming with us."

"Dean, car, now, lets go. Bobby had something"

"Yea, he left, lets go."

Dean acted like an eight year old throwing a hissy fit. He got into the drivers seat, and waited for the two to get in, before taking off.

"So, did he say anything?"

"No, we just have to meet him and Ellen a few blocks over."

"Right.." Sam wasn't sure about this, but figured Clara would be more safe with four hunters to protect her. Clara, meanwhile, sat quietly in the back, one arm raised in a sling, the other on her knee. She trembled slightly, and Dean pulled into a large, seemingly empty lot. Trees covered much of the property, and that's where Dean saw the trail going through the trees. He called Bobby to confirm.

A few minutes into the dense treed area, there was a small house, and Bobby's vehicle sat out front. All three got out of the car, and the boys went to the back and grabbed guns. "You fire any weapons girl?"

"My name's Clara, and no I don't."

"Then stay between us. You'll be more safe. Lets go." The guns were locked and loaded, and Clara looked uneasy. Dean took up the front, while Clara walked near Sam.

"Is he always so thick headed?" She asked.

"Dean? Yea. He likes to be the intimidating, not the intimidated." Sam answered, he kept his gun pointed down, with Clara right in front of her, he didn't want to risk anything.

A/N

Hello! I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am. I hope you enjoy the new ship Clam as well. This isn't up to date with Supernatural, as I am only on Season four, so, I just ask you stay with me on this. :33 Enjoy!

~Lissa Joan