They stalked in, expecting dead silence when Ellen popped her head around the corner, greeting them. She nodded toward where Bobby stood. He looked angered, and his eyes shot to Clara. His face was hard and he began. Clara bit her lip nervously, and looked towards the floor-feeling completely out of place.

"This Doctor of yours, I couldn't find too much on him, until Ellen mentioned something, kinda interesting." Bobby looked at Ellen to explain.

"Yea, well, a few years back. Yea, had the age wrong...by a lot, I was slightly confused...don't know why. Anyway, I was invited to a wedding in England. My old friend's daughter was getting married. I had met her daughter when she was three. Sweet child. Well, she was to get married, and so I left Jo in charge of the Roadhouse and left. Few years back...any way, I was there because my old friend, Sylvia, invited me, and I thought why not? So, anyways, her daughter begins to walk down the isle when she starts screaming, and out of nowhere, she disappears."

"Disappears?" Sam questioned.

"Yes, not turned and fled, but downright vanished from the spot she stood in. Half way down the isle." Ellen added. "Sylvia was freaking out and then a little while later, at the after party I believe, she shows up-enraged, with a man in a brown suit."

"And then what?"

"Well, I was standing off to the side, and he was there as well. I introduced myself, curious. He called himself the Doctor. He was mystical and took off a little while later." She sighed. "Anyway, that man back there didn't look like him."

"So he isn't the Doctor?" Dean asked.

"We didn't think so until we found a few people to talk to. Martha Jones and a Jack Harkness." Bobby interrupted.

"Wait, the bride...what happened to her?" Clara asked.

"Oh, Donna? Didn't marry him, she went of for a while. Hardly called. No one knows where to. As for Martha Jones, I called her and had a chat with her and her husband Both denied knowledge of the Doctor and when I brought up he may be in danger, they gave in. Martha and her husband Mickie told me to contact one Captain Jack Harkness."

"Sounds like booze." Dean put in. Ellen rolled her eyes slightly and continued.

"Well, I called him and not five minutes after, he shows up at the door."

"Showed up?"

"Yea. Bobby and I told him what was going on...I'll let him explain."

The three looked confused, until a man wearing an army blue trench coat entered the room.

"Hi, Captain Jack Harkness." He grinned, a slightly welcoming yet mischievous grin.

"Jack, this is Dean and Sam. And she's the Doctor's newest." Bobby said, he still didn't have much to say about the girl. She sighed, and turned to face Jack.

"Clara Oswald. Nice to meet you Jack."

Jack gave a friendly smile around, and began his explaination.

"The Doctor has a way of cheating death. It's a special species sort of thing. Anyway, he's the last. He cheats death by regeneration. Changing his looks basically. Looks and personality but leaving memories and knowledge. As for Donna...She doesn't remember her time with the Doctor." Jack turned to Clara, she seemed to be mulling over things in her mind.

"Jack..." He cocked his head slightly. "Good friend Jack. Watch him. He flirts."

"Pardon?"

"He mentioned a Jack. Called you a flirt."

"I say a simple greeting and he thinks I'm flirting!" Jack laughed. "He's brought you up as well. A little while back, he came to visit. He says you've died. You also confuse him."

"So...What can you do to help the Doctor?"

"I can't."

"What the hell do you mean you can't? You can't or you won't?" Sam growled slightly.

"I can't. I don't deal with demons. I deal with temporal rift issues, and things that have more to do with space. Besides, Cardiff is having a rift energy fluxation, so I really must get back."

"You can't just leave!" Clara's voice was pleading.

"I can't help. He's human in this aspect, Clara, the four next to you know what to do. Trust them. I know you can."

"I do trust them. I'm just scared." Jack smiled gently. Sam had realized she was one of the few people who admitted their fright aloud. She began to hum softly to herself, though fear lingered in her eyes.

Within a minute, Jack had disappeared, and Clara was no where to be found. This struck Sam deep. He'd found her twice and he'd promised himself he wouldn't lose her. And here he was, standing, anxious and alone.

"Clara?" He called out, the room was darkening, as the sun began to dip down under the trees. His voice began to rise with slight panic. Dean, Ellen and Bobby weren't there either. He shouted for them. He tried the doors, but they wouldn't budge, and he couldn't break the windows to get out.

"Clara?! Dean!" Sam called, panicking. "Ellen! Bobby!"

"Sam." A deep voice answered his calls. It was then that Sam realized where they were, and what was happening.

"What do you want Castiel?" Sam spat. "And why didn't you go through Dean? Or just show up!"

"You should be careful. You still aren't welcome to most angels."

"Yes, I know, I haven't done anything yet though."

"No. But the female."

"Clara is none of your buisness."

"She is. The one who dies, time and time again. If anything is to happen to her, I urge you to not search or rescue."

"She isn't going to get hurt and you better not be touching her, or I will kick your ass back to heaven."

"Sam, for once I'm here for you, on behalf of Dean." Castiel looked blankly at Sam, sizing him up. "Clara Oswald may have a certain innocence to her, but a trail of tears surround her. A mixture of bad and good luck, death, life, peace, and destruction."

"Isn't that humanity?" Sam glared at the angel standing in front of him. "You cannot tel me to leave her. Not now."

"You must. You're distracted. You've got to remain in control-"

"If anything happens to her, I will go to hell and back to save her. Don't underestimate. Just leave me alone. I'm not in the mood." Sam growled. Castiel hesitated, then disappeared.

As Harkness disappeared, Sam dropped to the floor like a sack of weights. Clara was the first over to him, and Dean, worriedly, looked to Bobby for answers.

"Sammy?" He asked quietly, kneeling next to his brother. He raised his voice and tried again. "Sammy?"

He was out for several minutes and in a moment, his eyes flashed open. Dean sighed in relief.

"The hell man? Didn't sleep enough?"

"I'm fine." Sam answered shortly.

"Don't seem fine." Bobby replied.

"You know what. Yea. I'm not fine. Dean, keep your fucking angel away from me. I don't want his help." Sam huffed, fury rising. " I don't need him looking out for me."

"Cas? What'd he want?"

"Oh, about the fact that you asked him to watch out for me."

Dean pulled Sam into the hallway, leaving Clara, Ellen, and Bobby alone to stare after them.

"What did he say?"

"He said I'm distracted and that I should forget Clara. I don't know, but it sounded like a threat. And I'm not taking that bullshit Dean. Tell him to back off."

Sam's voice irritated Dean. It was rough and gravely-it definitely wasn't his 11 year old brother anymore. It was a more mature brother. And Dean could flat out tell that it was Clara. She was something important for some reason. Enough to worry Castiel. Dean needed to know. But not now, he need Sam before he needed answers.

"He's only doing as I asked." Dean answered casually. "I won't tell him to stop when I asked him to."

Sam grimaced and pushed past Dean. In the room he saw what Castiel was trying to get at, yet he ignored it. Clara was different. But she was perfect to him. Bobby and Ellen were talking to her, and from the door way, it seemed she was defensive. Getting closer he heard why. Bobby was muttering to her.

"-how're you even alive? I've seen old pictures of you. One in Victorian London."

"I was never in Victorian London!"

"That's where you died princess."

"Bobby-"

"Hold it Sam. Tell me. Are you a trick? A trap?" Bobby snapped. Clara replied a very quiet 'I don't understand. Please. You're scaring me.', in which Bobby got more frustrated and raised his voice. "Trying to get our Sam to say yes to Satan?"

"BOBBY! Shut the fuck up already!" Sam yelled, sick of hearing these questions. Clara was shaken slightly, and Bobby looked stunned at Sam's outburst. He backed away from Clara. Sam held his hand out to Clara, who took it thankfully. He didn't say anything else, as he strode out of the house with Clara on his arm.

Sam was sick of this demon business. It was shit and it wasn't fun. He looked down at the top of Clara's head, realizing she'd wrapped her arm around his, laying her head on his arm as they walked.

"Thank you Sam." She whispered as the came up to the Impala.