Chapter 4
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Dean drove to the address Clara had given them, again instructing her to let him know where she was going at all times. Clara giggled as he scolded her, and he couldn't help but smile back at her. Sam shook his head with a smile, the map stretched out on his lap as they drove. They arrived at the address which was an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. Dean flipped off the headlights and slowly drove up the driveway. The boys grabbed their machetes and walked up to the back door. It was locked, a large metal door they weren't about to shoot the lock off of. Clara floated into the building and turned the lock, allowing them inside. Dean couldn't argue with the fact that her presence made his life easier, but his stomach still leaped into his chest every time her glowing silhouette wasn't in his line of sight.
They cased through the hallway, silently making their way towards the sounds they heard. As they got closer they could hear a man speaking, but were unable to understand his words. Dean motioned for Sam to look around the corner, and watched as Clara floated past them, flickering away and out of their sight.
"Clara!" Dean hissed, silently stomping his feet in protest. What was she thinking? How could she be so careless? Just as Dean wondered how she could care so little about her own safety, he remembered her mortality. He shook his head to himself, damning himself in his mind for forgetting. Why was he so worried about her? He knew deep down she was already dead, yet he hoped that nothing would happen to her to cause her to leave forever. He wondered if she'd stay with them forever or maybe just until this thing with her sister was worked out. They had already burned her bones, what was keeping her here? Frankly Dean didn't want to find out and risk her wanting to move on.
As Dean's mind rattled off thoughts a mile a minute Clara came back into view.
"There are 3 of them down there, turning women into… monsters." She said with her head held low. Dean gave her a stern look at she rolled her eyes, causing him to smile a little. Clara closed her eyes, concentrating hard. Dean looked to his brother then back at her, and looked around wildly as the lights began to flicker. Their machetes were ripped from their hands and thrown across the room and through the necks of two of the vampires. Dean stared at Clara in awe as her hair began to float around her, her face pursed as if she was in pain. The last vampire turned and saw them, but before he could run in their direction one of the machetes floated through him like butter, and they both fell to the floor with a clang.
"Holy shit…" Dean said, the lights flickering back on. Clara smiled at him, her face wary and tired. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell to the floor.
"Clara!" Dean exclaimed, and he knelt down to her, frustrated that he was unable to touch her to wake her.
"I'm going to go free those women" Sam said, sprinting to the cages that lined the warehouse. He unlatched each door with a loud bang and freed each woman. Most were able to walk, but the one farthest from the door was too weak, and did her best to crawl from her cage. Sam helped her up and ushered the rest of them out the door before returning to Dean. Dean stared at Clara frantically, not sure what to do in a moment like this. Sam didn't seem as worried, and took care of lighting the vampire bodies on fire and turning them to ash.
Just as Sam was out of sight Dean ran after his brother. A vampire that was obviously been out feeding had returned, and he had Sam in a head lock. Dean winced and looked around for his machete and picked it up from the floor.
"Let go of my brother you blood sucking asshole," Dean growled through gritted teeth. The Vampire grinned; displaying his already blood stained fangs. Sam struggled against his grip, but he was no match for the hold he had on him. Just as the vampire lifted his head to bit Sam, the lights flickered again. The vampire looked around, loosening his grip on Sam and he was able to escape. Dean watched as Clara floated towards them, and looked over to see fear in the Vampire's eyes. With a snap of her fingers his head exploded from his body, and he fell limp to the ground.
Clara fell to her knees winded and weak, but Dean and Sam just looked at her in awe.
"Are you alright?" Dean asked, bending down in front of her. He wished he could hold her or carry her, but settled for sitting in front of her while she caught her breath. Sam torched the last body, sending flames into the air. The smell of burnt skin was never something the boys would get used to. Clara floated to her feet and the slowly walked out of the warehouse and back to the car.