Chapter 6
They drove to a motel down the street and got a room. The three of them didn't speak the whole ride to the motel, and it wasn't until Dean asked for a room did they hear a sound other than the roar of the Impala. Dean opened the door and threw his bag on the bed farthest from the door and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He was still cleaning up Sammy's messes.
Sam walked in, slammed the front door behind him and fell flat on the bed. He yelled into the comforter until he felt tired, pounding his fists into the bed.
"Sam?" Clara called, her voice soothing and nurturing. Sam rolled over and looked at the ceiling.
"I'm so sorry Clara, I've really messed this up. I thought maybe if I saw her she would believe me." He said, covering his face in his hands. Clara floated around the bed and hovered over him.
"I know deep down you cared about her, as much as you could anyway. At least you tried, that's all I asked." She said a cold hand floated to his cheek and he uncovered his face.
"She's still going to marry him, she's still in danger Clara." He said, fighting back the urge to cry. He hated who he was when he was soulless, the choices he made were less than humane, and now he was stuck, living in the hate that he used to be. Dean came out of the bathroom and looked over at Clara who had a somber look on her face.
"Thank you both for trying, it really meant a lot to me. I will leave you two now to continue on with your lives." She said, her eyes plastered on Dean. He forced himself to look away, her gaze too intense for him. She floated close to him, looked up at him in the eyes and smiled.
"If only I'd met you a few years ago." She said, a small ghostly tear running down her face. Dean wanted so badly to wipe it from her cheek. Dean smiled back, his heart heavy with words that he didn't know how to say. She disappeared in a whisp of smoke, and Dean was left staring at his brother.
Dean and Sam stayed quiet the rest of the day, looking up their next move on the internet and the papers. Dean spots what looks to be a string of strange killings and puts the front page aside, not wanting to talk to Sam just yet. Sam looked over at his brother from his computer waiting for him to say something but Dean didn't look back at him.
With a sigh Sam spoke. "Emma wasn't the only woman I screwed over when I was soul-less." He said, and Dean looked over at him but didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue.
"I didn't sleep so I had to find other things to occupy my time…" he said with an ashamed look on his face.
"Why didn't you tell me you'd slept with her? That would have been nice to know before going in there." Dean said. Sam looked away.
"I mean I tried to tell you, but you didn't want to know. I didn't know how much Clara knew. I didn't want to tell her I screwed over her sister. I wanted to help Emma, and I didn't want Clara to go somewhere else for help, I wanted it to be me." He said, shame caked on his face.
Dean sighed. "And you couldn't tell me with her around." Dean said, knowing his brother was kind of in a bind. Sam nodded his head.
"It looks like I found some shape shifters in North Dakota." Dean said throwing the paper at Sam. Sam opened the paper and nodded.
"Looks like we hit the road." He said closing up his laptop.
"Let's head out tomorrow, today has been a rough day." Dean said, getting up to sit down on the bed. He grabbed the controller and flicked through the channels. Sam joined him on his bed, and they both stayed quiet.