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Chapter 8

Clara looked down at her hands. Where there used to be translucence there was flesh, and she quickly touched herself to make sure it was real. Dean looked over at Cas, who had a kind and compassionate grin on his face. Dean watched him as he left the room, and then looked back at Clara as she grasped her sister in a hug. Dean could hardly believe his eyes. There she was, in the flesh, touching and hugging her sister. She grabbed Sam around the neck and pulled him into a hug, kissing him repeatedly on the temple. She thanked him what seemed like 100 times before breaking the hug. Dean watched as she turned to him and slowly walked over to him. He held his breath as she stood in front of him. He didn't want to hug her and touch her, because when she left he'd never feel her skin again. He'd never smell her hair again. A shy smile spread across her face, and Dean couldn't help but smile too.

"My name is Clara Dowle." She said, holding her hand out in front of her. Dean reluctantly took it, shaking it lightly.

"Dean Winchester." He said in a hoarse voice. He was having trouble remembering to breathe. She grabbed him, pulling him close into her body and he couldn't help but wrap his arms around her. For once in a very long time he felt normal. He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her, hoping that time would stand still and they could live in this moment.

Hours passed like minutes as he held her, but his mind kept painfully reminding him she wasn't his, that this moment wasn't going to last forever. She pulled him by the hand out the door, and they all met Cas on the lawn of the house. Emma held onto Sam, her hand gingerly placed on his stomach as she watched her sister in awe. Clara kissed her sister on the cheek and hugged her one last time, tears freely flowing down her face. She forced a smile and hugged Sam, his eyes red and wet looking, but he didn't cry. She thanked him, asked for him to take care of her sister, and he nodded in agreement.

Clara finally turned back to Dean, a forced smile on her face. Dean couldn't smile, his face stuck in one emotion or he may lose it.

"I wish things could have been different." She said, letting out a small laugh as she wiped away her tears with her hand. Dean reached up and wiped them for her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch.

"I wish I could have been the one you loved." He said quietly. She opened her eyes and smiled.

"I'll see you in heaven Dean Winchester." She said, breaking away from him and walking towards Cas. With a solemn face Cas lit the hair they found on the locket on fire, and Clara's body went up in flames. Dean's heart broke as she looked back at him, flames engulfing her. She smiled, her eyes bluer than a clear sky and she was gone, reduced to a pile of ash where she stood.

Dean wiped his face with his hand, the taste of her kiss still lingering on his lips. Emma cried into Sam's chest as Sam stared at the pile of ash on the lawn. Castiel walked over to Dean and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Dean." He said, a pained look on his face. Dean nodded, tears finally falling down his cheeks.

"At least I got to touch her." Dean said hugging his friend. They broke apart and Castiel disappeared.

Sam helped Emma call 911 and report Greg's death, and within 6 minutes police swarmed the house. Police officers questioned them out on the lawn as the pulled Greg's body from the house in a body bag. Sam explained to the police that they knew Greg, and were very upset when Emma called to tell them that he wasn't breathing and rushed over. The police didn't seem too apprehensive, and they left with Greg's body.

Emma walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of scotch and poured 3 glasses and passed them out.

"I don't know if I feel relieved, or happy, or sad even, I don't know how I feel right now." She said taking a large swig of her drink. Sam sat his drink down on the counter without drinking it.

"A lot of things have happened tonight. You lost your fiancée and sister all at the same time." Sam said pulling out a chair for her at the dining table. Dean tried to flick on the lights but remembered all the light bulbs were busted. Sam pulled out a lighter and lit the candle centerpiece on the dining table and sat next to Emma.

"I think I actually feel relieved. I finally know what happened to Clara, and I'm free of that asshole." She said sipping her drink again.

"Why did you hook up with him anyway?" Sam asked twirling his drink in his fingers. He still hadn't taken a sip and Dean wondered why. Emma smiled and finished her glass.

"You…" she said looking at Sam. Sam lifted his drink to his lips and finished it. Emma got up to grab the bottle of scotch and sat back down.

"I had lost my sister, I had just lost my father, and you came along. You were fun and exciting, and you didn't expect anything from me. Then you promised me the world and I believed you, and as fast as you came you were gone." She said pouring herself more scotch. Dean couldn't help but feel out of place in their conversation.

"Greg promised me the world, all the love a woman could want. Of course he was lying too." Sam sighed and leaned back in his chair not knowing what to say.

"Tell me more about losing your soul." She said putting her glass to her lips. Sam studied her in silence. He sat trying to find the right words, and was relieved when Dean spoke up.

"After a series of unfortunate events Sammy ended up in hell. The angel that was here, Castiel, He rescued Sam, but was un able to get his soul from hell. So Sammy was walking and talking but he didn't have a personality, he didn't have much of anything but evil really." Dean said sitting down and the table and pouring himself more scotch from the bottle. Sam sat there ashamed.

"So how did he get his soul back?" Emma asked. Sam was genuinely surprised that she believed them. "Well, Dean had Death return it. I was sick for a while, sometimes I still have issues… but finally I'm me again." He said sitting forward in his chair again. Emma eyed him.

"Death?" she asked finishing her glass. She set the glass down but didn't reach for my liquor.

"Death is an actual man, he chooses when and how a person dies." Dean said. Emma nodded. They sat silent for a little bit. Dean didn't have anything more to say, and he watched as Sam awkwardly stared at Emma.

"So you're you now… the real you?" she asked looking back at him. Her eyes were sad looking, like she feared him in some way. Sam nodded.

"I've thought about you every night since we met. I loved you when I didn't have a soul, that's got to mean something." He said pleading to her. Dean watched his brother, wondering why he'd never spoken to him about any of these feelings. Dean then remembered him asking Sam specifically not to share these things with him. Dean couldn't help but feel like he let his brother down again. Emma smiled at Sam.

"Do you boys have somewhere to stay? I don't really want to be alone tonight." She said. Dean sighed knowing Sam was going to want to stay.

"Sure we can crash here tonight. "He said forcing a smile. The last thing he wanted to do was watch Sam be happy. He tried his best to be happy for his brother, but couldn't help but feel pain. He drank some more while they chatted about sleeping arrangements, and Sam settled with them sleeping in the guest bedroom. Dean couldn't help but feel grateful Sam wasn't leaving him alone.