The next morning I headed out to Illinois. I searched every crappy motel until I found a fake name Sam usually used. I smiled as I made sure to hide my gun. It had been a few months, who knows if Sam still trusts me or anyone else. Plus I don't exactly look like the Clara he left behind. I walked up the stairs to room 207. I knocked but no one answered. So I knocked again.
I waited for a second and then I heard someone inside so I knocked again. "Pretending not to be home doesn't work if I know your in there!" I called out.
The door opened and a gun was in my face before I could speak. "What do you want." I hear Sam's deeper voice ask. I moved my head around the gun barrel and looked at him. His hair had grown out more and he got taller.
"That's what I get after like three months? What do you want?" I asked mocking him. He lowered the gun and looked at me for a second. "Hiya Sam." I smiled
He looked at me and I could see his brain was trying to pin point who I was. "Clara?" He asked with a small smiled. I smiled right back at him and the gun dropped quickly and he pulled me in. He hugged me. " I'm glad to see you."
"Good to see you too." I smiled at him once he left me go.
He let me walk in and looked me up and down. " Well you certainly don't look like yourself." He said crossing his arms.
"Eh well needed a change." I shrugged. "I didn't think you could get any taller... jesus your like a damn tree." I laughed. "So what you doing here?" I asked.
"Me? Clara you're the one everyone is talking about..."
"Why?" I asked.
"Have you not heard the stories going around about you? The say you are the demon killing queen." he laughed. "One of the best hunters of all time."
"What?" I shook my head. " That can't be right..." I didn't believe him.
"Well it is... Your kinda amazing." he laughed.
"Well that wasn't my intention." I shrugged. "I'm actually looking for you... You've been here a while." I pointed out.
"Well a job isn't always quick..."
"No I mean here.. in this city. Been like two weeks. Illinois isn't the only place to hunt you know." I said. " What are you doing here Sam?" I asked.
"My job..." he looked at me in confusion.
"You still have a soul?" I asked crossing my arms. He laughed and looked down at me. "Yeah I'm not joking..."
"Yes I still have a soul!" Sam shook his head. "What do you take me for?" He asked. "Look I have looked but so far nothing... so I just did what Dean told me to do. Kept hunting." he said.
"Good." I smiled. I stayed and chatted with Sam for a few hours before he got called away on an update on his case. I had to get back on the road, he promised he would call soon but I knew he wouldn't. He seemed a bit to well adjusted, maybe there was something he wasn't tell me? I don't know and I didn't stay long enough to ask questions.
I moved on to Montana where a Windego was eating tourists. I wrapped that case up quickly but then found myself alone with no on going case. It was the first time in a while that I had a night off. At first I didn't know what to do with myself. I showered all the dirt off then sat around cleaning my guns. I know it seems strange for a 28 year old to be sitting alone in a motel room cleaning guns but what else have I got.
The night was slow. I was headed to bed around 2 when an ear-piercing sound came rushing toward me. A bright white light shone through the window and I was afraid if I looked at it I would go blind. I could hear a voice. It was a low voice but it was their. "Saved. He has been saved." That was the voice I heard before the room started to shake and the windows exploded.
"Jesus..." I said jumping to the ground. The windows shattered every where. Once the voices stopped and the light had disappeared I grabbed my things and ran. I didn't want to be around when the manager found the windows. So I moved on to the next town.
It was a quiet town and I got a three hour sleep before waking up to Dean's screams. I was breathing heavily as I jumped from the old bed and into the tiny shower. My ears were still ringing a bit and all I could think about was that voice. Who was it and who had been saved?
I tried to put that incident behind me. A few days and two dead vamps later I found myself again with nothing to do. I hadn't heard from Sam or Bobby. So despite better judgment I went for a walk. The town was small and there wasn't much going on. It was only around 9 or 10 when I went out. I found it strange that no one was on the streets. No one walking their dog or on their way home. It was like everyone had just stayed home.
The street was lit up fairly well as I walked along the side walk. Then as I walked lights started to flicker and then burst. I looked up and reached for my gun tucked away in my jeans. A few more went out behind me and I turned quickly. There just a few feet away from me was a man. Normal looking guy. Black suit, blue tie flipped around and dark beige trench coat.
This man stood straight and started at me. "Who are you!" I called out pointing my gun to him. Then as he walked the voices started again. They were saying my name. "I asked you a question!" I yelled. "I will shoot you."
"Your silver bullets will not harm me..." he said stepping into one of the light shadows. Then the most amazing thing happened as the lightbulb broke and flickered. This man's form changed. He grew the size of a building, was glowing, had more than one head and the most disturbing part of all of him was the wings that flashed against the light. They were wide, long and black. My mouth fell open when I saw all this at once. Then once the light was gone he was just a man again. I still held my gun aimed for his head. "Please, I'm not here to hurt you." He said taking a step forward.
"Stay back..." I warned taking steps back. He looked a bit disappointed. "Who are you?" I asked.
"My name is Castiel." He said in a low voice.
"Castiel?" I asked. "Ok new question... what are you?" I asked and he smirked.
"I'm an angel of the Lord." He spoke and I couldn't believe it.
"Bullshit." I laughed.
"Pardon?" he asked confused by my tone.
"Angel of the Lord?" I laughed and he looked frustrated and confused. "No such thing..." I shook my head.
"You don't believe that." He said. "You have seen many things in your time here on earth. Some more unbelievable then angels. I know for a fact you believe in a higher power."
"How?" I asked squinting at him.
"Because I've heard you pray." He smirked. " You don't do it often unless you really need help. Few months ago your voice was the loudest. You were begging to trade places." The more Castiel spoke the more I started to believe him but I wasn't 100% sure he was telling the truth. " You still do not believe..." He sighed.
"No sorry... More of a see it believe it person." I shrugged still holding the gun but I lowered it a tad.
"I'm standing right in front of you. You have heard my true voice and seen my true form. You are special Clara Walsh." She smiled.
"Don't tell me I'm special." I shook my head raising the gun back to his head.
"You can pull the trigger if it makes you feel better. I promise you it will not harm me." Castiel's voice was low and disappointed.
"A lot of things aren't hurt by bullets... How do I know your not just a demon playing with my head. They have knack for that." I smiled.
"Clara I am not a demon." He said taking the gun away from me with out more than a simple tug. His pull was strong and it made me stumble forward. "But I think I can prove to you I am an angel." He smiled taking a step closer.
Castiel reached out and touched my forehead with two fingers and a gush of wish blew past me and when I opened my eyes we were somewhere else completely. We were in what looked like a barn. It was tin and had markings all over the inside. The lights were blown out and there were books on the table along with the demon knife and salt guns.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"This is how I prove to two non believers I am an angel." He said turning to the door.
"What?" I asked. Then I heard a voice. A voice that made my heart stop and my blood turn cold.
"I'm telling you Bobby whatever this thing is... it's not an angel." The voice was out side just near the door. "This Castiel is just playing with us." The door slowly started to open. "Look I'll call you later." The sound of ended call made me freeze. The door of the old tin barn opened quickly and when I saw who was standing there staring at me made my eyes burn and my heart break.
Not so much as a scratch or a flake of dirt. He was living and breathing. His bright green eyes poked a hole in my voice from across the barn. "Clara?" He asked and his voice was shaky.
"Dean?" my mouth moved but no voice came out.