I hung up the phone and looked up and when I saw her I wanted nothing more to rush over and pull her into me. The smile on my face was bigger then ever but Clara didn't look happy. She looked scared and her eyes were glazing over. A few tears fell.
"Castiel this isn't funny." She said backing away. Castiel looked over to me but I just looked at Clara. She looked so different. She was dressed different, and her hair was darker and shorter. "Seriously. Get me out of here now." She ordered and the angel looked confused.
"I do not understand..."
"Clara it's really me." I smiled taking a step forward. She shifted and looked at me but shook her head.
"No it can't be." I tried to reach out for her but she backed off. "No your dead. I was there... your just a shifter or demon." She kept backing away. "Please..." her voice cracked as more tears fell. "Leave me alone..."
I sighed. "Clara..." I walked over to the table and grabbed a silver knife and bottle of holy water. "This is like the third time I've done this..." I smiled.
"Castiel... Please.." She turned to find the angel had run off. He never stuck around for long apparently.
I cut my arm with the knife then splashed the water over myself. "See... 100% me." I smiled and her eyes just got bigger.
The smallest smile broke through the fear. "Dean?" She said softly before she ran into me. Her arms locked around my neck. I laughed a bit when she squeezed and closed my arms around her. She was shaking a bit but I could tell she was smiling. She wouldn't pull away. "But how?" She asked.
"Apparently angel boy took hold and pulled me up." I laughed and she let go quickly. I put a hand on her face over the marks left on her face.
She just smiled and shrugged. Then she paused. "Do you remember?" She asked.
"Remember what?" he asked.
"What happened?" She asked taking a step back.
I smirked and answered honestly. "Yeah I was some mutts chew toy." I laughed.
"That's it?" I asked stepping back from Dean. "That whole day... that's all you remember?" I asked.
"Yeah.. why was I supposed to remember anything else?" He asked with a laugh.
I didn't know what to expect. I knew on some level he wouldn't remember. I just wished he did. "I guess not." I just shrugged. "What about hell?" I asked.
"Don't know... all I remember is the white light before I climbed out of the ground." He shrugged as we walked out of the barn.
"Really? You were gone for four months and you remember nothing?" I asked not really believing him.
"Four months?" he questioned. "That's it?" he laughed.
"That's it?" I almost yelled. "What did you want a longer sentence?" I asked stepping away from him and the Impala.
"Wooh.. Clara calm down... I didn't mean anything by it."
"You don't get it do you?" I asked sighing shaking my head.
"Wait why are you mad at me? Come on I just got back from hell!" He smirked.
"Exactly..." I pointed out. " You died and the rest of us had to move on... did it not occur to you what you're death did to Sam, Bobby or even me?" I asked.
He sighed. " Yes, and I'm sorry but I'm back now... so its in the past." He smiled.
"Dean..." I paused. Why was he so chill about this. "We saw that hound dig its claws into your back and chest. I watched as it tore away at you. You think that just goes away?" I ask shaking my head at him.
"No of course not... but I did tell you not to follow me." He sounded a bit angry at me.
I was about to blow up at him but my phone cut me off. "What?" I answered.
"Clara! Finally I need your help!" A distraught Roy, a hunter I met last month sounded panicked.
"I'm kinda busy Roy..." I sighed pushing my hair back and Dean just watched me.
"Busy?" Roy laughed. " Yah no shit... we're all busy. But something is going on... I need your help."
"Roy seriously..." I sighed and rolled my eyes. I shoudln't even be talking to him. "Fine just tell me what happened?" I asked with a sigh.
"Remember that case I worked a few weeks ago. That young girl being chased by shadows... Well she is following me." He said.
"But she's dead..." I stopped looking over to Dean. He looked impatient and interested.
"You don't think I know that!" Roy yelled at me.
"Don't yell at me! Your the one who let her walk out of that house... now just go salt and burn her and get over it Roy." I said.
"Jez.." I heard Dean exclaim. I just shot him a dirty look and he smirked a bit.
"And as I recall last time I needed your help you bailed and left me with a nest of Vamps to deal with. So either do your job or call someone else. There a hundred other hunters who may want to help you." I said and then hung up. "Jackass." I said rolling my eyes.
"When did you get so cold?" Dean asked with a bit of a laugh.
"Around the time you went to Hell." I smiled sarcastically. "Plus he deserved it." Dean seemed to smile in an impressed way.
"So no more badge?" he asked.
"Nope." I shook my head.
"No more crime fighting team?" He smirked.
"Party of one." I smiled.
"Why?" Dean asked leaning on the hood of the Impala.
"Because." I shrugged.
"Oh really?" He laughed. " what happened to the sweet Clara I knew before?" He laughed.
"Well she was tired of being sweet. Because all that got her was dead bodies." I said harshly and Dean sighed. "Plus demons run when they see me." I smiled proudly at myself.
"Is that so?" he asked shaking his head trying to hide the smile.
"Yeah. After you send a few back to where they came from, word spreads." I smiled.
No matter how much Clara thinks she has changed I can see the real Clara behind her mask. She was just hiding. I should have just told her then that I still loved her, but I didn't. I was afraid she didn't feel the same. Four months was a long time. It bothered be she went back to hunting after I left and I wanted to tell her it wasn't too late to turn back but I had a feeling she wouldn't go.
I was about to say something when my phone rang. It was Bobby. " Yeah?" I asked but it was quiet. "Bobby?" I asked and Clara's back straightened and walked closer.
"Dean. We got a problem..." He sounded out of breath.
"Bobby you okay?" I asked.
"Just get here as fast as you can." He said and then the phone went dead.
"Bobby?" I yelled and looked to Clara.
"What? What's going on?" She asked.
"I don't know... but we should go find out."
"Yeah.." She nodded and got in the Impala quickly. I ran around the car and stepped on the gas pedal and took off.
It was quiet for a while then I noticed Clara just staring at me. "What?" I looked over quickly trying to keep an eye on the road her at the same time. She just squinted and started. " What?" I asked again.
"I don't know... you just look different..." She said.
"How?" I asked a bit offended. I looked exactly the same as before.
"There..." She pointed to the top of my right eyebrow. "You had a scar there..." She said.
"No I didn't." I shook my head.
"Yes you did. Dean I stitched it up myself." She argued. " The time you guys went into that Vampire nest and you came back barely alive." She sighed. "It was there and now..."
"Oh ya..." How did she even remember that? "Well one of the perks of being yanked out of the pit." I shrugged. "Kinda like a clean slate." I smiled. "No scars or anything."
"Seriously?" She asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah... well except the hand prints." I rolled my eyes.
"Hand prints?" She asked turning her whole body.
I huffed and rolled up my short sleeve to above my shoulder. When the burn mark finally registered to Clara her eyes were big and mouth hung open. "Lovely aren't they?" I rolled my eyes.
"Does... does it hurt?" She reached out tracing over it lightly with her fingers.
"It did at first but not anymore." I felt her fingers lightly touch my shoulder and she looked more amazed then anything.
"He really is an angel..." She whispered out.
"Well I wouldn't just to conclusions." I corrected her.
She huffed and leaned back in her seat. She rolled her eyes. " Really? All that's happened and you still don't believe in a higher power?" She asked.
"Why should I?" I shrugged.
She laughed. "How many times are we going to have this conversation?"
"What do you mean?"
"God and angels..." She laughed. " Ever since we were teenagers we argued about this crap. I say they could exist and you give a whole list of reasons why they can't be, I come back with the whole unbelievable stuff, you roll your eyes and just argue back. I call you an idiot and then walk out of the room." She laughed looking over at me.
"You know it is amazing all the things you remember." I smiled.
"That's not amazing." She rolled her eyes.
"Well I think it is." I looked over and it may have been the light on the street but I swear she blushed. I smiled instantly. "So miss badass hunter..." I started.
"Badass?" She laughed again.
"Oh ya Sam has filled me in." I looked over. "Hunters talk you know."
"Well there's nothing to talk about. Just doing my job."
"But it wasn't your job... why did you turn back?" I asked and she sighed.
"Seemed like the thing to do I guess." She looked out the windshield. "With one hunter out of commission someone should talk his place..." She shrugged.
"And what about your team?" I asked and her mood changed. Like she was saddened by the topic. " They must wonder where you are?"
"I'm sure they do." Was all she said as she sighed and looked out the window. It was quiet for a minute. There was something about her tone. She didn't want to talk about her team so I let it go. "Hey... where's Sam?" She asked.
"Ask that question a lot?" I asked and she looked over at me.
Just the way he said that. Sam must have told him I left him and never called. I huffed and let out a laugh. "Yes actually." I shook my head and Dean looked over quickly. "What did he tell you?"
"You took off." He answered.
"Yeah? That it?" I asked.
"Why is there more?" He paused. " And I thought I asked you to watch out for him?" He asked seeming a bit angry.
"Well your little brother is hard to find sometimes..." I sighed feeling guilty. " I tried to find him but he just kept moving."
Dean sighed shaking his head. " I'm sorry... Sam may have left that part out. I think he is hiding something."
"Like what?" I asked turning to him.
"Not sure but I bet it's nothing good."