The next few hours Dean drove and he just asked about the kind of cases I or Bobby had worked on. That was four months of cases I filled him in on. Most of the time he didn't seem to pleased. Why was he so bent out of shape about me being a hunter? He told me about the argument he had with Sam over the whole angels and God thing. He still refused to believe they were real. Then Dean got a phone call from Sam. He put it on speaker.

"Sam whats going on?" he asked.

"Something weird is going on Dean." He sounded out of breath.

"What kind of weird Sam?" I asked.

"Hunters are dying." He said.

"And that's new?" I asked.

"They all have their chests ripped apart." he sounded agitated. "And... I think I just saw Hendrickson..."

"What?" Dean laughed.

"I was at the gas station and he attacked me." Sam said.

"But Hendrickson is dead." Dean said I looked up to him. "Lilith killed him and those other cops?"

"Yeah I know!" Sam said. " And now Bobby isn't answering his phone."

"What!? Where the hell is he?" I asked reaching for my phone dialling Bobby's number. All I got was a busy line.

"Sam just get to Bobby's we'll meet you there!" Dean ordered before he hung up.

"So people are seeing ghosts..." I started.

"What?" Dean looked over at me as he slammed harder on the gas.

"Well Sam saw Hendrickson, and Roy..." I paused. "Oh great." I rolled my eyes with a huff.

"What? Come one explain." Dean tried to get more out of be.

"Roy was complaining he was seeing a dead girl follow him... and I hung up on him." I laughed.

"Whats so special about the girl?"

"Nothing really? Just someone he couldn't save." I shrugged.

We reached Bobby's under the hour and Sam was waiting for us. Dean and I rushed out of the car and Sam threw me a shot gun and Dean grabbed one from the trunk. Was slowly made our way into the house. Dean called out for Bobby but no answer. There was a crowbar laying on the ground near the stairs and Dean headed upstairs. Sam went outside and I checked all the rooms.

It was quiet until I could hear voices calling my name. It was only two but it was so loud. I turned to find no one. Then I heard a bang from upstairs. It sounded like someone had fallen over. So I made my way up to find a skinny blonde walking closer to Dean. I was about to shoot when I was pushed over and down he stairs. A shot went off and something crashed to the ground. When I looked up I had no words.

"Hi there." The women smiled at me. "Remember me?" She asked as I tried to roll over. I had lost grip of my gun and I was laying at the bottom of the stairs.

When I finally looked up at her I was confused. "Kate?" I asked and she nodded. "What?" I asked thinking I wasn't seeing straight. How could I be seeing SSA Kate Joiner?

"Well it is so good too see you again." She smiled bending over and kicking the gun further away. "Got a bone to pick with you..."

"oh yeah?" I laughed pushing myself up.

Kate shook her head and pushed me back down. "Yeah... see you thought you could just get away with it huh?"

"Away with what?" I asked.

Kate reached down and grabbed my shirt lifting me up. "You killed me!" She screamed. I think she was about to throw me but before she could she turned into smoke and I fell to the ground.

"ah... Jesus.." I said rolling onto my back. I lifted my head to see Dean rushing to my side. "Thanks for that." I said as he lent me a hand to get up.

"Don't mention it." He smiled as he pulled me up.

We walked over to join Bobby and Sam. Bobby looked over at me. He looked sad that I was there. He sighed and looked down. "They're people we knew." Sam said.

"Not just that." Dean walked over to the couch as he loaded more rounds into his gun. I leaned over and sat on the edge of Bobby's desk. "People we couldn't save."

I looked over at him with wide eyes. "Seriously?" I asked with a sigh pushing my hair up into a ponytail.

"I saw something on Meg.. did she have a tattoo when she was alive?" Dean ignored me and looked to Sam.

"I don't think so?"

"It was on her hand... like a brand." Dean explained.

Sam's eyes got big. " I saw a mark on Hendrickson too..." Sam looked over at me. "Did you see one on..." he paused. "Who was that?" he asked me.

I stood up quickly. " No one." I answered. " And I didn't see a brand." I looked away. Everything was making sense and I was trying so hard to forget the events of that day but now they had literally come back to haunt me. Dean looked over at me like he knew I wasn't telling the truth.

Sam turned to Bobby and started drawing on paper. He showed the paper to Bobby and he sighed. " I think I've seen that before." He said turning looking at me with a sad look then grabbed two books. Then the lights started to flicker. "We gotta move." he handed the books to Sam.

"Bobby were are the keys?" I asked knowing what he meant.

"Where we going?" Sam asked.

"Somewhere safe idigit." Bobby turned to me. " Top drawer beside the sink." I ran over and grabbed the keys to the panic room. He and the boys rushed down the stairs first. Bobby stopped at the door and I threw him the keys. When Bobby opened the door Sam and Dean looked at each other. I was last in and shut the door behind me.

The boys looked around in a confused and fascinated manner. "Bobby? Is this.."

"Solid iron, completely coded in salt." He smiled proudly. I walked over taking the books from Sam and placed them on the table. "100% ghost proof."

Sam smiled wildly at Bobby. "You built a panic room?" Sam sounded so impressed.

"I had a weekend off." he laughed turning to the books I placed on the table.

"Bobby..." Dean looked over at Bobby holding on of the rifles. "you're awesome." He smiled.

I rolled my eyes at them and Bobby looked at me. The boys then looked over at me as Bobby started to go through the books. "You knew about this?" Sam laughed.

"Of course I did... who do you think built the sky-high devil's trap." I said pointing to the roof. Both boys slowly looked up and smirked. "You think Bobby has the flexibility to get up there?" I laughed and both their heads dropped quickly. Dean's eyes grew and Sam giggled to himself. I smirked and walked over sitting next to Bobby.

The boys started their work on making more salt rounds. I noticed them look at each other like they were mad. Dean was slamming the shells loudly and then he just handed it off roughly to Sam. "See this is why I can't get behind God." he said turning halfway between Sam and Bobby and I.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked and I sighed. Dean was going to go off on his bad things happen to good people rant.

"If he does exists... fine bad crap happen to good people." Bobby stopped writing and looked over. "That's how it is." Dean looked over at Bobby. Sam listened but went on with the shells. "No rhyme or reason, just random horrible, evil, I get it." he stopped taking a breath. " I can roll with that. But if he is out there what's wrong with him?" he asked Sam. "Where the hell is he when all these good people are getting torn to shreds. How does he live with himself?" Dean shook his head looking down at the shell he was packing. "Why doesn't he help?" Dean sighed.

Sam looked over at Bobby and Bobby looked to me. They just shook their heads and I rolled my eyes. Thought that was our job." I whispered and all three men looked to me. I didn't think anyone would hear that.

"What?" Dean and Sam asked looking a bit pissed.

"Nothing." I smiled closing a book that was telling me nothing. Dean squinted his eyes at me and Sam looked at his brother.

"I found it." Bobby broke Dean's stare.

"What?" They both asked.

"The brand on the ghosts..." Bobby paused looking up at me. " Mark of the witness."

"I thought they could only be raised if they were witness to the unnatural?" I stood quickly.

"Yeah."

"Well then why did I see..." I paused. They all looked to me. "I knew it." I said walking back over to my seat and shaking me head.

"Knew what?" Dean asked.

"That's not all." Bobby interrupted. "Whoever rose them had bigger plans." He said looking to me and I shook my head knowing what he was going to say. " All fits into an ancient prophecy."

"Where is it from?" Dean asked.

"Long story short. Revelations." Sam and Dean looked confused. " It's a sign boys."

"A sign of what?" They asked at the same time. No matter what situation we were in it was always funny when they talked they said the same thing.

"The apocalypse." I answered. Dean and Sam's eyes darted to me quickly as I leaned forward on the chair. Bobby didn't answer right way so I figured he was hesitant. They both looked at me like they didn't believe me.

"The apocalypse? Like apocalypse, apocalypse?" he asked again. "Like four horse men... five dollar a gallon apocalypse?" he laughed then looked to Bobby.

"That's the one. The rising of the witnesses is a mile marker." Bobby explained. Dean shook his head

"Okay so what do we do now?" Sam asked and Dean laughed and walked back over to where he as sitting.

"Road trip. Grand canyon. Star trek experience.

" I smiled. Dean was a nerd sometimes and didn't even know it. Then he clapped and smiled. "Bunny ranch." He winked at Sam.

I rolled my eyes. "Why don't we outlive this first." I added.

"Great. Got any ideas other than staying in this room until judgment day." Dean said with a huff. He looked annoyed that I spoke up instead of Bobby.

"It's a spell. Send them back to rest. Should work." Bobby summarized.

"Should?" Sam laughed looking over at me.

"Bobby you gotta translate it properly first." I said and Bobby rolled his eyes.

"I know that. I got everything we need in the house." He said.

"Any chance you got everything in this room?" Dean sounded hopeful.

"You thought our luck was going to start now all of a sudden." Bobby said and Dean sighed.

"Spell's gotta be cast over an open fire." I said reaching over taking the book from Bobby.

"Fireplace in the library." Sam answered and I smiled with a nod.

"Just not as appealing as a ghost proof panic room." Dean sighed.

"You're tell me." I said slowly reading the book.

"Just start reading Clara." Bobby ordered.

"Me?" I asked. "Don't you think you should do it?" I asked suddenly feeling very nervous.

"My Latin is rusty at best. Just write down the things we need and I'll do the rest." Bobby said as he and Sam started to pack more salt shells.

I sighed and turned to the book. It was old and dusty and the letters were small and in Latin. Sure my Latin was great but one mistake and I would get us all killed. I noticed Dean walking over and sitting next to me.

"Who was she?" he asked and I looked up confused. " The blonde trying to rip your face off." He smirked.

"No one." I didn't want to answer. I looked back down at the book and started writing out the translation.

"You know we all have those people we couldn't save..." Dean started.

"Yeah I know." I answered.

I could tell how she kept looking down. She was afraid of the women who attacked he before. She wouldn't tell me or Sam who she was. Clara stayed quiet and decoded the spell. I found it amazing she could translate a spell in Latin so quickly. "Here." She finished after about ten minutes. She handed Bobby the paper and I saw the slight shake in her hand. She walked over to Sam and he handed her a gun with a soft smile. " Thanks." She said.

"Watch each other." Bobby said at the door. "Don't run out of ammo before I'm done. Or they'll shred you."

"Nice Bobby." Clara said from behind me.

Bobby shrugged with a smirk as he slowly opened the door. Sam and I walked out first. Clara stayed close to me and Bobby followed her. We rounded the corner to find Ronald sitting on the stairs. "Ronald?" I asked.

"Hey Dean." he smirked as he slowly stood up.

"Man I wish I could say it's good to see you." I sighed.

"I'm dead because of you! You were supposed to help me!" He yelled and then disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Bobby looked over at me and shook his head. "If you're gonna shoot, shoot. Don't talk." I heard Clara's small laugh from behind me. It was weird how she managed to smile sometimes. Even after all that has happened it was the little things that made her smirk. We rushed up the stairs and Bobby started on the spell. Sam made a circle of salt. "Up stairs. Red hex box. It'll be heavy." he said to Sam. He nodded and ran up.

"Bobby." Two little ghost girls came from no where. I didn't even hesitate. I shot and they went away.

"Clara... second drawer in the kitchen. Hemlock, Opium, and wormwood." Bobby ordered.

"Yeah." She said walking quickly. I watched as she stepped over the salt with a sigh. She ran over to the kitchen and when she got there the doors closed quickly on her.

"Clara!?" I called out.

"Fine! Just keep going." She called out. Then I heard something crash. "Ugh okay." I heard her grunt out.

I was nervous. The doors had just closed me off from Dean and Bobby and I couldn't see anything. So I focused on getting what Bobby needed. Then something grabbed my hand. I didn't even get a chance to look up before she threw me into the table. "ugh.. okay." I sighed trying to get up and then I saw her. "Kate..." I started as I stood. She looked pissed. "Look I know now."

"No you don't!" She screamed.

"Yes I do!" I yelled back. " I know I should have been in that car instead of you. I should have seen it coming." I said as she walked closer and I struggled to get up.

Kate laughed. "You think you can just say sorry!" She yelled. "Do you know what is like to feel your skin burn and be thrown down the road on your back?! Do you know what it feels like to have someone hold your life in their hands!" She yelled. "Do you know how it feels to have surgeons picking at you..." She reached out and grabbed me. Not just my shirt but this time she reached through my skin and I felt her hand on my heart. "YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED ON THAT TABLE NOT ME! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE ROAD THAT NIGHT!" She yelled. I couldn't breathe and the pain was intense. She was squeezing harder and harder.

Then I heard the click of a gun and then the tightness on my chest was gone and so was Kate. I fell to the ground gasping for air. "Clara..." Sam rushed over. " You alright?" He asked.

"No..." I shook my head and he smirked a bit. He helped me up and then walked over to the doors opening them. When they opened Dean and Bobby's eyes were on me. They must have heard Kate yelling. "here." I placed what Bobby wanted on the table.

Figures just kept popping up. Ronald showed up then went away before Dean could blast him. The blonde named Meg did the same for Sam. Then Hendrickson just laughed at all of us. We used all our shells and before they were done we were out. Dean threw me a rod from the fire place just as Hendrickson appeared in front of me again. I swung and he disappeared again. Bobby was spilling out his spell quickly but he couldn't go fast enough. They just kept coming. Kate always seemed to come after me while the others just tried to reach out to whoever was close enough. Then Meg slammed Sam against the wall with a desk.

"Sam!" Dean shouted.

"Just cover Bobby!" He yelled in pain as the two little girls showed up in front of him. I rushed over to help Sam. I made the girls go away but before I could turn back around someone had me by the hair. I looked up and Kate pulled me back and threw me into the wall.

"Dean!" Bobby called out as Meg took a hold of him and almost dropped the bowl of ingredients.

"Your gonna be sorry..." Kate said as she rushed over and reached back into me and grabbing my heart. "You shouldn't be alive... Your team even thinks your dead. You should be rotting in Hell." She said as she started to pull from the inside. I yelled out in pain and Sam tried to rush over but was pushed back by Hendrickson. "You'll die." Kate whispered. "Just like me... bloody." She smiled and before she could pull my heart out of my chest there was a span of blue light and she and the others yelled out and then they were gone.

My vision was going a bit fuzzy as a few tears fell. I looked up and the boys were helping Bobby up. He nodded to them. "Clara?" Sam sounded worried. I couldn't talk for a second. I could barely breathe. I could hear them rush over and I closed my eyes for a second.

I pushed myself up against the wall slightly. Sam and Dean dropped to my level and reached out to help me up. I put a hand up for them to wait. I took one deep breath and reached for both their hands. They pulled me up and then I pushed away from them. I looked around and saw they were all gone.

"Nice timing." I said to the three boys who had their stares on me. I walked over to the couch slowly and sat down putting my head in my hands.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet. Sam and Dean asked Bobby about what happened but Bobby had no answers and was tired. I didn't say anything I just started cleaning up. Picking up papers and putting some of Bobby's ingredients back. Sam and Dean had a drink and talked more about angels ad God.

"Clara?" Sam asked from the kitchen table. I turned from the library waiting for his question.

"Yeah?" I asked placing a book back.

"Are you alright? You haven't said anything all night."

"Fine Sam." I looked away from him and Dean. I placed the last book back to where it was supposed to go and turned to find the boys still watching me. "Well I'm going to sleep. Goodnight boys." I smiled slightly.

When I made it up the stairs I rushed into my room and slammed the door. I found myself shaking. Then I had no control over my tears. I just started sobbing. Everything Kate had said was finally registering and I couldn't handle all the events of today. First Dean coming back to life, then angels, and now dead FBI agents.

I didn't bother tuning the light on the lamp was already shining. I took a few steps then basically fell to the ground out of weakness and fear. I pulled myself to the corner and put my head in my arms as I pulled my legs up. The smart thing would have been to take a shower and stow the tears but instead I pulled out my phone and called my voicemail. I started playing all the ones from my team and the more they spoke the more I cried. It wasn't long before a knock came to my door.

"Clara?" Dean's voice was soft.

"Go away!" I called out.

"Not a chance." I heard him laughed.

"I'm serious... Dean leave me alone!" And my voice cracked and that's when he walked in.