I just missed the days where Sam and Dean would call when they had trouble with a case. An easy case like with a werewolf or a vamp. Not demons and angels. I missed the cases that the BAU would work and I really hoped Castiel was right about one thing. I hoped I get to see my friends again before I died.

I went out and got some food and ate alone. I sighed as the sun set and I was still alone. I tried calling Bobby but he wouldn't answer. I was going to call Sam but I bet they were knee-deep in their own monster problems. When the light of headlights flashed on the walls I was hoping it was Bobby.

The door opened but I stayed where I was. I sat on the couch my legs crossed and halfway down a page in a bible older than the others. "Bobby?" Dean's voice made me jump a bit. He and Sam rounded the corner. Sam seemed to smile and Dean just looked at me.

"Hi Clara." Sam smiled at me standing away from his brother.

"Hey." I smiled at both of them, just happy to know they were alright.

"Where's Bobby?" Dean asked.

"He left. He'll be back... soon I think." I sighed looking back down at the Bible.

"Clara you alright?" Sam asked.

I smiled up at him and closed the book. "Yupp." I said. I stood and looked over to Dean. " What happened?" I asked noticing a cut and bruising around his eye and then the cut on Sam's forehead.

"Tackled by a Rugaru." Dean said in a somber tone.

"and you?" I asked with concern to Sam.

"Hit me." Sam shrugged.

"Well if you tried to set me on fire I would hit your heads in too." I smiled a bit. Sam smiled a bit then sighed.

"I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight Clara." He said to me and started up the stairs. Dean's eyes were just fixed on me.

"Night Sam." I smiled. Once he was gone I went back to sit on the couch and when I looked up Dean was still staring at me. "What?" I asked with a sigh expecting him to freak out on me. He just shook his head a bit.

"A trade?" he asked sounding unimpressed.

"Oh you know I don't need to hear that lecture. I already got it from Bobby three months ago." I rolled my eyes.

"What were you even thinking?" he asked.

"Dean seriously stop it." I said looking up and narrowing my eyes.

"Answer the question." He said but I didn't answer right away. "What were you thinking?" he raised his voice.

" I was thinking you died!" I finally yelled as I stood up. "I was thinking that-" I stopped and shut my mouth. I shook my head. "No. I'm not explaining this to you again." I just sighed. "So be mad at me. Hell be mad at the world like always but don't make me explain myself. Because you will never like the answer." I shook my head with another sigh and started walking toward him. I was about to pass him when he grabbed my arm. I turned my head and he pulled me into him. I was expecting another yelling match but instead he pulled me in and planted his lips on mine. When he pulled away I just looked at him.

"Alright that's it." He smiled bending down a bit. I didn't expect him to pick me up and throw me over his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" I laughed as he climbed the stairs without effort.

"What does it look like?" He said with a chuckle. "I am carrying my girl to bed." he said. He walked right into my room and with out a warning he dropped me on the bed. I bounced a bit and he smiled.

I smiled back and he bet down and started to kiss my neck. "24 hours ago you didn't want me around." I said and he sighed. ""and now I'm your girl?" He pulled away and looked down at me. My hand was placed lightly on his chest. I was still mad at him but he was making it hard to be.

"Whether you like it or not, you'll always be my girl." he smiled.

As a girl I couldn't help but smile. Isn't that what everyone dreams to be told at least once in their lives? I gripped his shirt and pulled him back down and kissed him. He snaked his arms around me pulling me closer and closer. I pulled up his shirt and threw it to the ground, and he did the same. I sighed in relief when I could feel his warm touch on my skin. His hands were on my back just about to unhook my bra then I heard the door open. "CLARA!" Bobby's voice called.

"Oh God..." I said pushing Dean off me.

"Hey." he said giggling to himself. I jumped from the bed and grabbed what I thought was my shirt. IT was Dean's but I didn't stop to change.

I could hear Dean follow me and I wish he hadn't. I ran down the stairs and Bobby was just walking in the door with a brown paper bag and the same pissed off look he had when he left. He looked at me. "Well about time you got your slow ass down here." He said pushing past me. "Come help me with this stuff." He said.

"Bobby." I stopped him. I could see out of the corner of my eye Dean standing at the top of the stairs. Bobby was already in the kitchen.

"I think I figured out a way to stop..."

"Bobby!" I almost yelled. He jumped a bit and turned quickly. "After you took off the boys showed up." I said walking toward him quickly.

"Good they can help-"

"No." I shook my head and tried to speak quietly. "Remember what I asked you before you took off?" I asked and Bobby just looked at me.

"Yes I remember damn well what you told me!" He just about yelled at him. "and I'm trying to help." he said.

"I know." I smiled at Bobby. "But just for now..." I stopped looking over my shoulder. Dean still hadn't come downstairs which was a relief. "For now... just let it be."

"But Clara-"

"Bobby. Please." I sighed putting my hands on his shoulders to calm him down. He just narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"Your gonna die and your asking me to stay on the sidelines!" He yelled pushing me away.

"Bobby!" I yelled at him and that's when I heard Dean's footsteps coming down the stairs. "I didn't say that. I'm all for living but I..."

"You don't care enough to do anything?" he assumed.

"What no?"

"Well tough because I do and this isn't gonna happen!" He yelled pushing past me. He was walking quickly toward the door.

"Bobby where are you going?" I asked following him. Bobby past Dean first. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs with wide eyes. I didn't even look at him. "Bobby get back here!" I yelled as he stormed out the door. He stormed into his car and started the engine. " I swear if you leave again I will..." He took off. " Bobby?" I didn't even bother calling out he wasn't stopping.

I sighed and took a deep breath in. Now I had to deal with Dean's questions. I turned around and he was standing at the door staring at me. I walked toward him and then inside. I pushed past him and was about to head upstairs and ignore him but of course Castiel and his great timing.

The gust of wind made me look to the living room where he was standing. "Oh great timing." I rolled my eyes looking at him. He just stood there.

"I need to speak with you." Castiel stepped forward.

"Your other angel friend with you?" I asked.

"I sent Uriel on another assignment." He sighed. "I figure with what happened last time he has no business being around you."

"What happened last time?" Dean asked.

"Oh his partner tried to run me through with a freaking silver stake." I nodded with a smile.

"Dean what happened to your shirt?" Castiel asked at the same time.

"She's wearing it." Dean said and I looked down and kinda smiled. I didn't even realize it. "And what!" He asked getting closer to us.

"I assure you Uriel will no longer be around." Castiel said to me.

"Okay what do you want now?" I asked with a sigh. "Got another circle to throw me in?" I smiled.

"No the last one worked perfectly fine." Castiel said. I just shook my head at him and waited. "I just need you to come with me." He said.

"Where?" I asked.

"Virginia."

"No." I shook my head and backed up. "I know what you're getting at I'm not going back there." I said.

"And why not? You're the one who asked me if you would see your friends again and here is your chance. I need your help with finding someone."

"Why do you need her help?" Dean asked stepping beside me.

"because she knows what she is doing when it comes to demon and people. And you and Sam already have enough on your plate." Castiel said shaking his head.

"Who are you looking for?" I asked now curios as how I could help.

"A man by the name Of George Foyet." Castiel said and my mouth dropped open.

"The Boston Reaper?" I asked with a bit of a laugh.

"Who?" Dean asked.

"It was in the papers a few months ago. The Boston Reaper killed a lot of people like ten years ago and made a deal with the investigating officer to drop the case and he would stop killing people. Hotch was on that case and when the detective died the killings started again." I looked to Dean explaining. "They caught him but he had ten years to form an escape route if he needed it and he got away."

"Ten years." Castiel pointed out.

"Wait The Boston Reaper was just a serial killer he isn't a demon... is he?" I asked with a sigh.

"He is and he has taken an interest in your team. Especially Agent Hotchner and Morgan."

"Oh God are they okay?" I panicked a bit.

"For now. Before the demon possessed Foyet he was still a mass murder. So he has both qualities and the abilities to hide from heaven. And, unless you help me find him I can't guarantee Agent Morgan's or Hotchner's safety." Castiel said. "I just need you to track him down. No one of the agents will know your there, that I do guarantee."

"Okay. But you have to give me a minute to pack." I said and he nodded. I knew Dean had more questions that's why I grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs. I shut the door behind me. "Okay don't freak out." I said before turning around.

"I don't want you to go with him." Was all Dean said before I turned around. " At least not with out me or Sam."

I smiled. " No offence but do you know anything about human behaviour?" I asked crossing my arms.

"How hard can it be? People are crazy." Dean shrugged.

"Yes, Yes they are which is why you or Sam can not come." I walked around him and reached out the bed to grab my bag. "Beside this world needs you." I walked over to the dresser and threw him the paper. "Canonsburg, Pennsylvania." I turned as he opened up the paper. "Women found in the park, all her blood drained and her neck nawed on." I put my hands on my hips. "So follow that lead not me. Okay?" I asked throwing my clothes in my bag.

"But Clara.."

"Dean." I stopped him with a sigh. "I have to." I just looked at him. "And if you try to stop me or follow me I can and will kick your ass." I smiled.

"Is that a promise?" He smiled walking over.

"Yes." I smirked and he bent down and kissed me.

"Fine. But call if there is trouble." He ordered.

"A serial killer possessed by a demon... that is all trouble." I pointed out. "But you and Sam have fun cutting Vampire heads off." I smiled kissing him again.

I walked around him taking his shirt off and throwing at him. He smiled and I grabbed my own shirt. "So your completely alright with me and Sam going on our own?" He asked pulling his shirt on.

"Um yeah? Why wouldn't I?" I laughed.

"I don't know? Don't girls usually get jealous when they are away from the guy they are sleeping with for long?" he asked with a smirk.

"That never occurred to me actually." I smiled over my shoulder as I stuffed my bag.

"Really?" He asked sounding surprised. "If my reputation?" he laughed.

"Are you suggesting that your going to waste your time with beer maids and strippers?" I laughed at him.

"Depends." He straightened his back. That wasn't the answer anyone wants to hear. I turned to him and raised my eyebrows.

"Depends?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Depends if your mine or not." He smirked a bit.

"And if I was?" I asked.

"Then beer maids and strippers wouldn't be a problem. Ever." He nodded.

"Good." I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Then I'm all yours." He walked over quickly and kissed me. Dean's arms held me tight and it felt like he really didn't want to let go. "Dean..." I pulled way and he sighed. "I'll call you later." I smiled but he wouldn't let go. "Dean come on." I tried to push away from him. He just smiled at me. "Dean." I laughed. He pulled me in one last time and kissed me softly.

"You know..." he sighed. " You know I love you right?" he almost whispered.

I smiled and kissed him again. " Right back at you." He smiled and when I pulled away he let go. I walked out of the room and he didn't follow. I placed my bag down and noticed Sam's light was on. I looked down the stairs and Castiel was looking at a book. I figured he could wait another minute. I walked over to Sam's door and knocked lightly. " Sam?" I asked.

"Yeah?" he answered and I opened the door.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at his wallet. I walked in and sat next to him. "Hey." I smiled and looked down at the picture. It was strange. "I haven't seen that picture in like three years." I laughed a bit. It was a picture of Jessica and I. We were hugging each other in the middle of a laugh. "You know I remember that night like it happened last week." I smiled and Sam looked up at me. "She almost had to drag me out of my apartment that night. She didn't believe in not celebrating birthdays." I shook my head.

"It's been almost four years Clara." Sam sighed. " And it still feels like I watched her die yesterday."

"Oh Sam.." I put an arms around hos shoulders and he sighed again. "I'm really sorry..."

"What I can't stop thinking about is what she would think of me now." He shook his head.

"Why? What's wrong with you?" I asked shaking my head.

"The whole demon blood thing." He said looking at me.

"Sam that's nothing to be ashamed of. You save people." I nudged him. "I think she would be so proud of you."

"And your just saying that because you have to." Sam smiled.

"Please have I ever said anything that wasn't true?" I asked and Sam just looked at me. "Okay what I have to say is that things are going to be okay and plus you have Dean, and Bobby when ever he comes back.. and me." I smiled.

"What happened?" Sam asked. "With Bobby. I heard the yelling."

"Well let's just say he got some news he or anyone wants to hear and he tried to help but help wasn't needed." I tried to dance around what really happened.

"That's it?" Sam asked. "That's all you're gonna tell me."

"For right now... yes. When Bobby cools down he can explain and you and Dean can do whatever you want but right now you two have a case and Castiel has brought me one that is long over due." I smiled standing up.

"Your going back?" Sam asked standing as well.

"Yup, but they won't even know I'm there." I smiled. "They can't." I sighed.

"People are surprising they could actually help." Sam offered.

"Well right now I would rather their lives not be anymore difficult." I sighed. Sam just nodded and I smiled at him. "It really is going to be okay Sam." I stepped over to him and hugged him tightly. "Just be careful please... don't get into any trouble while I'm gone." I smiled as I walked to the door.

"Same goes for you." Sam said with a nod.

I smiled as I walked down the stairs with my bag and Castiel looked at me. "Alright let's get this moving." I smiled and Castiel nodded. He stepped forward and touched my forehead. When I blinked we were in a hotel room. I placed my bag down and Castiel looked around.

"This is the furthest motel from the FBI building. You choose not to see your friends so you can't go back to your apartment which was made a crime scene after you left." he said.

"What why?" I asked.

"Well for one you showed up covered in Deans blood, gash on your face and walked right into the building. Then you left and no one has heard from you since." Castiel squinted his eyes at me.

"How did you know that?" I asked.

"Like I said before I have kept a close eye on the Winchesters and you as well." He nodded. "Now while we are there, no one can see you. Just take a copy of the cases and we can leave." He said.

"Got it." I said.