Agent Hotchner busted the door down first. His gun at the ready and when he saw George Foyet he seemed to freeze. When Sam and I followed in I saw way. There was blood trailing everywhere. All along the carpet up he stairs and then back down again. Sam sighed and I looked to him. It was like we walked into another nightmare only this one was real.
Foyet took off up the stairs and Hotch followed him. We noticed the blood trail leading to the basement stairs so we both rushed over and when we were at the top I ran down without even hesitation. "Clara!" I called out.
She wasn't moving and when I knelt beside her I could hear how painful her breaths were. I put my hand on her back where Blood seemed to coming from and her eyes shot open. "Oh my god." She said biting her lip. I placed my hand on her chest where the other bullet wound was and I sighed as she flinched and called in pain.
"Stop being such a baby." I laughed as she eyes slowly looked to me. "Just a flesh wound." I shrugged.
She smiled brightly when she saw me. "Hi." Was all she could say.
"Sammy get an ambulance would you."
"Make sure Haley is taken first... she is hurt bad." Clara smiled at Sam. Sam stood and walked to the corner and made his call. He looked scared and I knew he was.
"Everything is just peachy huh?" I asked with a sad smile.
She laughed but then stopped because she was hurting herself. "You got that eh?" She smiled closing her eyes. "Well good..." Her words were trailing off.
"Hey... None of that." I shook her and she groaned. "Can't have you dying now can I?" I asked and she sighed as she placed a hand on mine.
"Cas said it would happen..."
"Yeah well Cas is a liar and you're not dying." I said my own voice getting shaky.
"He's an angel Dean." She sighed.
" I don't care. You can't..." I paused because I practically choking on my own tears. Clara was dying in my arms and if she died I would never forgive myself and I have no idea what would happen.
All of a sudden her eyes shot open. "Dean..." She reached out for me and grabbed my shirt.
"What? What is it?" I asked as her eyes searched the ceiling. "Clara... baby look at me." Once I said that her eyes looked to me as tears gathered.
She managed a small smile. She sat up a bit and before I could push her back to stop the bleeding her placed her lips gently on mine. My eyes closed instantly as I tried to hold on to that short kiss for longer. She threw her arms around me as she gently continued to kiss me but then all at once it stopped. Her whole body weight pushed on me and her lips fell away from mine. My eyes shot open full of tears as Sam rushed over.
"Clara?" I tried to shake her. She wasn't moving and when I looked over to Sam he never looked so scared. His eyes were as wide as mine.
"Clara come on..." He sighed as he placed his fingers to her neck trying to feel a pulse. "Dean she..." he sighed. "What's going on... why isn't she waking up?" He asked me with big puppy dog eyes.
"I did tell her." Cas's voice came from the dark corner.
"Cas! Come on man you gotta help her!" I yelled at him.
"Why?" He squinted.
"Come on you can't just let her die!" I yelled finally.
"Dean it doesn't work that way..." he sighed.
"Well I don't care." I placed Clara's head gently in Sam's lap as I stood and rushed over to Cas. "You bring her back now or we're done." He tilted his head. "We are done helping you stop the apocalypse. We are done hunting down the seals and Lilith and I will find a way to kill you and all your angel buddies... for good." I said through my teeth trying my best not to hit Cas. He was a good guy and was on out side but right now he was an enemy. "Cas please." I asked one last time.
I saw it in his eyes. He couldn't just stand back and watch Clara die too. He nodded slightly as he walked over to Clara and Sam. He knelt down and placed a hand over her head. He paused for a second with his eyes closed then his eyes opened in confusion.
"What is it?" Sam asked as I walked over and kneeled next to him.
"Clara... she, she is healing herself..." He said.
"What?" Sam and I said at the same time.
"Like I tried to explain to you two, weeks ago... Clara is one-fourth Nephilim. Which mean only a few things can kill her. She is healing herself but..."
"but what?"
"She can't complete her healing." He sighed as he closed his eyes. There was a dim flash of light then he stepped away. "She still will need extensive medical care. Those bullets won't remove themselves." he sighed stepping back. "I've done all I can do." He sighed looking at her. It almost looked like he felt guilty.
"Thanks Cas." I looked up to him as he stood and took a step back. He nodded then he was gone. Sam and I held Clara's hand as we waited for her to wake up. We could hear footsteps from upstairs but we didn't move. I looked over at Sam and he looked over at me with a sigh. She still hadn't moved yet.