Everything was dark. It seemed like forever. My pain washed away and I felt nothing but falling. I think I knew I had actually died but there was still a small part of me back with Sam and Dean. I waited hoping for a miracle. Then it came in the form of an angel. All I saw was Cas's wings and then I felt my heart pumping again. I could feel tight grips on my hands and a few voices. When I finally got my breath back and my eyes opened I smiled.
Sam and Dean were staring down at me just waiting. I didn't even wait for them to react. I sat up and I didn't care how much it hurt I pulled them both into my arms and squeezed them tightly. They hugged me back even tighter and although it hurt I didn't mind one bit.
Then everything that had happened came back to me. I pushed away quickly and stared at them. "Is Haley okay?" I asked in a panic.
"I don't know. The ambulance is going to be here soon..." Sam sighed.
"I gotta make sure she is..." I started and tried to get to my feet but Dean pulled me right back down.
"Oh no you don't. You have done enough so just sit still so you don't bleed out." He demanded holding me down and close to him.
"But..." I started to protest.
"Clara!" My name was called and I looked to the top of the stairs. Aaron was rushing down to me with panic in his eyes. "Where's Jack?" he asked out of breath and blood all over him.
I smiled a bit and he looked at him funny. I sighed and leaned into Dean. "I told him his dad needed help on the case." Aaron's scared eyes turned and he smiled. He raced back up the stairs. The rest of that day was a bit fuzzy. I mean I had been shot twice and stabbed how many times?
When I woke up everything was different. The only sound I heard was a steady beeping and a some chatter that was to far to hear. I was laying on something soft and when I looked around I was so happy to be in a hospital not that basement. I sighed as I opened my eyes and looked around Dean was passed out in the chair next to me with his hand just inches from mine. I smiled at him and looked over to where Sam was sitting. He had his head in his hands as he bounced his leg up and down.
"Hey." I whispered out and his head shot up with a little boy smile. I smiled right back at him.
"Oh thank god." he stood and walked over to my side. "From now on don't go after possessed" serial killers alone... please." Sam sighed.
"I completely agree." I smiled. "Wait you guys were with Hotch... how?" I asked.
"After you hung up on Dean he headed straight over to your team." Sam smiled over at his sleeping brother.
"But you are both wanted by the FBI!" I shook my head.
"Like that mattered?" he laughed and I smiled. "He wasn't exactly just going to take no for an answer."
I looked over at Dean and smiled. "What about Haley?" I asked and Sam just looked down. "Sam?"
"We don't know." Dean's voice came. I looked over and he sat up rubbing his eyes. "No one will tell us anything."
"What about Jack?" I asked.
"Again we don't know. The paramedics took you here and we followed." he sighed standing up slowly.
"And how long have I been out?" I asked.
"About two or three days." Dean smirked a bit. "But now that your awake we can leave." He said.