The Hounds of Justice

Chapter 4 "Seth is she going to die?"

 "Seth is she going to die?"

“No Roman, I won’t let her die, not her I promise.” Seth’s voice sounded urgent.

I didn’t really know what to do; I pulled my hand through my hair messing it up.  Dean hovered close behind me, looking on.

“Dean come hold her down, this will hurt her…” Seth trailed off looking up at me before continuing. “A lot more than it’ll hurt me.”

Dean raced over holding Clara’s small body down gently. Dean muttered. “I hope she stays unconscious...” Seth looked up briefly before holding his hands over her gaping wound.

Seth winced as he healed the wound, it hurt him too, as for a brief few seconds he experiences the pain of the person he’s healing. The last human he tried to heal her wounds were to server almost killing Seth too, before Dean intervened with his mind control.

Clara started to come to, “Shit” I muttered.

“umm…arrr…Stop! Stop! That hurts please!” She cried out, trying to push Dean’s arms away from her while wiggling away. Tears ran down her pale skin.

Without thinking I clasped her hand in mind trying to keep her calm, nodding to Dean to try the mind link to calm her slightly. “Shhh shhh Clara, it’s ok...Seth here is trying to help you, be brave for us ok?” She nodded a she slowly calmed down her breathing slowed and became gentle again, I assumed it was Dean.

“Good job Dean for calming her man.” Seth lightly spoke, but Dean shook his head.

“It wasn’t me, I couldn’t enter her mind, it was like fort Knox in there. How much long Seth my arms are getting tired.” Dean sounded frustrated.

“It’ deep but I’ve healed her internal wounds, I won’t fully heal her, leaving no more than a small graze wound.”

Clara's eyes fluttered open, "Hey there sweety." Seth voice soothing as he bought one hand up to her cheek, stroking the dry tears away.

"Sethie, it hurts.." She mumbled, Dean and I couldnt help but chuckle lightly at her nickname for Seth.

"I know sweetheart, i'm trying to take away as much pain as i can for you, just hang on in there for me, just a little while longer." He brushed her hair off her face.

"Don't worry i won't go towards the light." She giggled, even though she was still extremely weak she still had a sense of humor. "Umm Dean?" She looked up, as her head was laying flat against the pillow.

"Yeah princess?"

"Can you not use you mind mojo on me, it gave me a massive headache trying to block you out." She frowned.

"I wondered why i suddenly felt an achey feel in my skull, thanks Dean." Seth didn't seem overally happy with him.

"Whoa sorry guys, i was only trying to help." Dean held his arms up, shuffling to the side opposite side of Clara till still on the bed.

"If you guys don't mind im going back to..." She closed her eyes drifting off before she could finish the sentence. We were all still worried about our little Clara, we hadn't know her long but we just knew for sure she was something special even for a mundane.

Two hours later, Seth had finished healing Clara, Dean had long gone from the scene and had crashed out on the couch, I didn’t want to leave her side just in case we lost her, like we have so many before.

“Roman rest, she’ll be fine, she’s stronger than the others.” Seth put a hand on my shoulder.

“Let me see your wound.” I stood up letting my hand drift away from Clara’s.

“Na man its fine.” He shrugged it off.

“Seth let me see.” I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

It wasn’t too bad, just a small abrasion compared to Clara’s.

“You’re lucky, Seth it could had been far worse.” He shrugged.

“Yeah well I’m fine, but you need to rest, I’ll stay with her till the morning you go get some sleep you’ve been up for hours.” Seth basically pushed me out the door.

I hope she survives the night, it’s happened before we thought we found the one but they died hours later after Seth healed them. I guess the magic of the supernatural couldn’t survive in their body.  I quietly spoke out once in my room.

“Please just let her live, we need her, I need her.”