Not Until We Are Lost

Clark was glad that he'd gotten a warning from Ilyien about how quickly things could change with his situation. He'd been in the process of looking for any clues about the aliens and exploring New Dietrich when just as suddenly he'd woken up on an island in clothes that again weren't his own. Worse than that, his glasses were missing. The glasses weren't the only thing he hung his secret identity on, but they certainly did help to change the look of his face and dulled the bright blue of his eyes. They also were a physical reminder to keep up the 'mild mannered' act. And ultimately, he wasn't sure how long his secrets would remain kept if he was traveling in the same crowd from planet to planet.

For the time being, he stayed away from most people and simply found a spot on the island to sleep. He ventured out to secure food and he kept his eyes and ears out for the wolf that was rumored to be roaming the island. If the wolf was as dangerous as some believed it to be, they could all be in trouble. A predator in such close proximity to his prey and the vice versa-the prey feeling cornered and like they had to fight back-it could be dangerous for all. Clark wanted to avoid anyone getting hurt and so he watched and listened.

He had no reason to cross to the other island for now and felt that his place was here, keeping an eye on these people.

At the moment, he'd gone out in search of food. There was fruit at the top of a tree. The trouble was that it was just out of reach and the tree didn't have many branches to use a foothold. He looked up and then glanced around. There wasn't anyone in sight and it wouldn't be that long to just fly up there and get some fruit. Would it? His feet lifted off the ground and he didn't stop gaining altitude until he came to the branches containing that precious fruit. From there, he started to pick. He didn't use super-speed for that because he would hate to do any damage to the tree's ability to bear fruit in the future. He simply floated where he was and picked enough fruit to last the day.

Mary hadn't lost track of how many days she'd spent on the island so far. In fact, she'd been keeping count of each sunrise and each day was a little bit more torture. Johnny had shown signs of waking but hadn't yet. Her dad, Rob, and Cas were nowhere to be seen. She both wanted to see the three and feared the reaction from Dean and Rob. After all, it was pretty hard to hide the fact that Johnny hadn't died like any other human who'd been shot in the heart would have. She still wasn't convinced that Jo would leave him alone once he woke up. At least she'd been able to convince her mom to hold off on any hunting until then.

Anna had been somewhat of a buffer as Mary and Jo settled into not speaking to each other more than necessary, but even that was driving Mary nuts. That putting someone that she'd just met in the middle, and simply fighting with her mom wasn't all that great either.

Her cuts were still bandaged but were starting to heal. More slowly than she would have liked, but she supposed she just had to be thankful for the first aid supplies they'd found in that cave.

While Johnny had been out, she'd done her best to keep him clean and tended to as much as she could. Even if Anna and Jo hadn't been determined to keep her from overexerting herself, she probably still would have stuck to her spot at his side while she waited for him to wake up. Knowing that the Johnny of her time must have gone through something similar to this alone after their first kiss only strengthened her resolve. She couldn't have known then and being here now didn't make up for that, but she was determined that he see that he shouldn't have to go through things like this alone. Though if she had her way, there wouldn't be any more near-death or deathlike experiences to recover from.

Then again, when did a Winchester ever get his or her way when it came to the safety of those they loved most?