Lois/Clark
Clark should have stayed behind, but he didn't. There were still bodies to recover and a mess that the public could never be allowed to find. The war was over, yet there was still a lot that they had to deal with. But that was the problem. Clark didn't want to deal with any of it. He watched Diana die. That hole in the ground had swallowed her whole and Clark couldn't stop it from happening. Diana, Rose, Dean, Sam, Rebekah, Harry - so many people had been hurled into that dark, raging pit of torment and Clark had only been able to watch them all go. He couldn't save them. He had been too weak and too slow.
He had those demon witches to thank for that.
In all honesty, Clark didn't know how he managed to get back to the Roadhouse. The effects of the spells that had been laid on him were still running strong and, as tough as Clark was, even he couldn't just up and walk their magic off. Yet, somehow, he had. He'd found the door, fumbled his way through it, and immediately started searching for her.
Lois. He had to see her. He had to make sure that she was okay. Lucifer might have sent some of his demons here to attack them all while they were at the graveyard and if any of them managed to get inside, then they probably -
No. No. He'd lost Diana. He wouldn't lose Lois. She was here. She was fine. He wouldn't accept anything else.
Looking all too worn through for his own good, Clark pushed himself to stay upright. He'd had it worse. This was nothing. Kryptonite. Doomsday. He'd survived that; he'd get through this. Once he found Lois. Yet, before he could manage to walk any further, a blinding pain seared it's way through his skull. Clark doubled over and immediately began to choke up blood. He needed sun. He needed to push this out of his system.
But that logic didn't hold. It wouldn't until he knew that the woman he loved was safe.