[ Weird doesn't even begin to properly cover it. For a moment, Claire has to look away. Has to glare daggers into the unspecified distance. It almost looks like she's set on ignoring him, like she's cold shouldering him while her tongue peeks out to poke and prod on her busted lip. The bruise on her cheek far from fading. Claire shifts, uncomfortable and trying not to show it. Hurt, and trying even harder not to show that.
Cas being here is worse. She can't pretend to just be Claire, no last time, no significance - which she'd have preferred to do with Dean. If it were up to her, she'd just leave him in the dark about who she really is. He doesn't know her, not really. Just knows some little kid he saw once, on the day his best friend ruined her life. He doesn't care about her, and she'd rather not see him go full on guilt trip about the girl she used to be, like Cas did. ]
So when's the holy dillweed from?
[ Is he the Cas who got her a stupid plushed cat from hot topic that may or may not have a spot on her shelve in Jody's house, safe and sound whenever Claire's pulled back from the road to h--- to where she crashes when things calm down sometimes. Or is he the guy who ignored her prayers all those years. Who didn't give a shit for so very long?
Is he gonna care who she is, and that she sometimes still wakes up from nightmares of being chained to a comet and flayed open, of watching the warm light vanish from her father's eyes to be replaced by something alien burning bright and cold.
It's not a yes or no as far as that inn goes, of course. Claire shifts her attention back to Dean though, chin slightly raised. Maybe she can't blame him for not knowing her just yet. But that just makes him some guy who has no right to sit in her heart like a family shaped splinter. ]
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Cas being here is worse. She can't pretend to just be Claire, no last time, no significance - which she'd have preferred to do with Dean. If it were up to her, she'd just leave him in the dark about who she really is. He doesn't know her, not really. Just knows some little kid he saw once, on the day his best friend ruined her life. He doesn't care about her, and she'd rather not see him go full on guilt trip about the girl she used to be, like Cas did. ]
So when's the holy dillweed from?
[ Is he the Cas who got her a stupid plushed cat from hot topic that may or may not have a spot on her shelve in Jody's house, safe and sound whenever Claire's pulled back from the road to h--- to where she crashes when things calm down sometimes. Or is he the guy who ignored her prayers all those years. Who didn't give a shit for so very long?
Is he gonna care who she is, and that she sometimes still wakes up from nightmares of being chained to a comet and flayed open, of watching the warm light vanish from her father's eyes to be replaced by something alien burning bright and cold.
It's not a yes or no as far as that inn goes, of course. Claire shifts her attention back to Dean though, chin slightly raised. Maybe she can't blame him for not knowing her just yet. But that just makes him some guy who has no right to sit in her heart like a family shaped splinter. ]