[ It still takes some adjusting - living with Dean and Castiel.
well, who is she kidding, no... it's downright weird. Not bad, just... yeah. Claire's gotten used to sharing the house with Jody and Alex, and lives alone in her car and in motel rooms when on the road during a case. This arrangement is... weird. And new.
Quite frankly, she feels oddly crowded in and doesn't quite know why. They're not doing anything except... existing. And caring. And being their usual brand of gross weird brothers-dads-uncles.
Ugh.
Still. Living in such close proximity, and having Cas back despite the dire news Dean intitially had to share with her... It's not a bad deal honestly. It also means, though, that she gets to watch them.
And that means she gets to watch them be weird at each other.
Something's up. And Claire has every intention of skillfully, tactfully unearthing secrets via subtle interrogation of the less emotionally constipated dude in the house - which ironically is an angel wearing her father's corpse.
Her life feels like a dumb TV show sometimes.
Regardless... they've all been back from their weird little trips for a while, she still has her hand bandaged with torn sheets - downgraded from manor sheets to abandoned house sheets, thanks for nothing Mathias, and launches operations sneak attack by casually wandering over to Cas and beginning the most skilfull, subtle, roundabout interrogation... by way of applying a battering ram to the topic. ]
Day 28: Closed to Castiel
well, who is she kidding, no... it's downright weird. Not bad, just... yeah. Claire's gotten used to sharing the house with Jody and Alex, and lives alone in her car and in motel rooms when on the road during a case. This arrangement is... weird. And new.
Quite frankly, she feels oddly crowded in and doesn't quite know why. They're not doing anything except... existing. And caring. And being their usual brand of gross weird brothers-dads-uncles.
Ugh.
Still. Living in such close proximity, and having Cas back despite the dire news Dean intitially had to share with her... It's not a bad deal honestly. It also means, though, that she gets to watch them.
And that means she gets to watch them be weird at each other.
Something's up. And Claire has every intention of skillfully, tactfully unearthing secrets via subtle interrogation of the less emotionally constipated dude in the house - which ironically is an angel wearing her father's corpse.
Her life feels like a dumb TV show sometimes.
Regardless... they've all been back from their weird little trips for a while, she still has her hand bandaged with torn sheets - downgraded from manor sheets to abandoned house sheets, thanks for nothing Mathias, and launches operations sneak attack by casually wandering over to Cas and beginning the most skilfull, subtle, roundabout interrogation... by way of applying a battering ram to the topic. ]
So, you and Dean are acting weirder than usual.