[ Claire's eyes narrow. What's with the self-deprecation around here? Sheesh. She's the only one who is allowed to give these oafs shit, no one else - not even they themselves. ]

Bullshit.

[ She says that easily and without heat, stretching out one leg to poke Cas' knee with the tip of her boot. ]

Remember... when you came back for me. I told you that you're nicer. And a bit of a doofus. Doesn't mean best you can do is sandwiches.

[ Not his fault she was clever enough to give him the slip either. He's... trusting. With a big old heart that she never suspected him to have when all she felt, chained to his comet, was something ancient and righteous and fierce.

In so many ways, though, he's just like her. An outer shell that's heart and fierce, and if you dig below... if you see the truth...

I can barely keep it together on a good day. ]

Are you putting yourself down because your grace fizzled out in this shit hole?