[ But there's a wry smile once she's done sticking out her tongue in fake disgust. Who likes to hear about old guys getting it on, after all. Like good for Cas, but also... again with the sort-of-dads motif.
And her father's corpse.
How's her life this shitty and complicated?
Not the point of this conversation though. Claire's expression slides into something more neutral, and she looks at Cas for a while, with those too blue eyes that are so much like his.
Difficult to reconcile the comet she was once chained to with the soft, lovesick creature in front of her. ]
Alright. So, we're waiting for Dean to untwist his panties. Gotcha. I suggest alcohol. Cures any woe temporarily. And you look like you can use a pick me up. Also, just saying, Dean's like really old, so if he gives you shit, I can totally kick his ass for you. Defend you honor, all that jazz.
[ She's not serious - not in what she says about kicking anyone's ass, at least. But there's something genuine in the way her hand curls around his and squeezes for a moment before Claire gets up to retrieve two glasses and some of Dean's booze.
She chews on her bottom lip as she pours. ]
He'll get over himself, y'know. Love's stupid, and so is Dean sometimes, but it'll work out.
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[ But there's a wry smile once she's done sticking out her tongue in fake disgust. Who likes to hear about old guys getting it on, after all. Like good for Cas, but also... again with the sort-of-dads motif.
And her father's corpse.
How's her life this shitty and complicated?
Not the point of this conversation though. Claire's expression slides into something more neutral, and she looks at Cas for a while, with those too blue eyes that are so much like his.
Difficult to reconcile the comet she was once chained to with the soft, lovesick creature in front of her. ]
Alright. So, we're waiting for Dean to untwist his panties. Gotcha. I suggest alcohol. Cures any woe temporarily. And you look like you can use a pick me up. Also, just saying, Dean's like really old, so if he gives you shit, I can totally kick his ass for you. Defend you honor, all that jazz.
[ She's not serious - not in what she says about kicking anyone's ass, at least. But there's something genuine in the way her hand curls around his and squeezes for a moment before Claire gets up to retrieve two glasses and some of Dean's booze.
She chews on her bottom lip as she pours. ]
He'll get over himself, y'know. Love's stupid, and so is Dean sometimes, but it'll work out.