Reunited.
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The hunt Dean had been on had been so boring that he’d briefly considering just letting the lower level demon go and letting nature take it’s course. But doing that went against the Winchester way, plus he wasn’t sure Sam would have agreed to letting a demon go like that. He didn’t even have to break a sweat ridding the world of one less demon, and that was always a win in his book. Which meant the familiar routine of getting rid of the demon, climbing into the Impala, and checking into the first motel that didn’t offer hourly rooms. And if Dean was extra lucky, stopping by a still-open burger place for a well deserved midnight snack.
But the universe, like it usually had been recently, was against him, and every food place they drove by had either closed early or was closed for renovations. Which left Dean in a terrible mood and hungry in his motel room, so when his ringtone blared suddenly in the middle of the quiet he’d briefly considered letting it keep ringing. But a voice, one that sounded like a strange mixture of Sam and his dad, reminded him that it could be important. Especially for that number.
Claire’s name flashed on the screen once, bringing a tired groan from Dean. Out of all the people to randomly bother him late at night, it had to be her. Mentally kicking himself for feeling bitter, if she were calling him it had to be something important, there wasn’t any other reason why she’d be calling him of all people, he scrambled for his phone. “Claire,” he answered as soon as the phone was up to his ear. “What’s wrong?”
Claire was clenching her teeth as she pressed more against the wound, she had almost gotten it to stop bleeding. She was a little light headed but it was nothing she couldn’t get through. She just couldn’t finish the job by herself, not in this shape. Upon hearing Dean, finally answer the phone it took all of her willpower not to bite out a sarcastic comment.
“Hi to you too, Dean.” She rolled her eyes, which didn’t help the fact she was light headed. “I’m going to cut to the chase here because I’m bleeding out on a motel floor. -- I’m out in Iowa, wanted to see if you were around to help out on a hunt. I’ve kinda been tapped out.” She explained to him. She had no idea where in the fucking world he was, but she hoped he was around.
“-- Or send one of your pals my way.” She offered up. Claire didn’t want to force Dean out here, especially since talking to him made her stomach flutter. Now all she wanted to do is turn this wound a little more because when did she turn into a sixteen year old girl. Slowing sitting up, a slight pained sigh escaped her lips. She tilted her head to press the phone between her shoulder and ear. She needed to get this wound closed up before anyone got here, she wanted to try to be ready to get back out there and take out the pack.











