Poisoned Youth;

I'm a dead man walking here But that's the least of all my , f e a r s underneath the 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣. Ain't going back to Barton Hollow Devil gonna follow me e'er I go won't do me no good washing in the яινєя Can't no preacher man save my soul | Claire Novak | 22 |

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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. 

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Beneath the Storm

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After spending the past couple of weeks going back and forth between his own hunts and helping Claire with her’s, there wasn’t much the blonde could do that would surprise him anymore. He’d gotten to use to her randomly calling him for his help, and then annoying the crap out of him until they parted ways. It was just the way they worked together. But watching Claire jump at the first crack of thunder wasn’t something he could have expected.

Sure it had been loud, loud enough to rattle teeth and shake the Impala, but it was just noise. Thunder couldn’t hurt anyone, that lesson had been drilled into his head at the age of five when he’d woken up during a thunderstorm. But maybe it had taken her by surprise, the loud crack filling the silence that wasn’t there normally. But then the rain had started and he had to push it out of his mind to concentrate on focusing on the road in front of them.

The feeling of Claire suddenly grabbing his arm broke that concentration, making him glance towards her. The terrified look on her face, the quick glance he’d caught before she’d turned away from him, surprised him. Ever since she had popped back into his life, Dean had always considered Claire fearless. Their job practically demanded a sort of courage most people didn’t have, but everyone had something that scared them and it made no sense. It seemed like thunderstorms were Claire’s airplanes.

There wasn’t much Dean could do in terms of helping her through this, not that she would even let him help as self-assured as she was, but he couldn’t just sit there and let her suffer. Slowly taking the hand closest to her off the steering wheel and sliding it in her direction seemed like the best solution. But after a couple of seconds of her not grabbing it, he started second guessing his decision. Hand holding wasn’t something they did, but it was what he’d always seen people do to comfort other.

Tightening his other hand on the steering wheel, he slowly slide his free hand along the seat until it bumped against her leg. Leaving it there, he turned back to focusing on the road since the weather was getting worse. At the rate it was going, they’d have to stop soon for the night. 

Claire was practically pressed up against the window as if she was trying to escape. Although that really wasn’t helping. She felt even closer to the storm than she was before. She could feel those hidden sobs trying to make their way up her throat. It was a battle to keep them down, but the more the thunder shook the frame of the impala the more Claire felt like she was out of control.

All her life things had been out of control and she liked to play the ignorant part and pretend she was in complete control. Storms like this put her back in her place. Reminded her how small and unimportant she really was. Unimportant. She used that word a lot when it came to herself. Everyone she had in her life would easily pick someone else over her. Jody would pick Alex, Sam would pick Dean, Dean would pick Sam and Cas would choose the brothers. She was just a side piece, a pawn.... Claire had always been that. There wasn’t a memory anymore that Claire had that didn’t involve her being traded off for something better. The blonde had always been left behind, no one ever really stopped to ask Claire if she was okay. The world didn’t revolve Claire Novak and hell didn’t she fucking know it. 

She was brought of her self loathing upon feeling a warm press against her leg. Her eyes flicked down to see a scarred hand settled next to her. She had to think it through for a moment, it had to be an accident. Her eyes traveled up his arm and to where Dean was looking out the windshield. He had to stretch pretty far to offer his hand like that, so maybe it wasn’t an accident. Another rattling thunder had her clenching her teeth, trying to contain herself. The hand near her seemed more and more inviting. 

It was taking a lot more courage that Claire had imagined to reach out and take his hand. But she was going to do it, reaching out slowly her fingers gently pressed on his palm, testing if she could really take it. Soon enough her trembling hand was lacing together with Dean’s firm one. She could feel the bumps and ridges along his warm hand. While Claire had a few scars of her own, they were nothing compared to what she could feel on Dean’s hand. There was something she liked about that though, because instead of focusing on the storm she could feel out the scars. 

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Cuddles

This night was beyond perfect in Claire opinion. It was really just what she needed. It had been storming terribly all day so her and boys decided to just take the day off all day. It was something they all needed to so, just take a day to relax and not do much. That’s also why Claire guessed she was still awake at this late hour. She basically was useless all day, just eating and hijacking Dean’s laptop. There was nothing that she had did today that even made her relatively tired. – So in  Claire’s mind she actually for once had a normal day.

Now though was her favorite part. Her and Dean were in his room. She was listening to the storm rattle the bunker, but it wasn’t bothering her. For once in her life, the storm didn't scare her. Claire was finally protected from her fears. She was getting to do a few things that she normally didn’t get to do. Normally around this time she was asleep, passed out from the day’s hunt. So for once she got to just cherish Dean.

Claire never would admit she wanted to do this. They just didn’t have time to do stuff like this. They didn’t have time to just lay in bed and hold each other, no matter many times Claire found herself wanting this. She knew the job came first and that was something she was okay with. There were  just days were her insecurities would just come crawling up and she needed that reassurance. But Dean would never need to know that. That was just something she was going to keep to herself, and she was okay with it.

Right now though she just wanted to focus on Dean with the moments that they finally got together. Claire had her legs tangled with Dean’s as they laid under a mess of warm blankets. The girl was pressed up against her boyfriend, her fingers tracing shapes into his warm chest. The touches were feather light just in case the older man was asleep. The way that she was positioned she had her head tucked under his chin. She didn’t want to wake him in fear that maybe he’d move away from their little cocoon.

Part of her wished there was still a light on, Claire had founded how much she enjoyed counting Dean’s freckles. In fact she frankly found herself getting distracted a lot by counting them. But the last thing Claire could do right now was complain. She was is such a good mood and finally get the time that she so desperately wanted. Smiling to herself, Claire couldn’t help but lean forward but start pressing light kisses to his collarbone.

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Drunk in Love

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The Winchester celebration of a successful hunt had always been going out and getting as drunk as possible. Well, the Dean Winchester way of celebration was that, Sam usually stayed in and nerded out over all the new information the bunker had for him to learn. Dragging Claire along hadn’t been his first choice of company, but she was a grown up and could make her own decisions. Which is how they found themselves in this situation to begin with.

Dean hadn’t been flirting with the bartender, not really, but she had been pretty to keep his attention and kept giving him free drinks. Neither of which he would ever complain about, and by about the fifth or sixth shot she’d given him he’d finally started flirting back. The feeling of something suddenly hitting his stool took his gaze away from the very prominent cleavage of the bartender. A quick glance at the floor told him somebody had taken off a shoe and if Dean concentrated on it long enough, it kinda looked like one of Claire’s. 

But before he could give it much thought, another shot was placed in front of him with a wink. His attention was kept firmly on the way her hips moved as she moved around the bar tending to patrons. A muttered curse of the older gentleman sitting next to him made him look away, following his glance to where Claire was dancing with someone too old for her with far less clothing on than she should have on right now.

Grabbing the refilled shot glass in front of him, Dean slowly pushed his way through the crowd. He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, the alcohol in his system telling them that he needed to stop the other guy from putting his hands on Claire. Downing the rest of his shot as quickly as he, he used the fact that he was bigger than the guy Claire was dancing with to get him out of the way.

At this point, Claire had forgotten to even listen to the music was laying and was having plenty of fun dancing to her own music. An off-key hum was falling from her lips, which indicated that was the song she was dancing to instead of the one falling form the speakers. Her body leaned heavily on the stranger behind her, who didn’t seem to mind.

In fact he was whispering in her ear, but she wasn’t really listening. She didn’t care what she had to say Claire just wanted to have a good time before spending a lonely night in a crummy motel. Soon the whispers stopped and so did the man behind her. The girl nearly fell backwards when the man moves away from her. 

Stumbling to catch herself she looked over at the stranger about to give him a drunken piece of her mind until she say the blurry look on her face. She had to turn her whole body to follow his eye line which. Rolling her eyes when she saw who it was, Claire have the oldest Winchester a scoff.

“What the hell is your problem?” Her words slurred as she spoke to him, a sneer settling on her face. “What do you wanna dance with me too?” She glanced over her shoulder when the stranger asked if Dean was her boyfriend. Scoffing again, Claire shook her head. It made her a little dizzy when she did, her body starting to tilt a little to the left before she moved with the tilt trying to stay up right.

“No, he’s not my boyfriend. He goes for girls who have lopsided boobs because of shitty boob jobs and who have smeared lipstick covered by a shitty concealer because they gave another dude a blowjob right before she came to work.-- But everyone is entitled to their terrible standards even when there are prettier girls who are more than willing to be with him.” 

So maybe she wasn’t being very discreet with her feelings towards Dean but it wasn’t like she cared right now. She was drunk as hell and if she could get a jab in then she would. The bad thing about Claire Novak getting drunk, is that one moment she could be happy and giggly but if someone says the wrong thing she’s throwing punches and slamming people’s faces into tables. 

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Tattooed

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After Claire had been possessed, something between them had changed. Dean wasn’t sure whether it had been the demon’s admission that Claire felt something more for him than just a crush or whether almost losing her had finally broken whatever was in him that wanted to keep her at a distant, but he knew that both of them slept better next to each other than they did apart. So Claire had taken up residency in his bed, a fact he was more than okay with.

He knew that the possession hadn’t been easy on Claire, between the feelings the demon had thrown out in the open and the actual damage it had done while in her body. Dean had been trying to help her out as much as possible, from offering massages to running baths for her when the pain got too much, but as hard headed as Claire was she often ignored them. 

But when Claire had started going to be earlier than usual because of the pain, Dean knew something was really wrong. He weighed the option of calling Cas to see what was wrong, but a quick rejection of the idea from Sam stopped him. If Claire wanted to call Cas about it, she would have by now, and since it was her body Dean really couldn’t do much. It still wouldn’t stop him from bringing her one of the many cold presses they had around the bunker and some pain medicine.

Pushing open the door to the room that had started off as his but had slowly became their’s, Dean stopped at the sight of Claire’s bare back. It was still new to him that someone so beautiful wanted someone like him, but he wasn’t going to complain. The sight of black ink, barely visible due to the blonde hair covering a majority of her upper back, caught his attention. 

Silently making his way over to her, he could just make out what seemed to be wings covering most of her wing. “You have a tattoo,” he asked, hand already moving to push her hair out of the way so he could see the rest of it. “That’s hot.”

Claire pushed her fingers through her hair as it fell. She sighed softly as she picked out a shirt she found. It felt the the softest between her fingers when she picked it up. It would smell the most like Dean, too. Claire didn’t do this every night, wear some of his clothing.

But since she was going to bed earlier and Dean wouldn't’ be there, it would be a little more soothing to have something that smelled like him against her skin. While she could sleep naked to be surrounded by blankets that smelled like Dean, she didn’t think the older man was really ready for that surprise when he came to bed. But that is what she thought, Dean would really enjoy it when he came to bed but tonight just wasn’t the night to test that theory.

Hearing the door open, Claire started to move to slip the shirt on over her body, but Dean beat her to it. An involuntary shiver ran down her back feeling Dean’s fingers brush the hair away from her back. A small chuckle escaped her lips hearing his comment.

“What? You didn’t notice?” The blonde glanced over her shoulders at the older man. She hadn’t shown any of the boys this tattoo. It was very special to her, and represented how important they had been in her life. She could feel her cheeks start turning red. She had no idea what Dean would even think when he saw the tattoo. Hopefully he wouldn’t figure it out, but Dean was a smart man so Claire didn’t think that would happen. 

“Didn’t know you had such a thing for tattoos, Dean.” She joked trying to keep it lighthearted. 

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Satiny Secrets

It was just a basic food run. Claire was itching to get out of the bunker but they didn’t have a hunt on hand. So she decided she’d take one for the team and go out for fast food. While Sam groaned a little about having fast food again, he eventually gave in and gave Claire her order.

There was a nicer restaurant to get food a few towns away rather than the town that was closest. She needed to have a little time to just have her windows down and feel the hot Kansas air hit her face. While she really enjoyed time with the boys, everyone needed a bit of alone time. Dean understood and vise versa. They both sometimes had to have breaks and it was okay. They enjoyed both time together and apart. Although the time apart did have to be in their choice, getting separated on different terms was a form of torture for both of them.

Never in Claire’s life did she ever thing she’d ever get attached to a person as much as she is Dean. He had easily become an obsession for Claire. At first she had tried to deny the feelings, not wanting to come of terms with the idea of loving a person. Those scared feelings had long gone. Now she and Dean were learning so many things about each other, things that they wouldn’t have shared with anyone besides themselves. 

Recently, Claire had been nosy. She had been at the bunker alone as the boys went to meet with an old friend. So the girl had just gone exploring around. It started innocently enough just finding little hiding places, new rooms. She found things hidden in walls, leaving them there of course after she read through them all.  Soon enough she found herself back into the shared bedroom. Claire’s original idea was just to pass out in bed for a nap, but that curiosity was still lingering in the back of her mind. Before she really knew what she as doing Claire was opening up drawers just casually digging through them as if she was expecting to find some sort of diary. What she did find though was a lot more shocking, but really not in a bad way. 

Her fingers had found something soft in the very back of his bottom drawer. She gently pulled them out, and between her fingers were a worn pair of panties. They were black, and at first glance the blonde could tell that they weren’t hers. They were much more worn that anything she had owned. They frankly looked quite a few years old. Her thoughts had traveled to maybe a trophy from a past relationship... but there wasn’t anyone Dean had ever mentioned in front of her. Not that she expected him to mention past flares, but something about these just looked.. off. Holding them up in front of her, it finally hit her. They were a little deformed and not deformed in the normal girl way.. no. The front was stretched, in a way that a girl’s panties wouldn’t be. Stretched in a way that could perfectly hold a certain man’s cock. There was a warm heat that pooled in her stomach at even the idea of seeing Dean where something like this. That trail of thought has been interrupted when Dean and Sam had come home.

Maybe that was why she needed the alone time. All she could think about was Dean in those panties and she desperately wanted to drop on her knees and beg him to put them on. As she pulled into town, her dreams could easily become real as she noticed one of those lingerie shops. She didn’t even hesitate when she pulled into the parking lot. 

That same excitement from the day before was stirring in her belly again. She made a be-line straight for the pantie display. Her eyes were drawn to the black ones, the same color that Dean owned. She knew it would be hard to approach Dean with the subject but maybe if she started off with a pair that were simple she could ease him into it. Her fingers roamed across the fabrics looking for the softest ones she could find. Some she picked out were lace, satin or even a few silk ones. She decided to stay in the darker color range, picking maroons and blacks. That was until her eyes landed on a deep green pair. They nearly just screamed Dean at at her and what made them even better was they were a slightly sheer satin pair. A hum of excitement left her lips as she cradled the six pairs to her chest. 

The rest of the time in town was all a blur after she checked out at the shop. All Claire wanted to do was get back to the bunker and show Dean the finds she had found. As she entered the bunker her arms full of food bags and the one delicate pink bag, she was practically buzzing in excitement.  

“Food’s here.” Her voice rang excitedly across the bunker as she dumped the sacks onto the map table. The moment she saw Dean in her eye line, she held up the pink bag in her fingers. “I’ve got a new fun surprises.” She told him, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. 

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Tattooed

Claire was still beyond sore from the days before. Having never been possessed before, but it took its toll. Her head was still throbbing, parts of her body were bruised and there was a twinge in her leg she couldn’t get to stop hurting. The blonde stretched painfully as she pushed the door to Dean’s room open. 

Lately she found herself crawling into bed with Dean at odd hours of the night. But they both decided it was best if she started off the night there with him, so she didn’t spend hours just tossing in turning. Just thinking about it still gave her butterflies. The fact that this was like a dream come true to her, was childish yet exciting. She had never expected Dean to even think it was an okay idea for them to be sleeping in the same but, but here she was.

Claire was getting to bed earlier than normal, her leg was just bothering her too much to really want to keep researching. Claire headed over to the dresser on the side of the room and stood on her toes to look at herself in the mirror. The blonde let her hair down from a messy bun to brush it later before she began to undress so that she could get into bed. 

Claire pulled off her jeans, tossing them aside. She pulled on a pair of shorts that were two sizes two big and covered in wholes, but they were warm and comfortable still so she had no need to get rid of them yet. Next came off her shirt and bra, soon revealing her tattoo that she had gotten a year ago now. In between her shoulder blades was a five inch tattoo. In an x shape was Dean’s gun laying over Sam’s demon knife, surrounding the two were wing’s that represented Castiel. The boys had saved her life, in every sense of the word. She had to have something on her body to represent them. 

The girl’s back was facing the door as she searched through Dean’s drawers to find an old tattered shirt to wear to bed. 

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Family Meetings

Claire came shuffling out of Dean bedroom in the bunker. Frankly her hair was a mess, and it wasn’t even from sex. It was from her falling asleep in a funny postion during her and Dean’s movie marathon. Claire didn’t remember what they were even watching but Dean had insisted on watching the whole damn trilogy. She guessed that Dean must have stayed up later than her seeing he was still passed out when she left the room. Claire yawned as she pulled on the hem of the shirt of Dean’s that she had put on.

She could smell the coffee from the kitchen already, the blonde guessed that Sam was already up and providing the energy the entire household would need to function. The blonde stumbled into the kitchen as she made her way to the fridge, shivering as she opened the door. There wasn’t much in there, they really needed to go shopping, or send Dean to go shopping. She pulled out a cup of one of the younger brother’s yogurt. This would have to do. Once she shut the door to the fridge, Claire nearly jumped out of her skin upon seeing someone in the kitchen. It wasn’t Sam.

She had to think back to last night. Did Sam go out? Did he bring someone home? Holy shit, did Cas bring someone back to the bunker? No, no.. Cas probably read the night away. “Uh –” the blonde started, clearing the sleep from her throat, “— wasn’t aware Sam was into older women.” She joked with a hum. She stepped around the woman to grab a spoon from one of the drawers. “Do I need to grab him for you or something?” She asked, trying to be polite. She wasn’t always the nicest in the morning so she was really trying. Waking up to a stranger in your house the bunker was beyond strange though.

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Drunk in Love

“Fuck you Dean Winchester.” Was the first words she mumbled as she downed her first drink of many. This was the last fucking time she went on a hunt and willingly watched Dean flirt with another bartender. So she was going to take her anger out with drinks. Which in not too long was going to be a bad idea.

She was going on about drink -- well she lost count. And when she lost count that’s when clothing started coming off. First was her shoes, which she may have proceeded to toss in Dean’s direction as she headed away from the bar, stumbling sightly. She had noticed earlier an older guy, around Dean’s age, making eyes at her and why not just try and piss Dean off. 

The blonde giggled, as she leaned over the man, since he was at a table easily showing off her cleavage to the man. She had no idea what he was saying to her really, something about getting her another sounded like it was a good plan to her. Although she was more intrigued about the small dance floor by the jukebox which she managed to get the older man over too. 

As she headed over, Claire tossed off her plaid over shirt, that she maybe stole from Dean but she couldn’t remember right now. Leaning heavily on the jukebox, she flipped the song to something that had a little more rhythm to move her hips too. The moment the song started she was already swaying her hips slightly out of time to that music. She really wasn’t paying attention to the older man that was playing his hands on her hips, but instead just feeling the music. She rocked from side to side until her shirt started to feel like it was itching n her skin. 

The blonde easily pulled her shirt off, revealing a tight black tank that didn’t really leave too much to the imagination of what her lacy bra looked like. She hummed along to the music, having now to lean heavily back against the stranger behind her so she didn’t loose her footing as she tried to dance. 

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Beneath the Storm

Claire bit her bottom lip as another loud crack of thunder roared over head. She had called Dean a couple days ago to help her out with a hunt, and she kinda wished she was still on that hunt. Claire could take on any supernatural creature she was given, but thunderstorms were something totally different. There was too much pain behind these storms. It always took her back, back to the days that made her like this.

She remembered the day that Castiel took her father for good. It was a storm, strong and loud, and the world shook as her father said yes to the angel. The light was so bright and the thunder broke the windows. Then Claire remembered the day her mother left, there was a storm. She remembered her screams for her mother to not leave her were drowned out by the thunder. The rain hid both her tears and her mother’s tears as she watched her mother leave and never come back.

Now, Dean was in the car with her, driving through this all. He had become something ever important to her, and the thought of another storm taking something from her made her sick to her stomach. The blonde was trying her best to remain calm though, she didn’t want to be scared. She didn’t really want anyone to see her scared. Normally she went through this alone, like she preferred. She had gone through all those things alone before and she had to face the storms alone. So having someone next to her made more afraid of them. 

A loud crack that shook the car, had Claire grabbing at Dean’s arm. She was just trying to find anything to ground herself. But the moment she realized what she had done, Claire pulled back her hand as if Dean had burned her. Now Claire just wanted to beat herself up even more, first she was terrified of the stupid storm but now she was getting touchy with Dean. That was really the icing on the cake. She turned to look out the window to just try to put more distance between her and Dean. She really didn’t want to have a conversation about what just happened and embarrass herself more. 

[clairednovak]

Who could love a pebble in their shoe?

Ever After.

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Reunited.

Claire, sighed glaring down at her phone. It had been awhile since she called for help. After leaving Jody’s place, Claire had gone on hunts on her own. She was getting pretty good at it actually and really hadn’t had an issue until now. She was sitting on dirty motel floor cleaning a deep wound. She didn’t expect that there was going to be more than one werewolf but now there was a pack. There was at least four of them and the girl knew that she couldn’t take them on her own, especially after the wound on her side. 

Expect she didn’t wanna really call the boys. The only thing she ever contacted them for was to just shoot a text Cas’s way to tell him that she is still alive.Ever since their last meeting, something had changed in Claire. She no longer saw Dean as an annoying piece of shit, but as something... useful to her. He had become.. attractive to her and it really made her angry. The last thing she needed was to be attracted to someone, but Dean Winchester? The fates must really have it out for her. 

The girl winced in pain as she shifted to bring the phone up to her ear. She knew it was pretty late, but Dean wasn’t that old, no matter how many jokes she made, to be sleeping right now. “C’mon pick up. There is no way you could be asleep.” She mumbled into the phone. The blonde hated that she could feel excitement stirring in her stomach at the idea of seeing Dean again. She knew nothing would happen there though, no matter how many times she wished it would. That was always in dead of night. It was times that she was alone, around four in the  morning. For once the world went silent and sometimes she’d wonder where Dean was. She’d wonder what he was up too and sometimes he’d wonder what he was thinking about. Claire would times wish that she wasn’t alone and she could hear the stupid gruff voice talking about a hunt. Yet, she’d wake up alone, like always.

“Hello?” She spoke into the phone when the line finally stopped ringing.

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