WHO: Claire Bennet (future), Heather Mason; mentions of Dean Winchester, Ben Braeden [open to them if they wake up] WHERE: random hotel, the room next to the one for Sam WHEN: Sunday, January 29/Monday, January 30, 2006; late p.m./early a.m. WHAT: A day plus of Sam-crazy can wear everyone out. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
After Ben had insisted he wanted to see Dean, even if he couldn't see Sam, and then showed up with Mary, something had been accomplished that Claire hadn't even been successful at – Dean actually falling asleep, rather than doing the whiplash headsnap of dozing off and waking up. With the double beds serving alternately as bed and couches, Dean and Ben had claimed one to watch some TV, then Claire had camped out in the free space left on it after she was done spelling one of the others watching Sam. That had been hard, but necessary, as everyone needed a break from watching Sam like that. The nasty stuff, the violent stuff – those were surprisingly easy to stomach and she wasn't certain why. It was the deranged babbling that really got to Claire.
When the door opened and Heather slipped in, the only one who hadn't taken any sort of break from Sam yet, Claire rubbed at her face, stretched and then set about sliding herself free of Dean and Ben, who had claimed various parts of her like she was a human pillow, Dean's head on her shoulder where it had fallen after dozing off and staying unconscious, and Ben's leg flung over both of hers and the rest of him sprawled over Dean. Substituting pillows for parts of her, she finally got herself untangled and turned to give Heather a tired smile.
"Feeling up to food?" she asked, nodding to the kitchenette area. "There's plain spaghetti, I put the sauce in another thing. Mary mentioned something about the sauce probably not helping you later on if you ate it now."