WHO: Claire Bennet, Sam Winchester WHERE: the garage Claire & Dean work at WHEN: Wednesday, May 10, 2006; 11 p.m. WHAT: Sam & Claire deal with the Impala after a collision. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; COMPLETED
Panic faded a bit as the time wore on from Claire's frantic texts to Sam, but it wasn't a calm by far, not knowing what was at stake. Even if the collision hadn't been her fault – instead the fault of the asshole who'd tried to pass her, realized there was oncoming traffic and then slammed into the driver's side door of the Impala in a panic – the car had still be entrusted to her. It wasn't a trust Dean extended to anyone but a few people, and there was good reason for it. For most of his life, this car had been his most meaningful possession, his only home, the only constant in his life.
After settling the exchange of insurance information, using her own and thankful for the part in the policy that covered driving another's vehicle, she'd driven the car to the garage without knowing what her next step was to be. There was one person in this world who knew how much this car meant to Dean besides herself and Sam was the only one who would grasp the seriousness of this. There was a part of Claire that already knew Sam couldn't help her with a car miracle, but the thought of telling Dean made even the most insane option seem appealing.
The Impala wasn't the only one with injuries, but Claire only cared about the damage to the classic car. After Sam had made a point to mention her own state, and Claire had stared at the car another ten minutes, she'd gotten up to wash off the blood on her skin, from cuts and wounds that hadn't absorbed itself back into her body as they healed. There was no helping her clothing, but at least the actual injuries she'd suffered, from cuts to fractures, wouldn't be guessed at just by her clothing. To her, it wasn't even a concern, because she'd barely felt most of it and had healed right up.
Looking at the Impala, however? She felt a hell of a lot, most of it very painful. Dean was never going to forgive her, and that certainty spoke to Claire still not being calm at all.
Letting out a soft moan, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall of the garage she was sitting against, listening instead of looking for Sam's arrival at the unlocked door.