WHO: Claire Bennet (future), Castiel WHERE: Claire's backyard WHEN: Thursday, May 18, 2006; night WHAT: Claire thinks Castiel needs a friend. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
Setting down the two pie plates in hand on the picnic table next to the two glasses and the pitcher, Claire looked up at the sky contemplatively. She still wasn't certain if he'd come just by calling his name, and she realized she could have done this from within the house as well because her house wasn't blocked against angels, but Dean was dozing on the couch in the livingroom and so talking out here would keep from waking him.
Dropping to the bench seat of the picnic table, she crossed her legs under her and looked around. Maybe calling an angel was as simple as calling said angel's name. Or maybe she should have just checked Dean's phone for Castiel's number. Did that say something about her that she'd only thought about the phone solution after the heavenly calling one?
"Castiel?" Clearing her throat, she raised her voice. "Castiel. It's me, Claire. Can you hear me? If you can, could you, you know, show up here?"
Awkward and slightly ridiculous, but hopefully effective.