WHO: Claire Bennet (future), Dean Winchester – later, Ben Braeden, Castiel WHERE: Winchester & co; TBD WHEN: Sunday, June 25, 2006; the very wee hours following this [backdated] WHAT: Dealing with the aftermath of blood-sucking revelations, angelic sleep tricks and runaway little boys. RATING: PG-13 at least STATUS: thread; in-progress
Shifting on Ben's bed, arms locked securely around Dean, who was still asleep, Claire cocked her head to listen for voices and sounds from the other end of the bottom floor of the house. She could hear people speaking, but not make much of it out right now, which really wasn't important for the moment. Right now, her priority – other than getting Ben some ice cream and a movie, and a voicemail to Faith that had been made – was staying here until Dean woke up. It had been a while now that he'd been knocked out, longer than Claire was comfortable with at all, which was only exacerbating the whole situation for her.
It wasn't lost on her, however, that the only peace Dean would have right now was this sleep. He hadn't stirred, hadn't twitched one in any sort of nightmare or dream, which on any other night was a good sign, but it wasn't fair to him to be taken down like this and it wouldn't help in the long run. Damn Castiel again for doing this to him, no matter the reasons.
"Everything's gonna be okay," she whispered as she brushed her lips across his forehead. It was a lie and Claire knew it, the feelings all blurred together inside her in a haze of anger and sadness leaving no room for any kind of hope.
Nothing was going to be okay, not after what Sam had done.