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claire winchester is not your typical superhero (goallbuffyonus) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-08-29 22:35:00

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!@event, *log, claire winchester, dean winchester (end!verse)

WHO: Claire Bennet and (End!Verse!)Dean Winchester
WHAT: A rather awkward situation, to put it mildly.
WHEN: The morning after the soap plot ends. [Backdated]
WHERE: Claire and Dean's apartment.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

If there was one thing Claire loved about Sundays, it was the opportunity to sleep in. It was the only day of the week that both her video store and Dean's shop were closed and typically they took advantage of that fact. Not that they necessarily slept while sleeping in, of course, but it was still nice not to wake to an alarm but rather slowly return to consciousness.

This morning, however, that slow return was short lived. It began normally enough. She woke to find the bedroom bathed in muted sunlight that shone through the sheer curtains, with the feeling of Dean's chest beneath her cheek. Her hand was resting on his abdomen and she had one of her legs tossed over one of his. His heartbeat was steady in her ear and she smiled sleepily as she raised her head to look at him. However her smile instantly froze, then fell, as one thought instantly rang out in her quickly waking mind.

He was not her Dean.

Scrambling off of him, she yanked the sheet up to cover her exposed front and shoved her hair out of her face with her free hand. "What the hell," she muttered, frowning at him for a second before glancing around the room. Nothing really looked out of place. There was just a different version of her boyfriend in her bed. That was all.

"What the hell?!?"

This time, she didn't say it quite so quietly.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-08 04:08 am UTC (link)

He'd been sleeping. He'd been asleep, and then she was screeching at him, and he was yanked from the edges of the sweet, often elusive abyss. His mind resisted, despite her yelling. He wanted to sleep, but how could he, with her screeching like some kind of feral cat, and yanking the sheet off him?

He surged up from the mattress, one hand going to his face, the other groping for a weapon. He slept with a knife under his pillow and a gun under the bed, well within reach. His hand came up empty.

"What the fuck?" he growled, glaring at her. Not only did she wake him when he was actually sleeping, for the first time in weeks, but she'd taken his god damn knife too?

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goallbuffyonus
2010-11-08 04:28 am UTC (link)

Claire met his glare with one of her own. Her heart was hammering loudly in her chest and she was torn between screaming and crying. Once upon a time, what felt like a lifetime ago, the city had turned her boyfriend at the time into a girl. However as much as Claire wanted to think that was similar to what this was - that the city had just switched her Dean into the older, jerk version of himself from that screwed up future - she somehow knew that wasn't the case this time. She didn't know how she knew, just that she did. What she didn't know, however, was why the older, jerk version of her boyfriend was in her bed instead of her actual boyfriend being there.

But she was sure as hell going to find out.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed as she reached over the side of the bed in search of her clothes. She did not want to be having this discussion with him while naked, of all things. Never mind that he'd clearly seen all of her that there was to see. "I know this isn't just the worst prank ever since my Dean would never agree to it, so why in the hell are you in my bed?!?"

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-08 04:40 am UTC (link)

Dean had lived in a time when modesty went out the window. His state of undress didn't phase him, even if arousal was evident. Maybe he'd been having a good dream, or maybe he just liked a woman with a little fight in her. Either way, he wasn't ashamed, and didn't make any effort to hide, or acknowledge, it.

"The fuck? You wanted it. Must've worn me out, tiger." Dean waggled his brow at her. The whole thing was kind of weird, now that he'd bypassed the sleep fog. What the hell was he doing in Claire's bed? The other Dean ought to be there, but Dean distinctly remembered sleeping several nights in this very bed, and a lot of sex before the actual sleeping part.

It occurred to him to question where the younger Dean was, but he wasn't ready to voice that. Something was very wrong here, despite the good sex, and it was good. Oh, he remembered it being very, very good. And with that thought, his eyes raked over her form.

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goallbuffyonus
2010-11-08 04:56 am UTC (link)

She wanted it? What the hell? Red splotches appeared high on Claire's cheeks although they weren't from embarrassment but rather anger that was threatening to boil over into full blown rage. Clenching her fists, she seriously considered punching him in his smug face. However the last thing she wanted was to make enough noise to wake up Ben in the next room and cause him to come in to check on them. That would just be bad on levels she didn't even want to think about.

"Okay," she finally said, trying to calm down enough to think this through. She gave up her search for clothes - God only knew where the ones she was wearing before she'd fallen into bed last night had wound up - and instead rubbed a hand down her face and did her best to figure out what was going on.

Or, well, she would have done so. If she hadn't happened to glance back over at Dean, making sure to keep her gaze on his face rather than other clearly awake parts of him that she did not need to think about right now, and noticed he was looking at her as though he wanted to go for round two. Or would that be round fifty? Honestly, she had lost count somewhere around... no. She definitely was not going to think about that. Not happening.

"Stop looking at me like that and help me figure this out," she all but growled. Stubbornness kept her from pulling the sheet fully around her once more, not willing to give him the pleasure of having made her uncomfortable enough to turn the thing into a toga.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-08 05:04 am UTC (link)

"Been going on for weeks," Dean pointed out. He shrugged, nonchalant. he'd rather enjoyed it. Even the parts where he'd played Daddy outside the bedroom, and that was just weird. He didn't like kids, and Ben was such a perfect miniature of what he'd been so many years ago...

Where the hell was the other Dean? Maybe the two of them had switched places. maybe he was waking up in Cas' bed right then, having a similar conversation. The thought made him pause, it didn't sit right, and made him feel twitchy.

"Must be some kind of spell." Better to focus on the logical side, the side of things that didn't deal with feelings, or sex. He stood, completely naked, scarred, and exposed. "Where's your phone? First thing we need to do is find your boyfriend."

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goallbuffyonus
2010-11-11 12:18 am UTC (link)

"No." Claire finally found her voice, her tone flat as she spoke up. She gave him a pointed once over before meeting his gaze and arching an eyebrow. "The first thing we need to do is put on clothes," she stated. With him out of the bed already, Claire wasted no time in hauling the sheet with her, wrapping it around her body as she moved away from the bed and to the dresser.

A pair of jogging pants and a tank top later, and Claire was feeling at least a modicum better. "I can't believe I didn't realize you were you," she muttered as she glanced back over to Dean. Her brow was furrowed slightly as she thought over the last few weeks. Oh, God, did she have a lot to account for. What the hell had been going on? This and Nick and... Sam?!?

"I don't..." She exhaled sharply and sat down in a heap on the edge of the bed, face buried in her palms. After a second she peered back up at him with a look that was part anguish, part fury at having been messed with.

"There's something seriously wrong going on."

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-11 01:19 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, but it sure was good," Dean replied. He let his eyes drift over her. He made no move to pick up his clothes. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of trying to cover his body, his arousal. His body was marked by so many scars he'd lost count, and couldn't even remember where he'd gotten them all.

"I didn't do it. I'm as much a victim as you. Except I'm not acting like a victim. I don't even feel victimised." He reached up to scratch the back of his head. He couldn't pin point when it happened. He just remembered coming home to Dean and Claire's apartment, and assuming his other self's life like it was the most natural thing to do.

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goallbuffyonus
2010-11-13 04:15 am UTC (link)

If Dean had been as worked up as she felt, Claire knew it would be a bad situation. As it was, she was barely keeping her cool at the thought of this place - once again - messing with her relationship. She knew that her Dean would understand. The two of them had long since agreed to never let this place come between them and, as awkward as this was all going to be, she knew this was no exception. However she hated that she had essentially cheated on him - both with a friend as well as with his own brother - and really hated that now she had apparently shacked up with his other self without having realized she'd even done so. Somehow letting the other Dean come in and basically take over his entire life seemed like a much lower blow than everything else put together. Whether it was or not remained to be seen, but that's certainly how Claire felt.

And it didn't help that the other Dean didn't even seemed fazed by it, either. Yes, it would be bad if he was bent out of shape like she was - one of them needed to keep a clear head, after all - but it might have at least made her feel a little better.

"You swapped lives with him," she finally spoke, forcing herself to meet Dean's gaze nevermind that he was still naked and clearly happy to be in close proximity to a barely clothed female. "Just... took over his life like it was yours! Someone actually made you think that you were him, or something, and that doesn't bother you, even in the slightest?" See? She could have a civilized conversation while upset. Yes she was very purposefully looking at his face and only his face, but they were conversing and she wasn't hissing at him in a scandalized tone to put clothing on. Go her.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-13 04:46 am UTC (link)

"You want to know the part that bothers me?" Dean moved to lean a shoulder against the wall. He crossed his feet at the ankle. "The fact that it's over. Because, sweetheart, you're a damn good lay." He gave her a sly smile. No one could accuse him of lying.

He figured he was going to catch hell, once his other self found out what happened, even though he was most likely affected by the same thing that had allowed Dean and Claire to shack up. For weeks he'd been living the domesticated life. He remembered every detail, and he remembered that it had seemed right. He hadn't questioned it. But now? Now it made him half sick, to think how domesticated he had been. He had to focus on the sex, or he didn't know what he'd do.

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goallbuffyonus
2010-11-13 11:09 pm UTC (link)

He didn't just say that. Claire blinked, certain she'd heard him wrong. He did not just say what it had sounded like he'd said. Yet one look at him and she knew that he had. The smile alone was enough to confirm it. The fact that she felt an almost overwhelming urge to beat him to death with the nearest blunt object only solidified it.

"Are you kidding me?!?" On her feet in an instant, Claire's green eyes narrowed and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "The other you - my version of you - is out there somewhere, missing. Your son was a teenager last night and is quite possibly now somewhere in the city and regressed back to a young child. We just spent the past God only knows how long playing house and all you can talk about is how great the sex was?" Furious, bordering on downright murderous, Claire's mouth opened for yet more of her tirade... only to stop short as what she'd just said finally registered.

Things were crazy. Again. The city had gone nuts. Again. Her Dean was missing, Ben was no telling where, and all the other Dean could talk about was sex.

Suddenly, Claire snorted. Then she giggled. Then she shook her head, her anger deflating as quickly as it had started. "Well," she finally said, still grinning bemusedly, "at least we can safely say you're back to normal."

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-14 12:09 am UTC (link)

"The sex was good, you have to admit," Dean said, mouth twitching to break into a smile. "Why shouldn't I want to talk about it? I'm sure as hell not going to talk about my feelings." Dean, now that he was himself, did not do feelings. He had three primary outlets for his feelings: sex, violence, and booze. At this point, he was fairly certain Claire wasn't interested in indulging him.

He finally scanned the room, looking for his clothes. He found a pair of jeans which didn't look like his, and probably belonged to the other Dean. He wasn't going to be picky about it, because who knew where his jeans would have gotten to.

"If he's living my life, he's probably at the casino." Dean didn't have much of a life outside his job. He worked security, alerting Crowley to potential cheaters and hackers and card counters. He spent most of his time in an office, staring at feedback from cameras set up throughout the casino. He hated the job, and more than that, he hated working for the demon.

He really didn't want his own life back.

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goallbuffyonus
2010-11-14 04:34 am UTC (link)

She didn't have to admit anything, if she didn't want to. At least, that's what the part of Claire's mind that was still prone to random bouts of pettiness and immaturity pointed out rather petulantly. And it was true, of course. She didn't have to say a word about anything she didn't want to talk about. But at the same time, Dean was telling the truth and they both knew it. The sex had definitely been good... to put it mildly.

It also didn't matter. Or at least that's what she told herself. All that did matter was finding her Dean and figuring out what in the hell had been going on the last few weeks in the city she'd come to think of as home. Which wasn't going to be as easy as she first thought, she realized a split second later when the other Dean suggested where to find him.

"He's not there," she replied with a slight frown. "Or at least he hasn't been. Sam would have mentioned it." Sighing softly, Claire flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a long minute. Finally she heaved another sigh and turned her head to look at Dean. "At this rate we'd be better off talking about the sex because I haven't the first freaking clue where else to even look for him."

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-14 05:02 am UTC (link)

"Why would Sam have mentioned it? Sam doesn't work at the casino." Dean shook his head. "oh, right. He's been camped out there for the last couple weeks." Dean had a lot of unresolved issues with Sam, largely one sided, and Sam seemed oblivious to the majority of it. Maybe it was better that way, but that sure didn't help Dean deal with any of the baggage.

"He could be camped out at my place." Dean shrugged. "Not much to do there but bang Cas and get high." These things were normal for him, and it didn't even occur to him not to say that kind of thing out loud, until he heard himself saying it. He was an ass, he was miserable and angry and pissed at the world, but he wasn't really a bad guy. He didn't generally hurt people intentionally.

"Or, you know. We could just talk about the amazing sex we've had. Could do it again, for old time's sake, before you kick me out."

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goallbuffyonus
2010-11-14 04:40 pm UTC (link)

Not much to do there but bang Cas and get high.

Claire knew that Dean hadn't meant anything by it. She knew that those things were normal for him and that he, of course, wouldn't see anything wrong with mentioning them. She knew that most of Dean's issues weren't even his fault so much as some really, really crappy circumstances, which made it a little easier for her not to have such a knee-jerk reaction to him as she might otherwise. However even with all of that in the back of her mind, she still couldn't help but tense a bit at what he'd said. Not because she had a problem with him 'banging Cas', or doing drugs, or whatever else he got up to in his free time. No, Claire's biggest issue with the whole thing was imagining her Dean doing those things. She knew it wasn't logical; she knew her response was all emotional. But she couldn't help it. She was jealous at the thought of anyone that wasn't her being with her Dean and she was doubly jealous because it was of course the one person on the entire freaking planet that he had a bond with that she couldn't hope to understand let alone compete with.

Of course Claire wasn't going to say any of that out loud. Not only did she have a pretty good idea that this Dean really didn't give a damn what she thought on the situation but she was equally sure it was a pretty bad idea to try and put what she was feelings into words in the first place. So she simply turned her gaze back to the ceiling with a frown, fingers absentmindedly tapping out a rhythm to some song that she didn't know the name of and frankly didn't care about at the moment. Then she shook her head and looked back to Dean.

"If he were there, he would have contacted me by now," she said. Snorting softly, she heaved herself into a sitting position and drew one leg underneath her, her other foot swinging absently over the side of the bed as she snorted softly.

"Gotta love it going from good sex to amazing sex now that you want more," she said with a bemused shake of her head before meeting his gaze with a smile tugging at her lips. "And sorry to say, it's not happening. I'm in love with the other you. I wouldn't do that to him." Not intentionally, at least. Her stomach churned a bit at the thought of what she'd been up to these last few weeks and she found herself hoping against hope that her Dean would be able to be as understanding as they'd both sworn they'd be when crazy crap happened. She honestly didn't think she could stand losing him just to this place messing with their heads.

"Besides, won't Cas get jealous or something? Or is it not like that?"

Not that Claire really wanted to think about Dean and Cas together like that, particularly when Sam was with the other Cas, but it was a better conversation than what was going through her head at the moment. Right now, she was going to take what she could get.

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butiwaswrong
2010-11-19 12:18 am UTC (link)

"It's not like that," Dean answered, his tone implying 'duh' at the end of the statement. He shook his head. His thing was Cas was complicated at best, and generally involved a lot of drinking and drugs and whatever else they could get their hands on. It was an unhealthy relationship, Dean knew that, but it worked for them, and that was good enough for Dean.

"We both sleep with other people." Dean hadn't been sleeping with anyone else, at least not until Claire. He got what he needed from Cas, and didn't need to go sniffing up any skirts, but he wasn't above looking for a little extra when the mood struck. Now that he wasn't in the war zone, wasn't the assumed leader of the camp, he didn't feel the need to stray as much. Or had he? He had woken up in his other self's bed, after all.

He set his gaze on Claire, steady and unwavering, as he finally pulled his shirt on. "So where do we go from here?" Was she going to tell her Dean what happened? And if so, what was she going to tell him? He wasn't entirely sure what had happened. He didn't know if he'd tell Cas. it wasn't like they shared their inner most secrets like a couple of chicks.

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goallbuffyonus
2010-11-19 12:47 am UTC (link)

Claire almost pointed out that she had no way of knowing what he and Cas were all about, but didn't see the point. She simply acknowledged what he said, filing it away without really caring all that much if she were being honest. It wasn't like they were all going to become fast friends and sit around, talking about it. And she wasn't going to be trying to hook up anyone she knew with either of them.

Running a hand through her hair, Claire sighed softly and glanced toward the clock on the wall. "I need to find Ben," she stated simply, after a second of thought. He'd gone off, the last she'd heard, but he'd been a teenager then. What if he'd aged back down? She didn't like the idea of him being somewhere in the city, a scared kid all on his own.

Her gaze cut back over to Dean. "Then I guess I'm going to see if I can find my you," she gave a shrug of her shoulders, as if to say she wasn't certain what else she could do. She paused, hesitated, then sighed quietly. "I have to tell him what's happened. We don't keep things from each other. Not since-" She paused, about to say 'Lucifer', but decided against it. Not the greatest subject to bring up with this version of her boyfriend.

"It doesn't matter," she finished. "The point is, I have to tell him." She wanted to add that it'd be fine, that he'd understand. Unfortunately she wasn't positive that was the case. It was easy for him to shrug off a lot of things but this, coupled with Sam too? Not to mention Nick. Claire felt her stomach churn. She hated this place. Hated it.

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