The time since the return from the honeymoon had consisted of the same irregular living arrangements as before, with Ben still living in his room at the Winchester house and Dean and Claire alternating between both their shared bedroom in that house and their shared bedroom in the smaller house that Claire had shared with her sister and brother for some time now. But now all that was left of the other Petrellis and Bennets was Lyle, and as he'd already been taken and brought back once before, Claire feared it was only a matter of time before he vanished yet again.
It was only a matter of time before everyone vanished, even her, as far as she saw it. The futures, both good and bad, they had no relevance now that Claire could see, because the people now gone had been in those futures.
The choice to pull back from everyone hadn't been conscious, just reactive and classic Claire overcompensation, and so she had spent the last two days holed up in this room. Were she clear-headed, she likely wouldn't have been proud of what she was doing, who she was letting herself be, but clear-headed was very far from what she was right now.
"An' go where? No thanks," she said, the words clearly slurred, then reached for the brightly-colored plastic tumbler on the bedside stand. Her liver could fight everything but the magic involved in the alcohol from Lavender's world, which had turned the concoction Claire usually saved for fun nights out so she could be tipsy alongside others into the thing to drown out the pain, the anger and the fear.