When Megan's here The cold water afforded a sliver of clarity, enough for Claire to realize he must have meant Mary was in labor. Two days ago, Claire would have already been out the door, her backside parked in a waiting room chair until the new baby had entered this world and could be seen by the rest of them. Tonight, this affected by the unreal amount of Firewhiskey she'd consumed to try and be able to sleep, the news only said one more person to lose later.
She glared at him between strands of long brunette hair turning darker as the water soaked them. "Where do you, OF ALL PEOPLE, get off trying to undrunk me!" Wait, that wasn't right. "Make me be sober!" Okay, closer.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Small fists pounded futilely against his chest, far from actually hurting anything due to inebriated uncoordinated and the sense, even when like this, that she didn't actually want to hurt her husband. And when it became clear that she was unable to make the wall that was Dean Winchester move that way, she grasped the front of his shirt and yanked him hard toward her, hoping to throw him off balance and squirm past him to dry freedom.
Had he been less prepared to be immovable, she might have had a tiny advantage, but her small stature and the slickness of the shower worked against her. The force of her aborted yank backwards ended with his shirt slipping free of her wet fingers, sending her on her ass beneath the stream of cold water.
"CRAZY ASS." This time it wasn't affectionate, it was absolutely furious.