Re: LAST THREAD-wrap up (Dean, Claire/Ruby, Sam)
Dean had no way of knowing just how much Claire was seeing or hearing. The sight of her was a relief, but a moment later he realized (mostly from the way Ruby was focusing on the body alone) that it was Ruby, not Claire. Goddamn possessing demon...goddamn evil fucking demon inflicted wounds.
Dean's mind felt a little sluggish the way it did whenever he was hurt, but he was determined to not let it get the better of him. He shifted slightly, wincing at the feel of some stray piece of glass he had somehow missed poking him. "Aaaah, damn it." He groaned. He pulled his hand back, and lifted his shirt up to try to find the glass, but when he didn't immediately find it he dropped his shirt back down again. He didn't want to perform a glass-ectomy or whatever they called it here, he wanted to go home. He wanted to go home now where there was liquor and his bed, and he wanted to be out of here so Ruby could body hop back to coma girl and Claire could be back to normal.
"It's nothing, Sammy, don't worry." Dean stood unsteadily, holding to the wall for support. Once he was up on his own two feet, he flashed Sam his trademarked cocky smirk, but it was clear he wasn't fine. "Let's go home. I've got a bottle of whiskey with my name on it."