She could feel his eyes on her just about every step of the way- not that she expected anything else. Or that she blamed him for it- far from it. She was the only other person in the room, after all. However it was Dean, and he was naked. And she'd been watching him before- and he probably knew it.
Claire was just doing her best to stay as far away from that mess as possible, while still being there for him- because she cared. Probably too much to make it easy. Same problem came with the baritone chuckle he let loose as she passed him.
Who was she kidding. Nothing with Dean was easy, except what came natural to them both.
"Like you haven't lived in two places at once-" she reminded him without looking back. Her destination was the open kitchen, where she stood on her toes and reached for a box of marshmallow cereal in the cubbard. It was probably stale, but she was the kind of hungry that drove her body without much conscious thought.
"And I wasn't complaining," she reminded him while digging into the bag. "Just trying not to look awkward- ohholy fuck-" A strong whiff of the sugary brick of wheat and gelatin hit her nose and immediately made her stomach convulse. Claire recoiled with the back of her hand against her nose, the other pushing the box away before she puked.