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Tweak says, "Not my daughter, bitch!"

Dean Winchester (cram_it_ugly) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2015-09-06 21:05:00

Entry tags:

!closed, dean winchester, ~claire novak

Who: Dean and Claire.
Where: Claire's place
What: Dealing with anger issues and damaged pride
When: After this.
Rating: Depends
Open: Nope
Status: on going

Dean had fully intended on just speeding through the city, gunning Baby's engine on the curves. And if he spotted Anders. But instead he found himself in front of her place, without knowing how he really got there. He sat in the car, though, the steady rumble of his beloved car's engine rattled beneath his fingers and his feet. AC/DC cranked up over the speakers.

Why did he bring this to her door? Maybe it was the memories of feeling absolutely elated yesterday. The ultrasound, the smudge, the heartbeat... He tried to grab onto those memories again. His throat felt thick, as he rocked his head back against the headrest.

Dean was half tempted to roll down the window and fling the damn phone out. Instead he settled for throwing it across the seat. Girls like Max was why he didn't bring them home. Max fucked everything up. How the hell had he got so... into her?!

He roared out his anger, fingers white knuckling the steering wheel. As he shook it. Before busting his fists against the metal frame of it, likely hitting the horn a time or two. Once the rage was out he settled against the wheel. White heat streaking down his cheeks.

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angelhearted
2015-09-15 11:02 pm UTC (link)

Claire could've said a lot more on the subject- she wanted to, but intuition and a lot of personal projection kept her quiet. Her jaw set, teeth gnashing together for a moment, sighing through her nose. When he dropped back to the bed, she decided to let it go- for now. Maybe it was too soon.

Besides, there were other pressing matters.

Getting up to her knees, they creased the bed behind his hips as she flushed up behind him. His skin was still warm from her bed and she could smell her soap on him, especially when she draped her arms around him, and kissed the firm round of his shoulder.

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cram_it_ugly
2015-09-16 01:11 am UTC (link)

With a soft sigh he just sank against her, without really moving. "I'm sorry." It wasn't anymore than a murmur. The anger he felt about the whole situation was just too close to the surface.

Dean knew he'd made her a promise, but it wasn't something he could keep with this. Not yet.

He settled his hands lightly on hers. The embrace soothing him more than he would have expected.

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