InsaneJournal

Who: Dean and Claire
What: Ice Cream and Horror!porn
Where: Their place
When: After Dean and Rory's pub visit
Rating: TBD



Despite the whole Second Coming of Christ business that came back from Heaven with Rory, Claire was in a decent mood- and that was really saying something. She'd known there was something her brother was holding back on, ever since the way he reacted to feeling her baby kick. Both her and Dean were under no delusions that their child would escape their mutual strings tied to bloodlines that stretched as far back as humankind knew itself, but that didn't lessen the blow when Rory actually told her how big this whole celestial destiny thing was. Dean had reacted similarly, but to keep them both from spiraling and deal with it in a more familiar way (avoidance), Claire had reminded him of all the things he'd said to her justifying the hope of a 'normal' life for them, here on the island.

It had not been a fun conversation, but it had helped settle them both into a vague, detached sense of functional normalcy. It was always in the back of both their minds, but with other things in sight, it was easier to keep moving forward. One thing at a time.

Like the strong possibility that Dean and Rory could use what had happened to get over the hiccup in their relationship, and yet another day where her stomach demanded a very narrow set of dinner options. While she had never expected Dean to give up drinking, the solidarity he showed was no small feat. She hardly begrudged him for getting drunk when Rory disappeared either, nor would she stop him from having fun with him in the process of mending torn seams.

Now he was back- she could hear the sound of his key in the lock as she lounged on the couch in fleece shorts and a tank-top that didn't quite reach all the way over her slightly swollen belly. There was a book in her hands, which she set down and leaned her head back over the couch arm, looking at him somewhat upside-down with a smile.