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Tweak says, "Hogwarts class of '44!"

Claire Novak (angelhearted) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2015-11-04 23:27:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester, ~claire novak, ~thomas sharpe

Who: Claire and Dean -then eventually, Thomas
What: Cons need to be run. Mysteries need to be solved.
Where: Their apartment at first, then the new mansion
When: After this.
Status: Closed, on going
Rating: TBD

Sighing, but feeling marginally better after constructively resolving the irritating conversation with her brother, Claire had tossed her phone on the bed and checked the closet like Rory suggested. Just like he promised, there was a set of late Victorian clothes- his and hers- hanging between a plethora of button overshirts and plaid flannel. On the hanger, the ivory silk maternity dress looked more like a fancy tablecloth, but it fit well enough, she supposed.

Mostly she gathered that by the look on Dean's face when he came back into the bedroom.

"This is a new one for me," she said with breath, her hand smoothing the silk over her swollen belly. Three months to go... Claire would've been lying to herself if she said she was surprised another shitstorm fell on them before she could give birth. Jack had been active as hell since it all started days ago- not great on her attempts at rest, but it was comforting to feel the boy move just the same. "It's actually more comfortable than I thought..."

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cram_it_ugly
2015-11-06 04:55 am UTC (link)

He finished tucking the buttons into their holes. Waggling his eyebrows, he snagged the knob topped cane. "What about the hat?" He really wanted to wear the top hat, but if she thought it was too much he'd skip it.

Dean wasn't going to admit to anyone, but he liked dressing up. Pretending to be someone else. Even in their line of work it made it a little more enjoyable. "Think he'll be pissed later when he finds out we aren't from the turn of his century?"

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angelhearted
2015-11-06 05:06 am UTC (link)

"Go for it- good place to hide a knife," Claire told him, finally turning from the mirror. On her way to the closet to wiggle her feet into the shoes that came with the dress, she caught his eyes and pointed at the inside felt of the hat. "Slice the lining- tucks right in there."

Claire had a knack for finding places to hide sharp things.

"We just don't bring it up in the first place. The more vague the better- and if he asks specifically about it- we play the comfort-zone. We know how jarring it is to wind up on the island outside of everything you know- blah blah blah..." The point was to gain the dude's trust as fast as possible. At least enough to get their jobs done.

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cram_it_ugly
2015-11-06 07:49 am UTC (link)

"I was thinking it would be a good place to hide the EMF." After all he did have his pockets. And the slimline holster he had under the dress shirt. He wasn't going anywhere unarmed.

Dean pursed his lips in thought. As he slit a hole in the liner of the hat, and slid the slimmest EMF he had in side. It wouldn't be too well hidden if the guy took a long look, but it would be out of sight. "What about your angel sword? Think it would fit in here?" He pulled the cane apart, exposing the hidden, rather useless, rapier. And he knew that blade probably killed just about anything she'd take a swipe at. Or at least he hoped it would.

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angelhearted
2015-11-07 04:09 am UTC (link)

Hiding the EMF in his hat was also a good idea, and she showed him her approval with a little impressed expression. Course, that meant he'd have to separate from the owner of the house to get any readings, which meant she'd have to keep the guy's attention.

"It has a tendency to fit anywhere it needs to," she told him, moving to her side of the bed where she kept the ancient, powerful weapon. She held out her free hand for the cane, offering him a small crooked smile in the process.

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cram_it_ugly
2015-11-07 05:02 am UTC (link)

Dean handed over the bottom half of the cane. Setting the other blade to the side, against the wall. Sure it wasn't completely useless, but for what they needed it was. He was pretty sure it was sharp.

Sitting on the bed he pushed his feet into the shined shoes. He watched her as he bent over to tie them. Did she know how beautiful she was? And the things she did to his insides. It was hard not to just say 'fuck it' and drag her over. But they had a job to do. "I just thought that was an angel thing."

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angelhearted
2015-11-08 04:21 am UTC (link)

Claire flashed him a wink as he handed her the cane sheath, the angel sword whirling once out of sheer habit before she drove it home. By any perspective, the blade looked too wide to fit in the cane, especially at the hilt- but fit it did. Easily. It was something she'd discovered as an eighteen year old trying to sneak it practically everywhere she went.

She looked back at him, passing the weapon across the distance between them when she caught that look. It pulled at her chest hard, even stopped her breath. There was absolutely nothing close to catching him looking at her like that. It was all she ever needed.

"Maybe," she started, bouncing her brows high. "But it hasn't had an angel to listen to for a long time."

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cram_it_ugly
2015-11-08 05:59 am UTC (link)

He knew she caught him looking at her like that. As if he could just lick her from the tip of her toes to the roots of her hair. And take his time doing it. Hell he saw the reaction it caused, and his grin might have been a little smug. But only a little.

"Maybe it just likes your voice better." Dean weighted the cane in his hand, and it didn't feel any different than it had with the Rapier inside instead. He leaned against it slightly, and was glad when it held him.

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angelhearted
2015-11-08 06:11 am UTC (link)

"It does listen to me," Claire admitted with a subtle, smug grin of her own. "It might not listen to you, though- so if you need it and it sticks in that cane, just toss it to me." She was only half-joking. She never let anyone touch that sword, except the things that died on the end of it- and Dean knew that. It was her Baby.

"You look damn good, by the way. We ready?"

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cram_it_ugly
2015-11-08 07:01 am UTC (link)

Dean wasn't going to make the mistake of trying to take it from her again. Not now that he trusted her. The only person he might have trusted more was Mary Ellen. And he was sure that they were on the same level.

He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders, a little grin hadn't left his lips yet. He held his arm out for her. "Why thank you. I'm ready when you are m'lady." He tried to class up the way he spoke. Though he didn't try any lame accents. He was pretty sure he'd screw one of those up, and end up offending someone, all at once.

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