The cramp bore down hard and fast for at least three heartbeats- Claire knew because she could hear them pounding in her ears. It also let up just as fast as it'd come, leaving her huffing against the kitchen counter, wondering what in the ever loving fuck had just happened.
"In here-" she called back at Dean, a little breathy. The hand she'd used to brace on the counter moved to her stomach, where the other one was already. As if that would really do anything.
"...feel like I just bottomed out- if that makes sense," she added in explanation once he rounded the corner. Trying to not look mildly panicked had been a priority for other minor things, but this. This was a whole new animal.
Especially when she realized that under his plaid shirt she was wearing as pajamas, her legs were suddenly (and unpleasantly) wet.