[Fic] Sounds Like Home
Dean/Claire fluff. She's Got Pie (headcanon) verse.
I own nothing. Please don't sue.
Claire had gotten Hank to sleep and was finally just settling into bed - again - when her phone went off - again. Sure enough, it was Dean.
"Babe," she answered, trying not to sound exasperated. Once the calls got into the double digits she reserved the right to skip formal telephone greetings. "Everything is fine. Hank is asleep. I miss you, but I know you'll be home as soon as you can. I love you, too." That covered all the bases, right?
Nope.
"Why're you still up, angel? I was just gonna leave a message." Dean sounded as tired as she felt, and yet he was still calling. To be fair, it was the first time he'd taken a job since Hank had been born. It was his first time not spending the night at home with his family. He'd protested at first, but Claire could tell he was getting restless and needed to get out, if only for a weekend.
"You know I always have trouble sleepin' without you, babe," Claire said quietly. It was only a partial lie. While she did have trouble falling asleep alone, at the moment she was so bone-tired from caring for Hank on her own all day that she had been dozing when the phone rang. Even with her regeneration, it took a lot out of her.
She could hear Dean heave a heavy sigh. "Did ya salt? Lock the door? Check the gun, make sure it's loaded? We should've asked your dad to stay there while I'm gone. If anything-" Claire cut him off, as gently as she could.
"Dean. Everything is fine. I did everything there is to do, your son is sound asleep. Just like the two of us should be. There's nothing to worry about."
He couldn't help but smile into the phone. If he closed his eyes, he could almost see her; sprawled out across the bed the way she did when he wasn't in it, hair all a mess just the way he liked it. He could even see her biting her tongue as she went quiet, having heard the carefully calm edge to her voice. She was getting cranky, and as adorable as it was, he knew she had a right to be. He knew she was tired, exhausted from keeping their son and house all day, and here he was calling every twenty minutes to check in.
He might not admit it, and he didn't have to really, but he missed her. He'd grown so accustomed to being home with Claire that this night without her was like waking suddenly to find his left arm was missing. "S'alright, angel. I'll let you get some sleep," he said finally, his voice lowering as he added, "love you."
That was all it took to get Claire smiling, albeit tiredly. "Love you, too. You get some sleep, too. Don't put yourself out there if you're not fully rested. "Yeah, yeah," he mumbled. "I'll call you tomorrow." He went quiet, listening as Claire shifted on the bed, the sheets rustling. He loved that sound, even as it made him long to be there beside her.
"Good night, Dean," Claire murmured, blowing a kiss into the phone. Dean loved that, and while he wasn't about to do the same (he still had his limits, after all), she knew the feeling was still there. She was falling asleep already; "Hanging up now," she said.
"G'night, angel. Sweet dreams." And that was the last thing she heard before drifting off.
I own nothing. Please don't sue.
Claire had gotten Hank to sleep and was finally just settling into bed - again - when her phone went off - again. Sure enough, it was Dean.
"Babe," she answered, trying not to sound exasperated. Once the calls got into the double digits she reserved the right to skip formal telephone greetings. "Everything is fine. Hank is asleep. I miss you, but I know you'll be home as soon as you can. I love you, too." That covered all the bases, right?
Nope.
"Why're you still up, angel? I was just gonna leave a message." Dean sounded as tired as she felt, and yet he was still calling. To be fair, it was the first time he'd taken a job since Hank had been born. It was his first time not spending the night at home with his family. He'd protested at first, but Claire could tell he was getting restless and needed to get out, if only for a weekend.
"You know I always have trouble sleepin' without you, babe," Claire said quietly. It was only a partial lie. While she did have trouble falling asleep alone, at the moment she was so bone-tired from caring for Hank on her own all day that she had been dozing when the phone rang. Even with her regeneration, it took a lot out of her.
She could hear Dean heave a heavy sigh. "Did ya salt? Lock the door? Check the gun, make sure it's loaded? We should've asked your dad to stay there while I'm gone. If anything-" Claire cut him off, as gently as she could.
"Dean. Everything is fine. I did everything there is to do, your son is sound asleep. Just like the two of us should be. There's nothing to worry about."
He couldn't help but smile into the phone. If he closed his eyes, he could almost see her; sprawled out across the bed the way she did when he wasn't in it, hair all a mess just the way he liked it. He could even see her biting her tongue as she went quiet, having heard the carefully calm edge to her voice. She was getting cranky, and as adorable as it was, he knew she had a right to be. He knew she was tired, exhausted from keeping their son and house all day, and here he was calling every twenty minutes to check in.
He might not admit it, and he didn't have to really, but he missed her. He'd grown so accustomed to being home with Claire that this night without her was like waking suddenly to find his left arm was missing. "S'alright, angel. I'll let you get some sleep," he said finally, his voice lowering as he added, "love you."
That was all it took to get Claire smiling, albeit tiredly. "Love you, too. You get some sleep, too. Don't put yourself out there if you're not fully rested. "Yeah, yeah," he mumbled. "I'll call you tomorrow." He went quiet, listening as Claire shifted on the bed, the sheets rustling. He loved that sound, even as it made him long to be there beside her.
"Good night, Dean," Claire murmured, blowing a kiss into the phone. Dean loved that, and while he wasn't about to do the same (he still had his limits, after all), she knew the feeling was still there. She was falling asleep already; "Hanging up now," she said.
"G'night, angel. Sweet dreams." And that was the last thing she heard before drifting off.