Claire's Apartment, Saturday Morning
Claire was very happily sound asleep. That was not going to last much longer.
"Let me in!" cried the voice of someone.
Claire stirred for a moment. "Huh?"
Surely there wasn't the sound of someone tapping on the doors to the balcony. It was just a dream.
"I can't get in. Open the door, Mom!"
Well that was enough to cause some alarm. Claire sat straight up, her eyes on the glass doors. There was a little boy outside on the balcony. He must have been lost.
Claire climbed out of the bed, slowly making her way to the doors. She opened them. "Are you lost?"
"No. Well, maybe. I mean, this isn't our house. What's going on, Mom? And what happened to your hair?"
Claire just stared at the boy. "I'm sorry. I don't think I'm your mom. Who are you?"
He sighed. "It's Nathan."
Nathan? Holy god. Claire was now very much with the boggling.
"Okay. Um, Nathan, I think I'm suffering from some sort of amnesia. Or I time traveled." She was so confused. "Where's your dad? And, uh, who is your dad?"
"Sam Winchester," Nathan proudly replied.
Claire believed him. There was a very strong resemblance.
She sat back down on the bed. She would have fallen to the floor if she hadn't. "Oh. Okay, this is probably a time or weird alternate universe issue."
There was something else that confused. "How did you get out there?"
"I flew."
"Of course." Claire was still boggling.
"Mom, maybe we should find Dad?" Nathan suggested.
Wow. Claire hadn't even seen Sam since she'd been back. Now she had to tell him they had a kid together? Awkward much.
"Yeah, sure. Why don't we get some waffles first."
Nathan nodded vigorously. "Okay!"
Claire rubbed her head. Possibly for the first time ever, the headache she was experiencing wasn't healing.
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"Let me in!" cried the voice of someone.
Claire stirred for a moment. "Huh?"
Surely there wasn't the sound of someone tapping on the doors to the balcony. It was just a dream.
"I can't get in. Open the door, Mom!"
Well that was enough to cause some alarm. Claire sat straight up, her eyes on the glass doors. There was a little boy outside on the balcony. He must have been lost.
Claire climbed out of the bed, slowly making her way to the doors. She opened them. "Are you lost?"
"No. Well, maybe. I mean, this isn't our house. What's going on, Mom? And what happened to your hair?"
Claire just stared at the boy. "I'm sorry. I don't think I'm your mom. Who are you?"
He sighed. "It's Nathan."
Nathan? Holy god. Claire was now very much with the boggling.
"Okay. Um, Nathan, I think I'm suffering from some sort of amnesia. Or I time traveled." She was so confused. "Where's your dad? And, uh, who is your dad?"
"Sam Winchester," Nathan proudly replied.
Claire believed him. There was a very strong resemblance.
She sat back down on the bed. She would have fallen to the floor if she hadn't. "Oh. Okay, this is probably a time or weird alternate universe issue."
There was something else that confused. "How did you get out there?"
"I flew."
"Of course." Claire was still boggling.
"Mom, maybe we should find Dad?" Nathan suggested.
Wow. Claire hadn't even seen Sam since she'd been back. Now she had to tell him they had a kid together? Awkward much.
"Yeah, sure. Why don't we get some waffles first."
Nathan nodded vigorously. "Okay!"
Claire rubbed her head. Possibly for the first time ever, the headache she was experiencing wasn't healing.
[ooc: Establishly.]