Rolled a 5... RNG is clearly evil. indestructigirlMarch 24 2012, 02:04:36 UTC
[Claire had tried to convince Cas not to go, to stay behind, with her. It was selfish, she knew, but she couldn't bear the thought of losing the one piece of sanity she had left in the end of the world. Of course he'd gone anyway, because he was needed. And there her worst fear became reality. He didn't come back with them. There'd been a giant cluster-fuck and he'd been lost in the melee.
Contrary to what she'd told him previously, she didn't leave camp. Mostly because she couldn't deal with the loss of her last living friend. Lover. Family. Whatever he was, or rather, he was all of the above for her.
Days went by, weeks maybe, she had lost track. She didn't know how much time had gone by when she'd gotten word from Dean that Cas had been found and was now back in camp. The bad news was... he wasn't doing so well. Claire of course rushes to his side, almost unable to believe her own eyes.] Cas?
Lmmfao RNG has such a hateon for Cas and Claire ahahaha Cas is crabby, he'll chill out eventually XDheavenonhighMarch 24 2012, 21:59:06 UTC
[Giant clusterfuck is perhaps the best way to describe how that mission'd gone down- more croates than they'd expected, demons too, and to top it all off a nice surprise military raid right in the middle of everything. They hadn't been prepared for any of those things alone, never mind together, and they'd done the only thing they'd been able to do at the time- scatter
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RNG is so out to get them! but their awesome can't be stopped. Claire'll make him smile~indestructigirlMarch 24 2012, 22:23:59 UTC
They told me you were dead, but I didn't believe them. [Though she's relieved to see him, she's still pretty miserable. It'd been a rough time while he was gone; she'd hardly slept, hardly eaten - though her regeneration kept her going her tiredness shows in her eyes and in the slouch of her body. Her ability burns a lot of energy to keep her healthy, and even though she can't die, she can certainly break down from a lack of sleep. Fortunately Claire isn't at that point just yet.
She looks down at her feet for a second, then gingerly sits on the bed beside him, being careful not to bump him. It isn't really noticeable whether he's injured or not, and she doesn't want to take any chances.]
I know I said I'd leave if you were gone, but... I couldn't without knowing for sure. [In her mind, no body equals not dead. Especially in these times. The end of the world brings out the survival skills in everyone, and she knows Cas wouldn't give up without a fight.]
haha I have no doubt. :PheavenonhighMarch 25 2012, 02:11:58 UTC
[He grunts.]
I dunno, I feel like death.
[Alright, it's an exaggeration, but he's feeling far from his best. He's so tired, and he knows for a fact he looks like hell... It's bad enough Dean's seen him like this, but now Claire too? He hates this, being weak. As an angel--
Well, he's not an angel anymore, so maybe it's best he gets used to this. Claire settles herself on the bed and he had to fight the urge to roll over and curl himself around her... That would really just be the cherry on top of his pitiful appearance, though, and so he resists.
He's... Glad she's still here. He'd hoped she'd stick around long enough if something happened to him that eventually she'd just... Decide to stay for good.]
Of course I came back. [He offers her a small smile.] I wasn't cut out for the mountain man thing.
[She herself is fighting the urge to lay back and snuggle him, not sure if he'll even want that now. Instead she settles for turning to face him a little more and taking his hand in her own. That way if he doesn't, he can just let go. She'll understand.
Claire matches his smile, looking down at him fondly.] You don't look half bad, Mountain Man. I'd still hit it.
[There's the temptation to ask him if he had to drink his pee like Man Vs. Wild but she's sure he won't get the reference. Besides, he's miserable enough, obviously. Her tone goes quieter, turning a little more serious.]
Out of red potion... Better drink my own piss!heavenonhighMarch 25 2012, 22:42:06 UTC
[He lets his hand curl with hers lightly. The contact is nice, even if he's still feeling less than thrilled about being so pitiful. He's only human now, hasn't eaten much in days but it still feels wrong. This isn't how he's supposed to be, and he can't forget that.
His lips twitch a bit though; good to know his lameness isn't putting a damper on his dashing good looks...]
Good to know.
[Yeah, it's unlikely that would earn her anything other than a blank stare and a curious head tilt; he hasn't really seen that much tv, and Dean'd always rolled his eyes at that show in particular.
He flashes her a sad kind of smile and squeezes her hand.]
hahaha! I had to at least make a mention XDindestructigirlMarch 26 2012, 01:09:27 UTC
I almost wish I'd gone with you. Maybe I could've helped. [And at least she might not have missed him so much. She isn't sure how much she really could have helped, but it makes her feel better to think she could have.
Claire's far more grateful to see him again than she can properly say, and so she finally gives in to her whims and lies beside him. She tries not to creep on his personal space too much, just close enough to share a bit of warmth and keep a hold of his hand. This way she's still sort of leaving it up to him, how close he wants to be. Though the issue of his bruised ego and self-confidence really hasn't dawned on her yet, she just thinks he might not feel well enough physically to cuddle.]
Dean was pretty moody once the group came back. I think that one table is still broken...
Oh of course, no way you could have let that opportunity go!heavenonhighMarch 26 2012, 17:54:45 UTC
[He shakes his head.]
No, I'm glad you were here. It's safer. [He smiles faintly.] At least one of us wasn't up shit's creek that way.
[Actually, a creek would have been pretty helpful; he'd probably run into the worse possible area. It'd been dry and he's no tracker- it'd taken him a bit longer than it should have to find water. He supposes that tiny bit of grace that keeps him from crumpling like a puppet with its strings cut is probably what had sustained him. He's pretty sure an average human wouldn't have survived.
Claire slides down the bed, rests herself at his side and while Cas doesn't move over, as much as he'd like to, he doesn't let go of her hand either. It's warm and it feels nice, he's not about to lose that just yet.
He snorts softly.]
He broke a table? I don't know whether to be flattered or feel sorry for whoever's table it was.
[...or whoever was in the general vicinity when the group had returned. 'Moody' when applied to Dean, well... It's not pretty.]
it would have been failing the internet.indestructigirlMarch 27 2012, 00:27:26 UTC
Might've been better than being here, worrying about you. [She's not even going to tell him how she spent the days he was missing. It makes her feel about as pitiful as he's feeling now, so she's sort of hoping he doesn't ask.]
Yeah. You should probably be flattered, I don't think I've ever seen him that upset about something.
[Granted, Claire doesn't spend as much time around Dean as other people in the camp do, but still. She knows enough to know that he was really pissed. Mostly at himself, as far as she could tell. After that, though, she goes quiet, lost in her own thoughts and feelings.]
rofl totally, man, totallyheavenonhighMarch 27 2012, 21:29:02 UTC
I'm sorry I made you worry.
[He rolls onto his side, brows pulling together at how much effort that simple motion seems to take. He's just so tired... It's infuriating. Sighing, he untangles his hand from Claire's to drape it over her side, fingers curling into a loose fist in between her shoulder blades.]
Must've been a sight. [He tips his head up a bit.] So what'd I miss? Anything earth-shattering happen while I was taking my little vacation?
[He'd seen a few unfamiliar faces on the way in here... But it's possible he'd just been a bit disoriented.]
[And once he's on his side, she can't take it anymore. Claire scoots in and lets her arm curl loosely around him, her head resting lightly against his chest. After not seeing Cas for days, she just wants to be near him.]
Not much, that I know of. Other than Dean's outbursts - there were a few of those - I didn't pay much attention. I didn't come out a whole lot.
[Except to slip into his cabin and bed while he was away. But she's not admitting to that. Cas could probably guess she did it, anyway.]
[He relaxes into the familiar contact, resting his chin on her head and tightening his arm around her back, fingertips brushing against the ends of her hair.]
Mm. I thought I saw new people out there.
[He... Actually wouldn't have guessed that. If their situations were reversed, he'd likely have gone out of his way to avoid anything that might stir up memories- he prefers the burying method of coping, if that wasn't obvious from the drug use and the sex.]
So the apocalypse didn't end while I was running around in the woods. That's a shame.
[And that's just what she's been missing, since he'd been gone. She sighs, resting her head against his chest. Claire might have tried his coping mechanisms, but drugs were pointless for her and Cas is the only person in camp she wanted to have sex with. Doesn't leave a girl with too many choices.] Maybe. I wouldn't know. I split most of the time between my bed and yours.
Unfortunately, the world's still a shithole and your absence onky made it worse.
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Contrary to what she'd told him previously, she didn't leave camp. Mostly because she couldn't deal with the loss of her last living friend. Lover. Family. Whatever he was, or rather, he was all of the above for her.
Days went by, weeks maybe, she had lost track. She didn't know how much time had gone by when she'd gotten word from Dean that Cas had been found and was now back in camp. The bad news was... he wasn't doing so well. Claire of course rushes to his side, almost unable to believe her own eyes.] Cas?
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She looks down at her feet for a second, then gingerly sits on the bed beside him, being careful not to bump him. It isn't really noticeable whether he's injured or not, and she doesn't want to take any chances.]
I know I said I'd leave if you were gone, but... I couldn't without knowing for sure. [In her mind, no body equals not dead. Especially in these times. The end of the world brings out the survival skills in everyone, and she knows Cas wouldn't give up without a fight.]
Wanted to believe you'd come back.
[Because of Dean, if not her.
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I dunno, I feel like death.
[Alright, it's an exaggeration, but he's feeling far from his best. He's so tired, and he knows for a fact he looks like hell... It's bad enough Dean's seen him like this, but now Claire too? He hates this, being weak. As an angel--
Well, he's not an angel anymore, so maybe it's best he gets used to this. Claire settles herself on the bed and he had to fight the urge to roll over and curl himself around her... That would really just be the cherry on top of his pitiful appearance, though, and so he resists.
He's... Glad she's still here. He'd hoped she'd stick around long enough if something happened to him that eventually she'd just... Decide to stay for good.]
Of course I came back. [He offers her a small smile.] I wasn't cut out for the mountain man thing.
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Claire matches his smile, looking down at him fondly.] You don't look half bad, Mountain Man. I'd still hit it.
[There's the temptation to ask him if he had to drink his pee like Man Vs. Wild but she's sure he won't get the reference. Besides, he's miserable enough, obviously. Her tone goes quieter, turning a little more serious.]
I missed you.
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His lips twitch a bit though; good to know his lameness isn't putting a damper on his dashing good looks...]
Good to know.
[Yeah, it's unlikely that would earn her anything other than a blank stare and a curious head tilt; he hasn't really seen that much tv, and Dean'd always rolled his eyes at that show in particular.
He flashes her a sad kind of smile and squeezes her hand.]
I'm sorry if I worried you. I got separated.
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Claire's far more grateful to see him again than she can properly say, and so she finally gives in to her whims and lies beside him. She tries not to creep on his personal space too much, just close enough to share a bit of warmth and keep a hold of his hand. This way she's still sort of leaving it up to him, how close he wants to be. Though the issue of his bruised ego and self-confidence really hasn't dawned on her yet, she just thinks he might not feel well enough physically to cuddle.]
Dean was pretty moody once the group came back. I think that one table is still broken...
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No, I'm glad you were here. It's safer. [He smiles faintly.] At least one of us wasn't up shit's creek that way.
[Actually, a creek would have been pretty helpful; he'd probably run into the worse possible area. It'd been dry and he's no tracker- it'd taken him a bit longer than it should have to find water. He supposes that tiny bit of grace that keeps him from crumpling like a puppet with its strings cut is probably what had sustained him. He's pretty sure an average human wouldn't have survived.
Claire slides down the bed, rests herself at his side and while Cas doesn't move over, as much as he'd like to, he doesn't let go of her hand either. It's warm and it feels nice, he's not about to lose that just yet.
He snorts softly.]
He broke a table? I don't know whether to be flattered or feel sorry for whoever's table it was.
[...or whoever was in the general vicinity when the group had returned. 'Moody' when applied to Dean, well... It's not pretty.]
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Yeah. You should probably be flattered, I don't think I've ever seen him that upset about something.
[Granted, Claire doesn't spend as much time around Dean as other people in the camp do, but still. She knows enough to know that he was really pissed. Mostly at himself, as far as she could tell. After that, though, she goes quiet, lost in her own thoughts and feelings.]
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[He rolls onto his side, brows pulling together at how much effort that simple motion seems to take. He's just so tired... It's infuriating. Sighing, he untangles his hand from Claire's to drape it over her side, fingers curling into a loose fist in between her shoulder blades.]
Must've been a sight. [He tips his head up a bit.] So what'd I miss? Anything earth-shattering happen while I was taking my little vacation?
[He'd seen a few unfamiliar faces on the way in here... But it's possible he'd just been a bit disoriented.]
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Not much, that I know of. Other than Dean's outbursts - there were a few of those - I didn't pay much attention. I didn't come out a whole lot.
[Except to slip into his cabin and bed while he was away. But she's not admitting to that. Cas could probably guess she did it, anyway.]
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Mm. I thought I saw new people out there.
[He... Actually wouldn't have guessed that. If their situations were reversed, he'd likely have gone out of his way to avoid anything that might stir up memories- he prefers the burying method of coping, if that wasn't obvious from the drug use and the sex.]
So the apocalypse didn't end while I was running around in the woods. That's a shame.
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Unfortunately, the world's still a shithole and your absence onky made it worse.
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