Dean took the hint about relocating a lot faster than Claire expected, because he'd already been thinking the same thing himself. All these emotions were fucking tiring. So without any more warning, he kicked his shoes off, and slid backwards on the bed, pulling her with him. It took a moment for them to readjust properly as he settled against the pillows at the head of the bed, but he gave her all the time she needed to wind back up in him, this time pulling her body taut against his, stretched out beside him, one hand coming to rest on her lower back.
He thought over what she'd requested. It was a pretty damn tall order. He decided to just start with Heaven, since it was the freshest thing in his mind, and the most immediate wound.
He really wanted to explain Heaven right to her, in a way she could understand it, because he knew she'd never get to go there herself, and that thought depressed the hell out of him. Maybe in explaining it, she could at least fully imagine what it would be for her.
It was easiest to start at the beginning. For her sake, he figured he'd leave out the part about what it was like to get shot in the chest.
"These two hunters found me and Sam in our hotel... woke us up, and had already taken our guns from us and everything. Got the drop on us real good. Turned out I knew 'em. Called 'em out on it, and they... said a whole bunch of hunters are trackin' Sammy, tryin' to pop him for ... startin' the Apocalypse." Saying that out loud reawakened the anger he'd felt at that moment, not just because those assholes had come after his brother, but because they'd done it over something that was technically his fault. "They did Sam first, and didn't dare leave me standin', because they knew I sure as hell wouldn't stop til I found 'em."
His eyes were fixed on the blank TV screen across the way, and he could see a dim reflection of the two of them there. They looked like any other couple, having any other couple conversation. Except neither of those things were true. He frowned a bit, and skipped the next part.
"First thing I knew... I woke up in my car. Thought I was dreamin'. Kinda felt like a dream, y'know?"
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He thought over what she'd requested. It was a pretty damn tall order. He decided to just start with Heaven, since it was the freshest thing in his mind, and the most immediate wound.
He really wanted to explain Heaven right to her, in a way she could understand it, because he knew she'd never get to go there herself, and that thought depressed the hell out of him. Maybe in explaining it, she could at least fully imagine what it would be for her.
It was easiest to start at the beginning. For her sake, he figured he'd leave out the part about what it was like to get shot in the chest.
"These two hunters found me and Sam in our hotel... woke us up, and had already taken our guns from us and everything. Got the drop on us real good. Turned out I knew 'em. Called 'em out on it, and they... said a whole bunch of hunters are trackin' Sammy, tryin' to pop him for ... startin' the Apocalypse." Saying that out loud reawakened the anger he'd felt at that moment, not just because those assholes had come after his brother, but because they'd done it over something that was technically his fault. "They did Sam first, and didn't dare leave me standin', because they knew I sure as hell wouldn't stop til I found 'em."
His eyes were fixed on the blank TV screen across the way, and he could see a dim reflection of the two of them there. They looked like any other couple, having any other couple conversation. Except neither of those things were true. He frowned a bit, and skipped the next part.
"First thing I knew... I woke up in my car. Thought I was dreamin'. Kinda felt like a dream, y'know?"