[Log] we're singin' halleluja | and the edge in your affection broke my skin

[likedillinger]

Who: Dean and Claire Bennet (excheerleader )
What:  In which the cracks in Dean's armor start to really shine through, and he fulfills Cassandra's prophecy.
When:  Tuesday, post Dark Side of the Moon, immediately segueing in from this convo where Dean talks to Claire about heaven.
Where:  New York City, NY ; Dean's motel room
Note:  Banner made for me by marshgammon
Verse:  Brave New World

Dean had been pacing the length of the motel room restlessly as they spoke about Heaven, but he halted when Claire suggested they grab a beer instead of even bothering trying to respond to his statement that God had told them to give up.  He was immensely grateful that she didn't seem about to try to push him into reinterpreting the message into something it obviously wasn't: there was just no way to spin Joshua's message into something positive.  It'd been a slap in the face on every damn level.

Yesterday had just been one of those after another.

"Yeah, I grabbed some yesterday."  Before I got shot in the chest, he thought to himself with a grimace, as he headed towards the mini-fridge, and pulled out two bottles.  He held one out to her and cracked the lid off his own, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and finding a spot on the wall to stare at for a moment with furrowed brow.

"Anyway, it was... a helluva day," he finally said, following a moment where neither of them spoke.  After another pause, he chuckled.  "Ok, maybe bad choice of words."

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[cheerleader]

"You're a wordsmith, Dean." She laughed a little, although she wasn't all that amused by the fact he had died at all. She knew that it was always a risk, with the job he had. There was always a chance that he could die and not come back, but the fact hadn't ever really been a fear, not until this point. Now she was afraid of him leaving the city, she was terrified that this was going to be her last time to see him. What if this was her last moment with him? She wanted to make it memorable, and make it last. So she forced a laugh and a smile, and she opened a beer despite the fact she hated the taste.

It wasn't ever fully about her, anyways, she wanted to make him feel at peace. And if drinking something that tasted like bitter nastiness made him happy, then she'd drink for however long it took to get him to smile. She sat down on the bed, pulling her legs up so she could sit cross legged. The beer was sniffed a bit before she took her first long drink, and she really couldn't prevent the way her face wrinkled up and she shivered as she swallowed it down.

"I'm going to have to make you start buying some soda, too." She paused, realizing a little too late how that sounded. "Uh...I mean, so you can have something relatively decent to drink, not because I'm going to be around all the time or anything." Although she would be if he asked her to.

Embarrassed, she just put the bottle into her mouth and drank, chugging down half of the contents just so she could prevent herself from talking any further. She finally had him not angry at her over demons or annoyed at her for revealing her feelings, she wasn't going to waste that fact by saying stupid things.