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🌘 [APRIL CATCH-ALL]
Who: claire novak, and you
When: through the month of april
Where: various
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Trench brought to mind a whole lot of shit that Claire had been putting off. The kind of thing she couldn't afford to think about, because thinking about Kaia meant being too hung up on what was unfinished back home to find her footing back in the blood-bound bullshit now that Sam and Cas were gone.
It was just her and Dean, and even though their rapport had improved since the last time it was just weird dealing with a version of him that wasn't that much older than her. None of the real deal actions meet consequence stuff had happened for him yet, and that meant that it hadn't come full circle for her when he's from either. Bridging the gap between what is and what has yet to be had been a weird dance of learning where what she remembers of Dean and who Dean has always been met. It helped to know some of the steps and overall, this bright-eyed version of Dean Winchester was a whole lot more accommodating without trying too hard. Maybe because the guilt hadn't trickled in yet and the clean slate gave them both a whole lot less baggage.
Dean also had Rocky's and some weird deal with the two blonde soldiers so it's a better situation all the way around and she didn't mind their living working situation because his cooking skills made her botched attempts at Hamburger Helper look even more pathetic. Still, she couldn't occupy the attic all day and night, so not long after landing back in the hellscape did she put those routine patrols back on the calendar. It came second, right after touching base with everyone else left from the place before with Sodder and the good old-fashioned American 1950s nightmare.
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE —
I: Rocky's Bar
[On days that end with Y Claire is parked at the bar in Rocky's as a patron or keeping bar herself in lieu of Dean doing whatever Dean does when he dips. It gives her a good sense of accomplishment locking it up for him as clean and as pretty as it always was.
Sure it's not the nicest place on the planet but it's neat and Dean keeps it in tip-top shape. Try your luck at a game of pool, if you can beat her you get a free brew. She's not cooking anything for anyone but the squid shots for the new folks are on the house as per usual, and she's not afraid to get between two idiots that can't handle their liquor.]
II: The Halfway House
a:
[Her old place is still in Cassandra collecting dust and even though her room is still intact and some of the things from Eddie and the past iterations of Dean still remain it's mostly untouched and in need of an overall.
Catch her outside breaking down wood with an axe, and every once in a while throwing that same axe (okay, it's more of a hatchet) at a self-made target on the lawn.]
b:
[The rest of the time she's pulling furniture out onto the same front lawn for painting, nailing together a fence, and laying the groundwork for a backyard garden. It's warded heavily, and if you know what to look for you might catch a glimpse of some pretty suspicious imagery.]
If you're gonna stand there and stare picking up a rake or something.
III: School of Mutter
a:
[After a stop off at Odd End she takes the lamp over to the school to check out the current list of teachers and spots that were open for "education." After closing down classes on her own survival shtick she figured she should check out what areas were being addressed. There was always a need, not everyone had experience, and based on what Peter told her things were still dubious where danger was concerned.
She's got her bag slung over one shoulder and she pulls out her charm to snap a quick picture of the list. It glows and then goes dull, she'd review the information when she didn't have shit to get home. It's heavy and her posture is making that clear, but as far as old romping grounds go this was as close as she could get.
Loitering on campus when she didn't take classes. It's been a minute.]
b:
[After taking a minute at the school of hard knocks Claire goes back to her Subaru where she parked it and takes a small lunch break in the back hatch area. She's got her things strewn about the empty space in the back. Some weapons, and a case that undoubtedly held more, and with her legs hanging off the bumper she finishes off one-half of one of Dean's famous chicken sandwiches.]
When: through the month of april
Where: various
What: feel free to request top-levels or reach out at
Trench brought to mind a whole lot of shit that Claire had been putting off. The kind of thing she couldn't afford to think about, because thinking about Kaia meant being too hung up on what was unfinished back home to find her footing back in the blood-bound bullshit now that Sam and Cas were gone. It was just her and Dean, and even though their rapport had improved since the last time it was just weird dealing with a version of him that wasn't that much older than her. None of the real deal actions meet consequence stuff had happened for him yet, and that meant that it hadn't come full circle for her when he's from either. Bridging the gap between what is and what has yet to be had been a weird dance of learning where what she remembers of Dean and who Dean has always been met. It helped to know some of the steps and overall, this bright-eyed version of Dean Winchester was a whole lot more accommodating without trying too hard. Maybe because the guilt hadn't trickled in yet and the clean slate gave them both a whole lot less baggage.
Dean also had Rocky's and some weird deal with the two blonde soldiers so it's a better situation all the way around and she didn't mind their living working situation because his cooking skills made her botched attempts at Hamburger Helper look even more pathetic. Still, she couldn't occupy the attic all day and night, so not long after landing back in the hellscape did she put those routine patrols back on the calendar. It came second, right after touching base with everyone else left from the place before with Sodder and the good old-fashioned American 1950s nightmare.
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE —
I: Rocky's Bar
[On days that end with Y Claire is parked at the bar in Rocky's as a patron or keeping bar herself in lieu of Dean doing whatever Dean does when he dips. It gives her a good sense of accomplishment locking it up for him as clean and as pretty as it always was.
Sure it's not the nicest place on the planet but it's neat and Dean keeps it in tip-top shape. Try your luck at a game of pool, if you can beat her you get a free brew. She's not cooking anything for anyone but the squid shots for the new folks are on the house as per usual, and she's not afraid to get between two idiots that can't handle their liquor.]
II: The Halfway House
a:
[Her old place is still in Cassandra collecting dust and even though her room is still intact and some of the things from Eddie and the past iterations of Dean still remain it's mostly untouched and in need of an overall.
Catch her outside breaking down wood with an axe, and every once in a while throwing that same axe (okay, it's more of a hatchet) at a self-made target on the lawn.]
b:
[The rest of the time she's pulling furniture out onto the same front lawn for painting, nailing together a fence, and laying the groundwork for a backyard garden. It's warded heavily, and if you know what to look for you might catch a glimpse of some pretty suspicious imagery.]
If you're gonna stand there and stare picking up a rake or something.
III: School of Mutter
a:
[After a stop off at Odd End she takes the lamp over to the school to check out the current list of teachers and spots that were open for "education." After closing down classes on her own survival shtick she figured she should check out what areas were being addressed. There was always a need, not everyone had experience, and based on what Peter told her things were still dubious where danger was concerned.
She's got her bag slung over one shoulder and she pulls out her charm to snap a quick picture of the list. It glows and then goes dull, she'd review the information when she didn't have shit to get home. It's heavy and her posture is making that clear, but as far as old romping grounds go this was as close as she could get.
Loitering on campus when she didn't take classes. It's been a minute.]
b:
[After taking a minute at the school of hard knocks Claire goes back to her Subaru where she parked it and takes a small lunch break in the back hatch area. She's got her things strewn about the empty space in the back. Some weapons, and a case that undoubtedly held more, and with her legs hanging off the bumper she finishes off one-half of one of Dean's famous chicken sandwiches.]
The Halfway House (b)
Neither of which he's properly been able to process, with everything going on. Maul's death threats to Luna are yesterday's news; now she's Corrupted to hell and back, barely recognisable as Luna anymore with the way she's hurting people on purpose and regarding him so coldly.
Most days he stays home trying to keep an eye on her, or otherwise follows her around the city like a sad dog — apologising to anyone she turns some of that wrath on, or losing himself to the demon as it takes control of him with wanting to keep an eye on her just as much.
Paimon's hold on him is different this month. Twisting things psychologically, manipulating Peter with little doses of hallucinations and dreamstates to try and keep him out of Corruption. It's too much energy spent, though, and the boy ends up passing out all over the place with no warning. He wakes up after hours of unconsciousness, head bruised from hitting cobblestone. It's becoming the norm these days, and Peter's not even freaked out about it as he peels himself up off the street and tries to make sense of his surroundings. The perpetual nighttime makes it hard to sort out where to go, so he's just kind of wandering around until he can manage to make his way home.
—When he realises he's close to Claire's old place. The one she'd talked about doing something with. Maybe the forces that be managed to lead him there on a day she's doing some work, or maybe it's just coincidence, but Peter's drawing closer, mostly because it's somewhere vaguely familiar that he can use to reorient himself, when he realises someone's home. Working on the home.
He moves around to where she's at, weirdly stunned to see her again, for a minute. Of course he'd chatted to her on the network, but in person is different. It almost doesn't feel real, and maybe his head's just being funny again — seeing things that aren't there. )
....This isn't a hallucination, is it? Are you like... It's really you?
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She's not expecting company, the street her old place is on has been quiet for the most part. She's kept incense burning when possible and the smoke is wafting around them but she's about to call it when Peter interrupts her.]
Why would I be a hallucination? You okay? [A loaded question in a place like this, she knew. Claire dusts her hands off on her jeans on her way over to meet Peter. He looks older, and worse for wear, but time in this environment will do that to a person.]
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Paimon could even be doing this right now. Making her appear here at her old house. Making Peter think he's found someone safe. Peter is, on some weird level, aware of what the demon's been doing to him, and he's just been letting it happen. Staying in a perpetual dream hurts a lot less. )
I don't know, I guess I just— my head's kind of funny these days.
( Peter pauses again, before relaxing the tension in his shoulders, hands easing into his hoodie pockets. He'd missed her, and even if this is some lingering phantom, he realises he welcomes it. )
It's good to see you again.