so instead of vacuuming the couch I drew future!Claire stargazing. I’ve got a bit of a write-up to go with this, but I actually have to go vacuum the couch now. There has been a threat to my ice cream.

But here’s a line:

It’s not her father’s coat. She’s never been able to find it; never been able to find Dean or Sam or Castiel to ask about it, to ask for it. But it’s close enough that when a hunt goes bad she can wrap herself up in it and pretend he’s there to make everything better.

She hopes that, wherever he is, he knows.