Claire has spent more time in moving vehicles in the last few years than she has stayed in one place. She hasn’t slept in the same bed for more than a night or two in months, and there is rarely anything with the familiar comfort of her life from before.
Before.
Before before before. Everything could be arranged into befores and afters. Before and after Daddy left. Before and after Castiel. Before and after running and running and running without knowing if there was actually anything or anyone chasing after them. Before and after mom disappeared.
Before and after she was alone.
She’s not going to be alone for much longer (she hopes, she prays) and that means that things are going to change again. She’s almost gotten used to the way things are; almost but not quite used to this bed, this room, this life.
She’s tempted to try and head out on her own, but she’ll wait a little longer.