abitofclaireity:

Chewing on her lip, Claire pushes herself up off her bed and moves over to the motel’s tiny fridge. She doesn’t have a whole lot left to eat, but Becky is right. She needs to eat and sleep or she’s not going to be in any shape to do anything when someone finally arrives. Her stomach is still filled with butterflies, but she manages to eat the remaining half of her lunch. 

She takes a few minutes to gather all her stuff up, and all the stuff her mom left behind, and shove it into her bags. She doesn’t know when someone will come get her, but it’s better to be prepared. That’s the same reason she has for clutching her cellphone in hand when she curls up under the covers, too.

Hopefully she’ll sleep better tonight.

rebeccaemilyrosen said: [text] Dean is on the way. Don’t open the door for anyone else. Holy water test when he gets there, please.

[text]
yay! ok thx soooooooo much i will 

Relief.

It’s the only thing she feels for a long few minutes after reading Becky’s text. It’s a giddy sort of relief, overriding the fear and worry that has been gnawing on her gut for days. She wants to giggle and laugh and cry and just let go, but she holds it in just a little longer so she can respond. 

Then she is collapsing back onto the motel’s bed, tension draining away and limbs loosening. She lets her cellphone fall beside her, fingers aching from having held onto it for so long and so tightly but she doesn’t need to do that now. Help is coming. 

[compilation of three posts]