Tag: abitofclairety

rebeccaemilyrosen:

Becky’s hands sweat, making them slip on the steering wheel of her silver beetle as she pulls into a parking space at the Odin bus terminal.  She’s happy that Claire is going to be safe, but a bit terrified as well.  She worries that Claire won’t like her or that she’ll be unhappy staying with her.  What does she know about having a teenager around all the time?  When she was 13, she was angry at everything and spending months attached at the hip to the most dangerous girl in town.

Sighing, she puts the car in park and adjust her coat.  ”Everything is going to be fine,” she says to herself as she exits the car.

Becky takes a seat on the benches inside the terminal and waits for Claire’s bus to arrive.

abitofclaireity:

The trip from Missouri to Minnesota is long and tiring, but Claire has found it almost impossible to sleep. Every time she started to nod off, nervousness and worry would curl in her stomach and send a chill down her spine. Was she doing the right thing? Or should she have stayed behind and waited for Dean?

She is so exhausted and blurry-eyed when the bus finally pulls in that she almost leaves her bag behind, and it’s only the kindness of the woman she had been sitting beside that made sure that she didn’t. They’d spoken a few times on the trip, Claire purposely vague about where she was going and who she would be meeting in an attempt to avoid having to deal with a helpful stranger.

No such luck, and Claire finds herself with an unwanted ‘supervisor’ as she hauls her things along behind her, searching for Becky.

She nibbles her lip awkwardly for a moment, trying not to look at her escort as she calls out for her ‘Aunt Becky’.

rebeccaemilyrosen:

Becky looks up when she hears a voice call her name.  The girl is tall with long blond hair and an uncertain look on her face.  She looks older than 13; Becky would probably peg her for at least 15 from a distance, but Becky is reasonably certain this girl is Claire.  She smiles shyly and walks toward Claire, flicking her eyes over to quickly study the woman standing at Claire’s side.

“Claire,” she calls, waving.  ”Look at you.  You’re so tall,” she says, pretending that it’s been a while between visits instead of their first meeting.  ”Was the ride okay? Do you need a hand with your bags?  Are you hungry?”

abitofclaireity:

“Hi Aunt Becky,” and it’s pretty clear from her tone that she’s also saying ‘See? I’m not running away you can GO AWAY now lady!’, “It was… very long. Food would be totally awesome.” Nonsense chatter has never been her strong suit, and she clenches a fist around the bag with her mother’s stuff in it for a second, trying to decide what to say next.

Her guardian stranger takes the moment away from her with a bright and relieved smile and pats Claire on the shoulder. “She didn’t sleep at all on the way, so you should probably get her settled in quickly. Thank you for the company, Claire.” Like it was Claire’s idea to seat them together or for her to tag along in the terminal. 

But she does turn around and head off, which leaves Claire shuffling awkwardly in front of Becky. “So um. Yeah.”

rebeccaemilyrosen:

Smiling, Becky tries to find the right words to say.  “I’m glad you’re okay.  How about we get out of here?  I’ll pick up some burgers and maybe some shakes on the way back to my place, unless you’d prefer something else to eat.  I don’t have a lot of groceries at the moment since, um, I haven’t been spending much time at home…”

She fights the colour that rushes to her cheeks at the remark, but isn’t very successful.  “If there’s anything you want, specifically, or if there’s anything you can’t have or if you have any allergies, let me know and I’ll be happy to get it, or not get it, for you.”

Becky tucks her hair behind her ear, feeling like she’s talking too much.  “The car’s out here,” she finishes lamely, pointing in the direction of the lot.  “It’s the silver bug.”

abitofclaireity:

“Burgers?” Claire is her father’s daughter; she perks right up at the thought of burgers. “Burgers are the best. And a chocolate shake!” her stomach rumbles at the thought of it. She’d eat just about anything right now with how hungry she is. 

“If you haven’t been home, where’ve you been staying, then?” Claire isn’t sure if she’s being nosy or not, but after how long it took to get here, she’s too tired to care either way. “And no. No allergies, so we’re good there.”

She nods slowly, and adjusts her grip on her bag. “Alrightie then. Let’s go.”

rebeccaemilyrosen:

“Rachel’s makes the best burgers ever and the shakes are…” Becky just sighs, leading Claire toward the car.  She folds the passenger seat forward so that Claire can put her bag in the back as she ponders how exactly to answer Claire’s question.  By the time they’re settled in the car and Becky has them headed in the direction of Rachel’s, she hasn’t come up with a really good answer.

“I’m seeing someone and it’s not uncommon for me to end up being too tired to drive home after we hang out,” she says, smiling a little.  ”He’s really great actually and super nice.  I mean, he’s got a bit of a snarky sense of humor, but nice.  My place isn’t very big…it should be okay…but if it’s not…he’s offered to let us go there if we need more space.”

Becky turns her blinker on and pulls into the parking lot behind Rachel’s.  ”Did you want to go in to eat, or is it okay if I just run in and grab us some food?  I don’t live far from here, so it won’t get cold or anything…”

abitofclaireity:

“Ooooh, real burgers? Not like McDonald’s patties, but real meat? Awesome.” Claire is, perhaps, a touch over protective of her bag as she puts it into the back seat. There’s nothing delicate or fragile in it, but she still sets it down carefully and makes sure that it won’t fall over before climbing into the passenger seat.

Claire smirks slightly as Becky speaks of her boyfriend. She’s just getting into the whole liking boys thing, but she can definitely understand wanting to be with someone who cares about you. It’s why she’s here after all. It does cause her jaw to drop and a surprised blink when his offer to put them both up is given. “I… wow. That’s really awesome, Becky. You’re both way too nice.”

She shakes her head as they pull in. “It’s okay if you want to go in. I’m like… so tried I’d probably fall asleep before we finished.” 

rebeccaemilyrosen:

“Thanks,” she says blushing.  ”I was really worried about you.  You’ve been through a lot and I’m happy to give you a safe place to stay.”  She chuckles.  ”I think Adam’s a bit lonely in his big, ol’ house by himself.  We can talk about it more when you’ve had time to settle in.”

She reaches into the back seat, careful not to jostle Claire’s bag.  She’d seemed sort of touchy about it earlier, so better safe than sorry. “Lock the doors behind me okay?”

Still jittery, terrified that Claire might disappear or get snatched when her back is turned, Becky makes her way into the diner.  Ann is happy to see her and asks her how Adam is and scolds Becky for not bringing him by again.  Becky orders two cheese burgers, two chocolate shakes and a jumbo order of onion rings to go and lets Ann chat at her while she waits for the food.  Finally, after being threatened with refusal of future service into bringing Adam by again soon, she returns to the car with the bulging bag of food.

abitofclaireity:

Claire rubs the back of her neck and looks away from Becky as she flushes. “You didn’t have to worry…” although it feels good to know that someone did. After a moment she turns back and sticks her tongue out. “Bleh! Being by yourself can suck so much.”

The teen nods and dutifully locks the doors as Becky disappears into the diner. Her fingers twitch and she shoves them into her pockets as she slouches in the passenger seat. One hand digs into her thigh, but the other one wraps around her phone; she pulls it out slowly. By this point she’s well aware that she’s not going to have the response she’s waiting for on it, but some part of her can’t help but hope. 

She runs her thumb across the screen and bites her lip before she starts yet another message to her mother. She doesn’t really have anything better to do while she waits for Becky to return, and surely her mom would want to know that she’s safe and sound, right? Even if she never responds…

Claire shakes her head. She can’t get all mopey now. Becky will be back— right about now, apparently. 

rebeccaemilyrosen:

Becky maneuvers the car door open with one hand, careful not to spill, and makes sure the shakes are secure in the cupholders and the bag neatly tucked down by Claire’s feet before she closes the door and puts her seatbelt on.  Claire looks sad, but Becky’s not sure that anything she can say will make it better, so she just smiles even though she would really like to reach over and hug the younger girl.

She doesn’t say much on the two minute drive back to her apartment because, for the first time in a while, she’s at a loss for words.  Becky wonders if this is what the people in her life had felt like after her father had and Becky closed herself off from her family and friends.  She takes the food, waiting for Claire to get her bag, before leading the teen toward her apartment.

“Mind the salt,” she says, as they step over the threshold.  Becky sets the food and shakes down on the kitchen table, hoping that Claire won’t think too badly of the books and DVDs stacked on the floor in the living room…or the huge red Devil’s Trap painted on the ceiling over the door.  ”This is it,” she says, spreading her arms to gesture to the room.  ”Casa de Rosen.”

abitofclaireity:

Normally, Claire would have dug into the bag and started munching the moment it was put in front of her, but between her exhaustion and not really knowing where she stands with Becky she manages to hold off. 

When they arrive, she picks up her bag with just as much care as she had taken in putting it in the car. Everything that is left of her life, or her mom, is in that bag; she feels terrible about almost leaving it behind on the bus, so she all but clings to the bag when it’s in her arms. 

She follows Becky in a bit of a daze, the long trip really starting to catch up to her now that she’s finally somewhere safe. Claire almost— almost!— skids her feet through the salt line, and it’s only Becky’s warning that has her lifting them up high enough to not break them. Her vision has tunnelled almost completely on the food, and she doesn’t even bother taking in the room around her. She can look later, after food and sleep, it’s not like the apartment is going to go anywhere, right?

She licks her lips and nods when Becky spreads her arms, not totally hearing her. “Cool.” 

rebeccaemilyrosen

Smiling a little, Becky grabs two plates from the cabinet and set out one of the foil wrapped burgers and half the onion rings on each.  She gestures for Claire to come sit at the table with her and, once Claire is seated, starts to eat.  She’s a sucker for onion rings, so they’re gone first and, though she tries her best, she can’t make it all the way through her burger.  Being too full makes her a bit sleepy and sort of happy.

“I hope you like it here, for however long you end up staying.  Tomorrow maybe, once you’ve rested, we can maybe talk about the boring stuff like the possibility of you going to school or if you think we’ve got enough space or if we need more…”

Becky smiles nervously.  ”The bathroom is the first door on the left when you get down the hall.  I wasn’t sure if you’d need anything, so I picked up one of those travel kits with the minis in it.  Your room is across the hall from the bathroom. Mine’s at the end of the hall.  Really, that’s about all there is to this place.  The doors and windows are all salted, so just keep that in mind when you’re opening them or leaving.  I put my spare set of keys on your nightstand…”

She chuckles.  ”And here I am, babbling again.”

abitofclaireity:

Claire considers her burger for approximately three seconds before tucking into it with gusto. She barely stops to breath, let alone drink her shake or eat onion rings, so it doesn’t take long before it’s all gone and she turns her attention back to Becky. 

She wrinkles her nose at the thought of going to school. “Tomorrow, definitely things to think about tomorrow.” She nods slowly, her smile awkward and shy. This isn’t exactly a situation she’s used to getting herself into, after all.

“Um well. No harm in babbling… I think I’m going to go fall asleep now.”

She’s fairly certain she’s going to have to get Becky to explain everything all over again when she wakes up. That’s how tired she is.

rebeccaemilyrosen:

Becky nods.  ”Of course, you must be exhausted.  I’ll be up for a while longer.  If you need anything let me know, okay?”

She starts to clear away the dishes and the garbage.  ”If you can, try to think of anything you might need at the store tomorrow.  We’ll go get some groceries, maybe some new clothes if you need them…”

The poor girl looks like she’s going to fall asleep on her feet, so Becky takes pity on her and cuts off the stream of babble that’s threatening to burst out.  ”Get some rest, Claire.”

abitofclairety:

Claire nods and starts shuffling towards the room Becky had prepared for her. She pauses for a moment before going down the hall. “Becky? I know I’ve said it like ten trillion times, but thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Then she turns and heads towards the sweet siren call of a bed. She doesn’t bother to get changed into her only sleeping clothes, just pulling off her jeans and dumping them into a pile beside her bag. And then she is curling up into a ball, whispering her nightly prayers to God and Castiel and Mom and Daddy in between yawns. 

She doesn’t finish before she falls asleep.

rebeccaemilyrosen:

After she cleans up the kitchen and gives in to her paranoia to check the salt lines, Becky ventures down the hall and peeks in on Claire.  The girl is out cold and Becky pulls the door closed, leaving it cracked just an inch, before heading to the living room to watch a movie and catch up on her much neglected email.

She’ll sleep at some point, but not anytime soon.

[17-post compilation from abitofclairety]