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a_brokenvessel. Just a new voice with Claire that’s a little different from canon so I can test her out.]
Prompt
Her ability was meant to be kept a secret.
She’d had it for as long as she could remember. She was a clumsy kid, and when someone could take a fall that would break a normal kids arm and play t-ball a few hours later, it was obvious that something was up. It was something she had always had, something that had always been a part of her, ever since her birth mother died in that fire all those years ago. She didn’t know how to live without it. Problem was, the Bennets didn’t exactly know what to do with it either. Noah was cautious, thought she should be protected. He had been tailing the demon that killed her mother, but got there too late, only to find a baby in the ashes left behind. They took her in, raised her, and kept her safe. But eventually Claire had to stop being protected and start protecting herself.
Claire never wanted to be a hunter. It was a necessary evil of her world, and unlike her ability, she had more of a choice. She could choose whether or not to hunt, whether or not to know a case when she saw it, whether or not to go after the bad thing that happened to be in her vicinity. She tried going off to school, to seek out that normal life, but no matter where she went, what she did, it always came back to bite her—usually in the worst way possible.
Today happened to be one of those times.
She had been on a date. It was a nice date with a nice boy who had been hanging around the roadhouse lately, and while he wasn’t part of the in-crowd, he was sweet. Claire really liked sweet. She managed to talk him into a coffee house the next town over. With the Winchesters coming in to town, everything had turned into an upheaval. This was some kind of pow-wow, and Claire didn’t want any part of it. Even if it was the end of the world, and they needed all hands on deck, Claire wanted to run as far away from it as possible. This wasn’t her fight. Which is why she was having coffee with Jamie in Douro as oppose to Odessa. If she hadn’t, maybe she wouldn’t have seen him.
( *** )
1147 words
a_brokenvessel. Just a new voice with Claire that’s a little different from canon so I can test her out.]Prompt
Her ability was meant to be kept a secret.
She’d had it for as long as she could remember. She was a clumsy kid, and when someone could take a fall that would break a normal kids arm and play t-ball a few hours later, it was obvious that something was up. It was something she had always had, something that had always been a part of her, ever since her birth mother died in that fire all those years ago. She didn’t know how to live without it. Problem was, the Bennets didn’t exactly know what to do with it either. Noah was cautious, thought she should be protected. He had been tailing the demon that killed her mother, but got there too late, only to find a baby in the ashes left behind. They took her in, raised her, and kept her safe. But eventually Claire had to stop being protected and start protecting herself.
Claire never wanted to be a hunter. It was a necessary evil of her world, and unlike her ability, she had more of a choice. She could choose whether or not to hunt, whether or not to know a case when she saw it, whether or not to go after the bad thing that happened to be in her vicinity. She tried going off to school, to seek out that normal life, but no matter where she went, what she did, it always came back to bite her—usually in the worst way possible.
Today happened to be one of those times.
She had been on a date. It was a nice date with a nice boy who had been hanging around the roadhouse lately, and while he wasn’t part of the in-crowd, he was sweet. Claire really liked sweet. She managed to talk him into a coffee house the next town over. With the Winchesters coming in to town, everything had turned into an upheaval. This was some kind of pow-wow, and Claire didn’t want any part of it. Even if it was the end of the world, and they needed all hands on deck, Claire wanted to run as far away from it as possible. This wasn’t her fight. Which is why she was having coffee with Jamie in Douro as oppose to Odessa. If she hadn’t, maybe she wouldn’t have seen him.
( *** )
1147 words
