destieldrabblesdaily:

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m sensing that you don’t want to talk about it.”

Claire shrugs at the assumption, but it’s followed by a tiny nod. She sighs as she sits down on the edge of her bed, in the process picking up the fluffy grumpy cat that Castiel knows all too well.

And Castiel understands, because how can he not? He’s never been much of a talker himself, and even though he’s getting better at sharing his thoughts and emotions, he still has a lot to learn. As has Claire, and truth be told he’s just glad to have a chance to visit her, seeing with his own two eyes that she’s still in one piece and at least has a family now. There’s Jody, and Donna, and Alex, and Patience… They’re all looking out for each other.

Claire’s doing well, all things considered, and whatever sadness is hiding in her eyes, Castiel knows that there’s no point in pushing her.

Glancing around Claire’s room, Castiel looks for a way to change the subject, but Claire surprises him before he can even come up with anything.

“There was a girl,” she blurts out, avoiding eye contact. “Her name was Kaia. I promised that I would protect her but then… In the end I couldn’t. I just couldn’t, and I lost her. Let’s leave it at that.”

“Ah…” Castiel finds himself saying; Claire still doesn’t look at him, instead fumbling with her grumpy cat plushy. “And this girl, she was your friend?”

“Yeah…”

A long silence.

“I’m sorry,” Castiel offers eventually. “No matter how long you exist, losing a friend will never get any easier.”

Claire blinks up at him, and Castiel swears that tears are about to fall from her watery blue eyes. He reaches out to briefly squeeze her shoulder, shooting her a sympathetic smile before turning around to leave the room and give her some space, because she obviously needs it. However he’s stopped just as he’s about to close the door behind him.

“Wait!” Claire exclaims, then pauses, but continues once Castiel glances over his shoulder and tilts his head at her. “She eh… She wasn’t just my friend. She was… she was my friend like Dean is your friend.”

And oh. Oh. Another beat of silence.

“You were in love with her,” Castiel states, not asks.

Claire shrugs again, but her eyes say it all.

And Castiel remembers. Remembers all of the times that he’s lost Dean, but also remembers all of the times that he’s found him again. A story isn’t over until it’s truly over, by now, at least that much he knows.

“We’ll get her back,” Castiel says, firmly, determinedly. “I’ll help you, if you want me to.”

Claire says nothing, but drops the plushy and gets up to firmly hug Castiel. Castiel tentatively hugs her back, already knowing that this is one promise that he will make sure to keep, no matter what.

They both aren’t talkers. But when it comes to this, they now seem to speak the same language, even if it’s without words.

dee–cee:

So I was scratching my girlfriend’s back and I decided to write ‘will you marry me’ on her back and as I was writing it she interrupted me and said yes I’ll marry you and my heart died… so guys, that’s how I proposed to my girlfriend