...and I'm gonna fast-forward a bit! Also where is Sam in all this?



Dean shields his eyes as Castiel leaves Claire's body, but Jesse doesn't look away. He wants the satisfaction of seeing Castiel's departure with his own two eyes. When the light fades, Claire reels back with a gasp, and both Jesse and Dean lunge forward to steady her.

"Claire?" Jesse clutches her arms, her shoulders, lifts one hand to her cheek as her eyes try to focus. "Claire, you in there?"

"Yeah," she breathes. "Yeah."

"You okay?"

"Yeah." She smiles a brittle smile. "Castiel wouldn't hurt me, Jess. He made a promise."

"Yeah, 'cos angels are so trustworthy," Jesse replies.

Dean takes his whiskey glass off the table and offers it to her. She takes it wordlessly and downs the whole thing, then coughs.

"Atta girl," Dean says, patting her back roughly. "You'll make it."