#claire/jesse

[cambionverse]

By any chance are we getting anything for Jesse’s birthday this year 👀 👀 👀

something small! it has been one of those...years...and we don't want to begin posting more chapters of envesseled until we have the ENTIRE fic complete, because that's gotten us in a little trouble narrative-wise. so one thing we did was edited what we had so far, and those edits have been applied to the version that's on ao3 now! though probably no one will notice but us, lol.

that being said, we can't let the day pass without SOME kind of writing getting posted, so we do have a short excerpt (about 1200 words) that takes place early during chapter 7.

thanks so much for everyone who still cares about and is patiently waiting on an update to this verse <3 it is being worked on!! it'll just take time.

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In another country, in another room, Claire falls through her nightmare again.

It's getting harder to wake her up, Jesse reports; on the rare nights when Claire manages to fall asleep at all, she goes so deep as to be nearly unrousable. He doesn't say sleep like the dead, but there are certainly nights where the weight of a blanket presses Claire down like grave dirt.

The car crashes. She feels Castiel outside, sees her father inside. Blinks, and her father's face becomes Ben's. He reaches towards her face with his blood-covered fingers, horribly gentle, and Claire is locked in her body as she tries to scream—

"You're okay! You're okay. We're in Veracruz, remember? Some hotel I don't remember the name of, but you're safe." There's the slightest fraction of a pause, and then: "I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Slowly Jesse's voice penetrates the blind panic. He's learned not to touch her when she's like this—the backlash of grace is too much for both of them—but the stream of reassurances, fruitless as they are, grounds her. She never sees Jesse in her dreams. He's one of the realest people she's ever known.

"Okay?" Jesse asks, when her breathing has slowed to a respectable degree.

Claire hates it when he asks her that. It's not like she can lie. "Go back to sleep."

"Only if you do too," says Jesse. He knows it won't happen; even before all this, Claire couldn't fall back asleep once she woke up. It used to be Jesse who woke up with nightmares, and Ben who talked him down from the ledge. She's listened to it from the other bed a hundred times. Now all that's left are the calm hum of Ben's bracelet on her wrist and Ben's words coming from Jesse's mouth.

She can't go back to sleep. She can't bear to see that empty face again.

"We're not far from the ocean," Jesse continues, nodding towards the window. "And it'll be dawn before much longer. Wanna step out for some air?"

Claire climbs out of the bed which is not her grave and follows Jesse outside.

It's warm here, even in February, the air humid with salt and the faint sound of waves. There's music playing at a nearby resort, cut through by a car speeding past with its radio blasting. They don't see any other patrons of this particular hotel, but Claire still twists at her braid, trying to look less like she and Jesse just left the same bed.

To her surprise, Jesse hasn't led them out the main hotel exit but through an interior door to the hotel's open courtyard. His face is lit from below from the wavy blue lights of the swimming pool. "So," he says. "You know how you said a fluke is just a skill you haven't practiced yet?"

Claire tilts her head. She remembers saying that to Ben, on one of the many occasions they were discussing how best to train Jesse's new powers without pushing him too far, but she doesn't recall saying as much to Jesse himself. Her heart clenches at the thought of Ben using her words for encouragement.

"Well, the first time was definitely a fluke," Jesse continues, leading her closer to the pool. It's at this point Claire realizes he too has gone barefoot. "But lately I figured, why not see if I could do it again? And I think I've got the trick of it now."

The chlorine-smell of the air reminds Claire of the last time they stayed somewhere with a pool, the hotel where she took an all-night "laundry trip" to have a psychic tell her her soul was eroding. She'd been so frustrated by the time she got back that she'd parked the truck and walked straight into the water, clothes and all. She screamed until she needed to come up for air and then kept screaming, cursing Castiel even though he never listened, until the sudden sight of Jesse staring wide-eyed over his cigarette had shocked her quiet. Somehow, Jesse is always sneaking up on her.

The Jesse of today gives a wry salute. Then, much like Claire so many months ago, he steps off the deep end.

Except he doesn't sink like Claire did. Jesse leaves solid ground and just keeps walking.

Genuine wonder breaks through the ice and grace surrounding Claire's heart. "Jesse," she breathes. He looks...proud of himself, for once, and Claire realizes she hasn't seen that expression in a long time. Even when Ben was here, he'd been too stressed tracking down a cure for Claire to indulge in learning new tricks just for the fun of it. He walks the length of the pool, does a little spin, and returns to the deeper water.

"Well?" he says, and holds out a hand to her. "Water's fine."

"I'll sink," Claire says at once, though her own hand reaches out by instinct—he's been carrying her so many places these days.

The pool water ripples gently under Jesse's bare feet. "I won't let you."

Claire realizes that she wants to try—just to see, just for herself, even if it ends with a cold plunge. She hasn't wanted anything since Seattle, not really. Something about Jesse's tricks makes her remember what that's like. "Don't drop me," she instructs.

"I haven't yet, have I?" Jesse replies, and tugs her forward.

There's a shock of wetness, not unlike the sensation of dipping her feet in the edge of a river, but gravity doesn't pull them down below the surface. Instead the water supports them with a gentle pressure unlike any ground she's ever walked.

"Jesse," Claire hears herself say again. Looking through the clear water below gives her the same entrancing vertigo as being on top of the Space Needle—better, almost, because for the first time there's nothing to separate her from the drop. She takes a few more steps, watching the water ripple out from her feet. When she tilts her face up to look at Jesse again, Claire can feel her face almost remember how to smile.

For a second she wobbles—one foot slips under, water lapping at her ankle—but the next moment Jesse's grip tightens and he's right there beside her, his other arm around her waist. "Sorry," he says, moving them both above shallower waters. "You looked—sorry."

Claire rests her free hand against Jesse's chest as droplets fall from her left heel. He's swaying a little, whether from her slip or from catching her out of it, but there's still distant music echoing from somewhere outside and after a moment Claire realizes their slow movement has aligned with the rhythm of the drums.

Here they are, a deadly weapon of Hell and a shattered glass of grace that an angel dropped, holding hands and looking at their feet like a boy and girl at their first school dance. It's the moment where, in a proper romance, the boy would tilt her backwards and kiss her under the stars. Claire feels her heart clench, and she doesn't even know if it's aversion or trepidation or something—lighter. Something like anticipation.

[gemini-tenshakha]

TKATB SPOILERS

Idk if anyone has figured this out / found it already but if you input either Crowe/Sol's last name as your own in the part where you can input your name.

So basically if you input 'Brugmansia' as your last name, Sol says:

"I..."

"Haha..."

"In a hurry aren't we?"

"I'd love to share the same last name with you..."

"But I need you to remember."

While if you input 'Ichabod' as your last name, Crowe says:

*chuckles*

"I'm flattered... That you see me in that way."

"A dream come true nonetheless..."

"Ahh..."

"But this isn't how our story starts... Didn't it?"

If you're wondering what it says for the other characters it's just:

"Oh?"

"What a naughty little thing you are."

"You can't use [Claire/Sugimoto/Oogami/ Helianthus/Sitrus], little lamb."

"This isn't how fate works."

[jinxlovemail]

⚡ APT . APT . APT . ⚡

🩷🩵💜

+ more below !

ft. the others 😭

me too jess, me too.

dkhdjd never put sol and crowe alone in a room together- who knows what's gonna happen...

song was playing on loop since 12 a.m. ... it's 7 a.m. rn lol-

[yuu9o]

It's just a sketch today, as I'm now starting to draw the entire cast and boy- it's so fun to practice drawing with all of them

I'm still struggling to draw hyugo hair but he is now my second best boy

My headcanon on Deryl is whenever he is practicing, groups of girls will just swoon over and kyaa kyaa~ the entire time, bet some will just take his towel as a prize possession- and hyugo is the type of said Yaho! Or Ossu! when he greet Sol, he kinda give me that vibe

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[artinventor]

I wanna know how the interaction between dean and cas went when he bought claire’s birthday gift

My bet is cas said he should get something for her before they head back, dean says are you sure she would like that but cas insists, he asks dean where they should go but dean doesn’t know what teenage girls like so they go to a nearby mall and cas sees teenagers walk out of hot topic so he thinks that must be the place to go to shop for teenage girls and he gets the grumpy cat plushie because it reminds him of claire (who is also cute but grumpy). and dean just goes along with it

Imagine seeing them walking around hot topic though, that would’ve been so funny

[josru]

a little rant:

If you need to understand one thing about the Bear subreddit, here it is.

It's not a supportive place for women, let alone black women/women of colour. (Not surprising, as reddit is male and white dominated.) Sydney gets mad hate for daring to be apart of the main relationship in the show (that is now defunct), something that the writers wrote for her? Regardless if you see Sydcarmy as romantic or not. The whole point of the Bear is their partnership.

And yet the Bear fandom on reddit loves to diminish her role, and act as if Sydney is an uppity black woman who needs to be rid of. They act like it's surprising that people want to talk about her or like her. And they also think Sydcarmy is mad overrated and implausible. They bring it up constantly because it pisses them off that a sizeable portion of us love it.

Probably because Sydney is an actual character we can relate to and root for. But oh no, men don't like that because that means she isn't a perfect little white fantasy, and she has actual problems and ideas and speaks on them, and she's BLACK, god forbid!! And they could never have empathy for someone who wasn't themselves. Sydney is annoying to them because it reminds them they don't care about other people.

It's barely a place for white women too, because they only like you if you're a gf/therapist/not your own person. A flat, 2-D image with no problems. They don't care about Jess or Claire, they just want to fuck them. Even in this post, the respect of relatability and empathy is given to Richie in the title, because he finally "got some", despite the picture being of Jess. Like, great, guys, you diminished a woman (a PERSON) to being a "win" for a man, because that's all that matters, right? Whether or not a woman is a fuckable prize?

Even the writing of the show actually just pushes the whole "if women = gf, = only gf, nothing else" trope. So in a weird way, I guess I know where they're getting it from, but I expected more from adult men? My bad.

Women deserve to be more than someone's fantasy!! I am sick and tired of this misogynistic drivel. I also think it's fucked up how much of these dudes on reddit love Richie this much. Like, we get it, you think he's a self-help sigma alpha chad king now. Just keep ignoring the problems he keeps creating, how irritating he can be sometimes, as well as the fact that men picking up their lives will always have way more support than female characters. Richie is not some underdog character lol. The narrative of the show has made it clear he is very beloved and will have a nice, sweet arc.

Unlike Sydney, and Marcus, and apparently maybe even Tina. But yes, keep talking about how your white male character is the underdog who is being sooo mistreated and finally got something he deserved, even though in actuality, Syd and every other POC got treated like shit this season. It's like they swapped them, the real main characters, and made them the underdogs/tertiary while Richie has become so important. But it's key to reddit's white male victim complex that Richie is finally getting "good treatment" when he never suffered being completely ignored by the writers at all, and he was never at risk of that either.

[luna-nigthshade-wood]

Alright, so in my my Spn B99 idea (which is here if you want to read it), the ducklings also exist, and Dean is their weird parent one way or another. My idea is that for whateverreason they interrogate them and the ways Dean is related to them keeps getting weirder as they go.

Michael: So how are you related to Dean?

Ben: Oh well, he dated my mom for like a week and then he stayed at our home for 6 months, helping me with my homework, taking me to my baseball games and my guitar lessons. The second week he filled my birth certificate, and he keeps paying child support and going to all my games and stuff, so...

Krissy: My father asked him to take care of me while he was dying because they fucked once, he said yes

Bobby-John: Oh, his assholic part of the family try to kidnap me to use me into a ritual to subdue monsters, he re-kidnap me and return me with my father, they share custody of me now

Kaia: I was put in rehab because my foster parents thought I was taking drugs because of my visions, Dean took me out of there and gave me a room, I am not sure if there is a legal trail, though

Alex: I was kidnapped by vampires, Dean saved me, he and Jody and Donna share custody

Jesse: Help me figure I was a cambion, I adopted him as my parent

Patience: My father tried to supress my powers and forbide me from seeing my grandmother, grandma called Dean, Dean mediated, now I kinda of live with him, and visit my dad and grandma whenever

Emma: My mom and dad had a one night stand, I was supposed to kill him, he offered me a sandwich, mom says dad doesnt have the good sense that god gave a tulip, I didnt kill him, so I live with him

Claire: I am related to him by association, I am Cas´niece

Jack: My biological father is the devil, Cas and Dean are my parents now

Everyone: ...

Michael: Alright and you two?

Sam: What do you mean us? We are brothers. I mean, well, Dean raised me since he was four, because dad couldnt be bother

Adam: A ghoul try to kill me. Dean shot him. Then he inserted himself in my life until I couldnt remember a time where he wasnt there.

Everyone, now confused and concerned: ....

[sweefis-the-dingus]

Art dump!!

First one: Randall sphinx-human

Second: Claire sitting alone

Third: Charolette’s first steps! (I wanted to draw something wholesome)

Fourth: Hershel looking off in the distance

I still need to eventually draw Luke and Emmy with Claire. And do some layclaire stuff.

[superawesome40]

Imagine this:

It starts with Bobby John. Dean can't let the baby go, he reminds him too much of Sam, way back when Sam was this age, and Daddy was always sad (or drunk), and when Dean tried to speak the words got stuck, and he could not make a sound. He can't let the baby go, so he doesn't.

Over time, they gather more. Bobby John, Ben, Joe and Ryan, Emma, Alex, Krissy and Aiden and Josephine, Magda, Claire, Jack. They find Jesse again, 16 years old and alone and scared of himself. They find Charlie and Kevin, and even though they aren't quite their kids, they treat them with the same care.

Somewhere in between the always rising tide of children, they find the Bunker. It's perfect - dozens of rooms for everyone to spread out, to have their own space. Bobby doesn't die, but he does move to the bunker "To keep an eye on ya' idjits,”. The modifications they make to the Bunker for his wheelchair are worth it to see the pride in his eyes. Linda Tran moves in, and she and Dean have an ongoing war over who's in control of the kitchen.

Of course, things aren't perfect. Chuck is still a problem, and eventually he must be dealt with. They win, but the cost is heavy. Cas and Jack are gone, and Dean... well he's as good as gone. He never leaves his room anymore, except to get a drink. Their dysfunctional family is mourning, both for those who they've lost and for themselves. Disappearing and coming back is much more traumatic than you'd expect.

Eventually, in an attempt to cheer him up, they convince him to go on a hunt. Just a small thing, a nest of vamps. They've killed a man and mutilated his wife, as well as taken their kids, two small boys. Someone (later, no one will remember exactly who) jokes that they can take in the boys. Sam and Dean leave, looking more cheerful than they’ve been in weeks.

They get the call a few hours later. Sam tells them over the phone, barely understandable through his tears, that Dean was hurt in the fight and that the doctors aren’t sure if he’ll pull through. Using the variety of cars in the bunker, they break a handful of laws and probably the sound barrier on their way to the hospital. Bobby pulls Sam aside and he explains, in detail, what happened. They wait for hours before a doctor finally enters the waiting room, asking for the family of Dean Fletcher* (Millie Winchester’s maiden name).

Dean survives, barely. Recovery is an uphill battle, and the damage done to his spine, muscles, and nerves leave him wheelchair-bound and in near-constant pain. Eventually, he’s able to move around for short periods of time using forearm crutches and leg braces, but it’s only after a few years and a lot of physical therapy. At the very least, the Bunker needs no new changes to accommodate him, having been updated for Bobby ages ago.

A year passes. The two boys from the vamp hunt are moved into the Bunker after their mother succumbs to her injuries in the hospital, and quickly adjust and thrive in the new location. Sam and Eileen quit hunting, permanently. They move to town, only fifteen minutes away, and visit every Saturday for family dinner. When they get married, Sam Winchester becomes Sam Leahy. Jody retires, and moves her hoard to the Bunker. They’ve got the room, after all. Donna follows not too long after. Miracle is officially trained as a service animal, to help Dean with his panic attacks.

One night, Dean can’t sleep. He hauls himself into his wheelchair and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. He stops at the sight of three people sitting at the table.

The reunion is a tearful one. Dean cries from relief, and guilt, and of course the burning pain that rips through his back as a result of him temporarily forgetting he can’t stand and launching himself out of his chair. Cas also cries, sobbing apologies into Dean’s hair from where they are curled on the floor. Jack, pressed between the two of them and both overwhelmed and overstimulated, can only beg for Dean’s forgiveness. His dads wipe away his tears and press kisses to his cheeks, assuring him that he has nothing to apologize for.

The only one who doesn’t cry is Adam, sitting slightly stony faced at the table. Later, once the commotion of the reunion has died and Sam has been woken and summoned to the Bunker, the three sit down to chat.

Adam tells them that he’s not angry anymore, and begs them to explain everything to him, starting from the beginning. He is especially curious about their father, and realizes through their stories that John badly mistreated them. Dean invites Adam to stay in the Bunker, but Adam declines. He says that there’s a lot he needs to do, but hesitantly suggests that they stay in touch. Their relationship is tentative at first, but eventually he becomes a permanent fixture in the family.

Cas and Jack are filled in on what they missed. Dean pulls them each aside and apologizes privately for the things he said and did before the end. He assures Jack that he is part of the family, and always will be. He tells him he’s willing to be Jack’s dad, if that’s what Jack wants. Jack enthusiastically agrees.

He can’t quite bring himself to say “I love you” to Cas, but he says something along the lines of “maybe one day.” He also implies to Cas that John was extremely homophobic, and the combination of that and the sexual trauma he has experienced through his life (getting money for food/rent as a teen, Hell, Lydia) makes him hesitant now to form romantic relationships. Cas, understanding as always, agrees and comments on how he has improved at opening up, to which Dean replies that there wasn’t much else to do when he was trapped in bed and couldn’t escape Sam and his relentless therapy-talks.

Jack tells them as a group that he has decided there doesn’t need to be a God, and has stepped down after reforming Heaven. He says that he used his power for the last time to bring back Castile and find Adam. He confesses to his parents that the power is not gone, and likely never will be. He also says that he would like to grow up as human as possible, and promptly shrinks to the size of a toddler, much to the bewildered amusement of his parents. They discover that he no longer has his memories, and Bobby suggests that they may come back when he’s older, and that forgetting is his young mind's way of protecting itself.

As time passes, Cas and Dean open the Bunker to other hunters as a research facility and safe space to stay for a few nights. Neither of them hunt anymore, but they offer support and badly needed organization. With Charlie and Kevin’s help, they set up a system like the one Sam originally had.

When Eileen and Sam announce they are expecting, Dean is ecstatic. When they reveal the baby is a boy and that they are naming him “Dean II”, he cries for a solid hour. He’s the first, outside of Sam and Eileen, to hold the baby, who he affectionately nicknames “Junior”.

In the end, they are happy. They live together peacefully.

Would anyone be interested in reading this on ao3? I miiiight be planning to write this… also any suggestions/question/concerns are welcome! Also, if I missed any kiddos (canon only, please), feel free to tell me! I’m perfectly open to expanding their hoard.

Also, I cannot take complete credit for this story. Quite a few elements are inspired by foolondahill17’s stories, Dean Winchester’s half-way house for orphaned half-monsters (and humans), and the miracles ‘verse by the same author. Both are absolutely amazing stories, and I highly recommend.

*According to the Supernatural Wiki, Adam Glass wanted the actress Louise Fletcher to play Millie Winchester should she appear on screen.

[ussripleysrealm]

i love my kids: jack kline, ben braeden, claire novak, and....... *squints while looking at the smudged writing on my hand* jesse tuna

[comidyye]

i went on a rampage.. enjoy the fruits of my labor (srry people who followed me for spooky month prior- ill def fall back into it at the LEAST WHEN the next ep comes out)

[decaf-mother]

Wow, this character is surrounded by an aura of tragedy.

I need them carnally.

[thepunkmuppet]

every day I lament jack kline being in only the last few seasons of supernatural, because as well-written as he and his whole arc genuinely is, the rest of that portion of the show is uuuuh ASS, not to mention visually boring.

every day I imagine tiny babyface jack filmed with the grainy aesthetic, the gorgeous high-contrast lighting and dark greyish filter… shots of him in the dark with his eyes glowing like a little cryptid, him in the car at night, him appearing out of nowhere in sam and dean’s hotel rooms. him using his powers with late 2000s limited CGI, and more of the vibe of early seasons angels where their powers aren’t big and flashy and glowy but they feel more eldritch and scary…. static and exploding glass and uncanny not-quite-humannness…. OH it’s just so good

also please consider that alexander calvert was twenty years old in 2010 (season 5, aka when lucifer was first in the show) and FIFTEEN during season 1. closest picture I could find to what a 2000s seasons jack would look like is THIS

I love my son bro :(

ALSO HE FUCKING LOOKS LIKE SAM I’M GONNA KILL MYSELF WHY DIDN’T THEY GIVE HIM THIS HAIRCUT THE SAMJACK PARALLELS WOULD’VE HIT EVEN HARDER

anyways I would change absolutely nothing about jack or the way his story ended, but MAN the early seasons aesthetic….. OOOOUGHGHHH HE DESERVES IT HE’S TOO GOOD FOR THE LATER SEASONS BRO I NEED 2000’S HORROR CRYPTID JACK

[ninewheels]

Rewatching Daredevil in the lead-up to Born Again and had this thought.

[freedelusionshere]

Jess’s comment about how she surrounds herself with people better than herself outside of work is in absolute contrast to Claire, though?

And she meets up at the party at Syd’s later and seems to spend most of her time focused on and flirting with Richie. Her sticking out her tongue mirrors what he used to do with Tiff.

Tiff also still hangs out with or talks to Claire.