Meg opened the door of her motel room and pushed Claire inside. They had introduced their selves to one another while shopping for hair products.
“Sit down” Claire ordered and Meg raised her eyebrows. “I can’t dye your hair while you’re standing”
“You know how to do it, then?” Meg asked careful. She wasn’t vain, but she didn’t want to look like an idiot either.
“Please, I’ve done it a thousand times” Claire insured Meg. “You can trust me”
Meg reluctantly sat down on a chair and Claire unpacked the hair dye shampoo. She prepared the shampoo and then went standing behind Meg. As she put the shampoo on Meg’s hair she started talking.
“So, tell me, why do wewe need my father?” she asked.
“He has something that belongs to me” Meg replied, before realizing how possessive that sounded. “I mean…he has something that’s important to me and I would like to have it back. And so do Sam and Dean”
Claire looked down, then up again. “I know how wewe feel. I Lost my dad two times” she said. “What is it that wewe want back?”
“If wewe don’t mind I’d rather discuss that with your father” Meg responded.
“I heard Dean mention a name. Cas au something? Something about him being stuck in there?” Claire summed up.
Meg turned around. “Why do wewe ask all these maswali when wewe clearly already have the answers? Didn’t your mother teach wewe eavesdropping is very rude?”
“I can find my dad” Claire said, avoiding Meg’s commentary. “I’ll call him and tell him that you’re keeping me hostage and that he has to surrender himself to you” She conjured her phone and dialed a number. Meg walked towards her, took her phone and smashed it on the floor.
“What are wewe doing?” Claire frowned.
Meg grabbed her wrists and pulled her to the chair, where she pushed her down. She walked to the cupboard and found some quick-release straps. Claire, too shocked to act, stayed put. Meg walked back to her and tied Claire’s hands on her back, then walked back in front of her.
“Or I can really keep wewe hostage” she smiled, before covering Claire’s mouth with tape.
“Sit down” Claire ordered and Meg raised her eyebrows. “I can’t dye your hair while you’re standing”
“You know how to do it, then?” Meg asked careful. She wasn’t vain, but she didn’t want to look like an idiot either.
“Please, I’ve done it a thousand times” Claire insured Meg. “You can trust me”
Meg reluctantly sat down on a chair and Claire unpacked the hair dye shampoo. She prepared the shampoo and then went standing behind Meg. As she put the shampoo on Meg’s hair she started talking.
“So, tell me, why do wewe need my father?” she asked.
“He has something that belongs to me” Meg replied, before realizing how possessive that sounded. “I mean…he has something that’s important to me and I would like to have it back. And so do Sam and Dean”
Claire looked down, then up again. “I know how wewe feel. I Lost my dad two times” she said. “What is it that wewe want back?”
“If wewe don’t mind I’d rather discuss that with your father” Meg responded.
“I heard Dean mention a name. Cas au something? Something about him being stuck in there?” Claire summed up.
Meg turned around. “Why do wewe ask all these maswali when wewe clearly already have the answers? Didn’t your mother teach wewe eavesdropping is very rude?”
“I can find my dad” Claire said, avoiding Meg’s commentary. “I’ll call him and tell him that you’re keeping me hostage and that he has to surrender himself to you” She conjured her phone and dialed a number. Meg walked towards her, took her phone and smashed it on the floor.
“What are wewe doing?” Claire frowned.
Meg grabbed her wrists and pulled her to the chair, where she pushed her down. She walked to the cupboard and found some quick-release straps. Claire, too shocked to act, stayed put. Meg walked back to her and tied Claire’s hands on her back, then walked back in front of her.
“Or I can really keep wewe hostage” she smiled, before covering Claire’s mouth with tape.
