Log - BNW - First Day - Excheerleader

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What: Dean's first day on Company grounds
Who: Proto-demon Dean (roads_end ) and Claire Bennet (excheerleader )
Verse: BNW

There wasn't anything to pack.

That was really one of the bonuses of leaving Arizona - the only thing he'd really want to take, that he'd kill for - were those photos of home, the ones that showed his progress. Bringing them to New York would've been a

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Truth be told, Claire was a little upset that Dean was leaving. Sure, he was a demon and he had the face of the man she had some residual feelings for, but he was also one of her friends. And in a lot of ways, she thought of him as someone she needed to take care of, someone that needed her help. He was almost as much of a pet as Waffles was, on some occasions, even if Dean was more likely to bite than cuddle her. She didn't necessarily want him to leave, he had been around for so long now, that he was just a part of her every day life. It was habit to seek him out after a long day and just sit and snark or talk with him. And now, she wasn't going to be able to have that

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Dean turned, not bothering to turn off the TV.

"Yeah. I mean, it'll make Sam more comfortable, so yeah. I'm ready." Dean's lip curled as the dog came too close to him, pulling away slightly. "Don't tell me you're bringing that thing."

Dean wasn't sure why it wasn't biting him and even if it did, it wasn't gonna do much damage - he reached out and nudged it further away, figuring it would get the point. And then the little bastard has to come right back and Dean gave up, figuring it was two minutes being close to the mutt and that was it. The proto-demon focused on Claire, black eyes unblinking.

"You look beat," Dean said, except it was more of a question than a statement. Half the time he didn't understand how her ability worked; if he didn't feel impressed by the fast healing, he probably would've been creeped out.

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She watched the interaction between her dog and Dean, and really couldn't help but laugh. Waffles was surprisingly cool with what Dean was, and it amused her at how uncomfortable a little animal could make the demon act. She looked up at him as he mentioned her looking tired, and she gave a little nod as she rubbed her eyes once again.

"It's just early, nothing I can't handle. It takes me a little bit of time every morning to wake up. Because I? Am so not a morning person." She pushed herself to stand, and made her way into the kitchen so she could find a soda and other sugary items that would help wake her up.

"We'll leave here in a few minutes, okay?"

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"Sure," Dean didn't move to follow her. He was gonna stay on the couch but after glancing at the mutt next to him, got up and headed to wait by the door. Dean didn't see what she saw in that thing. Personally, Dean had a kneejerk reaction to anything that looked like a dog and if Claire hadn't owned this one, he probably would've reduced it to a red paste on the floor just 'cause he could. It wasn't exactly the same as finding those two hellhounds that mauled him, but hey, it'd make him feel marginally better.