Claire Novak

  He snorted. Of course he was. If he wasn’t, he would probably still be hunted down for Castiel’s adventures as a ruthless God. It was better that the rest of the world thought Jimmy Novak was dead. Climbing into the passenger seat, he rested his elbow on the side door and quirked his brows at his daughter. “What do you think I should change it to? Is Jack Daniels too pretentious?” he joked.

Claire fought back a laugh, trying to maintain a look of displeasure at her father’s joke but did let out a smile. “Yes, it’s too pretentious, daddy. Try too avoid pretentiousness and generic names. You wanna know some of my fake names?” she asked, pulling the car out to the street to the diner. 

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Hope paused, looking up at the hunter with wide eyes “Anti-Christ? Is that real? Wait, better question: have you done anything to piss it off?” Hope wasn’t religious and neither was her family, but she had read enough from the Bible and various literature referencing both Christ and his opposing to know that neither of which she was willing to go up against. “If it has any reason to come after you tell me now.” 

“Well.. ‘Anti-Christ’,” she stated using her fingers to simulate the quotations. “That’s the title apparently used to describe children born of a demon and human. And he’s not the problem and definitely not coming after me, he’s a friend, actually. I probably need to go find him after this to make sure he’s okay.” 

“I can think of a couple others, but I do think that for the most par that seems to be an accurate assumption in regards to other hunters.” She stood up, grabbing her small bag of weapons, even if they would all be useless against an angel. “Lead the way.”

   “They did. We should make our way back there someday.” He knew it would only be a matter of time before he finally wanted to see what had happened to home. “Ready.” Stepping out, Jimmy stuck his hands in his pockets and waited for Claire before walking to the car. He almost asked to drive, but– “I wonder if I should take driving lessons again.”

Claire didn’t think her opinion mattered much on this topic, given the fact she earned her learners just a bit before this round of hellish existence started. She had a license sure, but it wasn’t her name. However despite that, of the young hunters she’s met, she’s probably one of the safer drivers... that hardly said much though. “Maybe but you’ll probably... need to do it under a different name. You’re kinda legally dead.” 

“I need all the experience I can get… Plus I don’t think I could let someone hunt on their own. Especially angels.” Jess smiled at Claire. She had gotten her fighting skills up to par, it had been her first priority.  That allowed her to be fairly confident in thinking that she wouldn’t just be in the way if she went to help.”

“Great, lucky me. I get the one hunter with a conscious.”  Most hunters had a ‘me, myself, and i’ mentality and Claire could understand why. She simply exhaled and twirled her angel blade a few times before refocusing. “We need to set up the trap now.”

“No more awkward than if you bleed out and I have to explain to my boss why a dead girl is in the break room.” Hope shrugged, unphased by the situation. Modesty wasn’t very big in her family and after triggering her werewolf gene the sight of gore became all to common. She surveyed the woman’s wound, before asking: “What the hell even happened tonight? You said you were hexed, but witches normally don’t attack physically if they are planning on casting a hex. It’s pointless to injure a person you are about to doom.” 

“True,” Claire had to agree with a small laugh, wincing at the ache in her lungs as she moved. Wiping the back of her hand along her forehead to wipe the sweat, she gave a loud groan. “Well, it was basically a whole... damn mess. There were witches and an angry supposed anti-Christ who lost his temper and is now gone sulking somewhere... and bad luck all around,” she tried to explain with a grimace.

    Her grin only caused his to grow. In their short time together, it was one of - if not was - the first he had seen. Ducking his head and finishing his laces, he stood and nodded. “I do. They were perfectly crunchy and made your mom not want to kiss me after,” he laughed.

Claire found herself giggling, an actual incredibly embarrassing childish giggle, and shook her head. “I know the onion rings made your breath stink but they always taste so good.” She crossed the small area to the door as she stood by the frame. “You ready?”