Hybrid ¤ON HOLD¤

{4} Moving Day

“Move in with us.”

Claire’s reaction was quite unexpected. She burst out laughing. The others just stood there looking at her until Gryphon sighed, exasperated.

“Claire, they were serious.” Gryphon pinched the bridge of his nose and stared at her until she sobered up.

“Wait, really? You weren’t joking?” Her eyes widened in surprise and even a bit of fear.

Sam shook his head, but Dean nodded eagerly, hoping to brush of the insane suggestion as sarcasm.

The younger Winchester glared at his brother. “No, I wasn’t. We have plenty of extra rooms in the bunker; plus if we are working together it would be the most convenient option,” Sam explained. Dean was still glowering at him and slowly moving his head back and forth in a clear signal of ‘Nope, no way, not going to happen.’

Claire turned her back to the brothers in order to face Gryphon and Dean angled his body away from them to discuss with Sam. Both pairs had a quick mental debate. Claire was in the middle of gesturing at Dean in a not too kid-friendly way when Gryphon looked abruptly away from her and to the brothers.

“Thank you very much, and we accept your offer,” he said politely.

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Okay, wait a minute. I love Gryphon, I really do, but has he gone senile!? Me talking to the Winchesters was dangerous. Living with them? Nuclear.

“Sounds good,” Sam said. “We’ll have to get our stuff. You don’t have to worry about Crowley finding you at the bunker. It’s virtually untraceable.”

Wrong, I’ve been swiping food from there unnoticed for almost a month. I opted not to say that out loud. I had a feeling it wouldn’t help with the whole ‘Trust Issue’ thing we had going.

            “Sammy,” Dean hissed through his teeth,” are you sure this is a good idea?”

            This was going to be hard. A real tough blow. I wondered if I would ever fully recover. “I agree with Dean.”

            Wow, that was more difficult than I expected. I had to lean against the desk to catch my breath. Were those black spots in my vision? Was the room getting smaller? Is my heart rate slowing down?

            Sam was staring at me, his mouth and eyebrows pinched in concern, though I was getting the feeling it was concern for my mental stability and not the impending death looming over my head. Gryphon rolled his eyes so hard that there was a statistically probable chance they would get stuck forever in the back of his head. He muttered something about ‘over-dramatic’ and ‘why me?’ Castiel, who had been silent through-out this all, looked over at me and then back at the bookshelf, seeming really not ready to handle my mid-mid-mid-life crisis.