Pull Me Up (a destiel au fanfic)

chapter 24

A/N:

Ok I'm just gonna throw this out here so no one is confused. I really enjoyed writing in Claire's diary/POV type thing, so I'm gonna incorporate it more into the story, along with Dean's point of view, so it'll be his then hers, or vice versa. It'll all make sense soon ;)

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The days following Claire and David's arrivals home were exciting and nerve wracking all at the same time. They were both happy most of the time, but there was something slightly off about Claire still. I'd hoped it would fade away as she got used to being home, but if anything it just got worse. She still had doctor mandated therapy sessions, but this time she was allowed to just see Cas once a week instead of the other therapists. It was hard seeing them go into her room together and not being able to hear a single thing about it ever. 

David had therapy sessions with Castiel, too, always at the bunker so they never had to leave the comfort of their own home. After every appointment, David always seemed the smallest bit happier, as if there wasn't as much weight on his shoulders, and Cas seemed the opposite. Ever since he started talking to them he was more weighed down, unable to express his thoughts and feelings due to his oath of confidentiality. It bothered me as well, seeing as there was usually nothing I could do to help him, barely able to even take his mind off of it.

Claire's relationship with David was both endearing to watch and a little unnerving. He was a nice guy, one of the most charming people I'd ever met; he was funny, sweet and never looked at Claire with anything short of admiration. But I was worried for them both. I was worried that instead of keeping each other sober and clean that they would tear each other down to the point that made them unable to contain themselves from shooting up or taking opiates. That part was terrifying, too, because if they messed around with both opiates and heroin at the same time, the consequences could be worse than I'd ever imagined. So every day I would hope for them to keep each other happy and safe, never bringing an ounce of harm on the other. 

At that moment, I didn't have anything to worry about because they seemed like they were walking on air they were so happy with their relationship. Of course, being the overprotective brother that I am, there was always a terrifying, blooming cloud of thought looming over my head, threatening to spill at any moment and behind it there were two words I wouldn't dare to utter: statutory and pregnant. 

I knew, obviously, that I didn't have too much to worry about with David being over eighteen and Claire being under age, but that didn't stop me from doing it. It was almost impossible when Charlie was constantly poking at me, asking me questions about if I've ever caught them messing around in Claire's room or if I heard them late at night. I blew her off every time because I never had heard anything, and now I was always petrified that I would. They were good, I had to admit, about not displaying too much physical affection in front of the other three of us, but every once in a while they would slip up and we would catch them kissing quickly or cuddling or holding hands. It wasn't anything harmful, that it seemed like at least, so I figured we'd let it run its course, and if David decided to stick around then we'd welcome him. 

I wasn't the type of person who would drag his ass to court if I found out they were having sex, though, and after that first night when I let them sleep in the same room together, it was obvious Claire understood that. I appreciated her, though, because I think she made an effort to keep their private, more intimate moments actually private. I honestly had no clue whether or not they were sleeping together for real yet, but I respected her decision and trusted her if they were. 

What I didn't trust, though, was "protection" and as that second word poked and prodded at the cloud above me to start a hailstorm, I had to take deep breaths to keep it from pouring down. Pregnancy.