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"Dude," Dean said, his jaw nearly touching his knees, "That's the weirdest fucking thing I've ever seen, and I have seen some weird-ass shit."
The woman grinned, snapping her neck back into place and idly waiting for her fingers to re-grow. "The nail polish stays on, that's classy," Sam noted from his seat, spinning Ruby's knife around his fingers.
Dean sent him a despairing glance. "Nail polish, Sam? Really? Her hand just re-grew like it was fuckin' Chia Pet, and you notice the nail polish? You are so gay you can taste it."
"Ew, dude. Easy on the graphics."
Claire's mouth quirked, her eyes darting from one man to the other. "I'm Claire. Claire Bennett. Now, which one you upstanding gentlemen is buying me a beer?"
Sam fumbled with his wallet as Dean motioned for the bartender; the older Winchester took the barstool beside Claire and leaned in. "Sam's paying, but the beer's from me," he told her with a light wink. She laughed.
"So what else can you do?"
"You mean besides re-grow limbs and snap bones back together?"
"…Yeah. Besides that."
"I'm a damn good cheerleader."
Dean shifted. "So, just to sum up what we've learned here, you're hot, indestructible, kick ass and save the world for a living, and to top it off, you like to prance around and do gymnastics in a tiny skirt?"
Claire considered for a moment. "Well, only if there's pom-poms. Otherwise I do it in jeans." She grinned, taking a long swig of beer. "What's your story?"
Dean thought about it. "Well," he said after a pause, "Sam here is possibly the Anti-Christ and I'm on a mission for God, which…technically…makes me an angel."
Claire took another sip. "Cool," she said.