Title: a silence in Heaven
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: implied Jesse Turner/Claire Novak
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt: Claire Novak & Jesse Turner, Ghost Story
Sometimes, if it's been a long week and nothing's gone right and every time she closes her eyes, she sees blood and hears screams and feels people dying beneath her hands, she'll call up Jesse.
She'll think his name and he'll be there instantly, pressing a kiss to her brow and placing his palm against her face, and he'll say, "Tell me."
He can never stay for long, too many obligations, important things only he can do. Since the Winchesters finally died for good, he's the most powerful being, and he needs to do many things. The world might stop turning if he pauses for longer than a few minutes.
But her worst nightmare, the one that has her waking with sobs, the one that has her screaming his name in fear and pain, is when she's standing on Heaven's golden street, just inside the pearly gates, and no one is there. It is utterly silent.
There is blood on the cobblestones. Feathers scattered on the ground.
She wakes sobbing and shrieking, and Jesse is there, wrapped around her, murmuring, "I'm here, I'm here, Claire, I'm here."
He stays almost ten minutes, but then he has to go, and she wants her daddy so much it's a physical ache in her chest.
But that's one thing she'll never ask Jesse for, because what's dead should stay dead.
The Winchesters taught her that.