Favorite Supernatural Episodes [5/10]
  └ ”The Rapture”

gallifreyangel:

andromedaarno:

The Rapture (4x20) - Jimmy and Claire Novak

Father and daughter. Hello and goodbye.

I was sobbing while making this gif set, okay.

GOD THE FUCKING LOOK ON MISHA’S FACE WHEN HE IS DOING JIMMY SAYING “HI, BABY.” UGH

NOPE. NOPE NOPE. I’M DONE. I CAN’T. SOBBING.

Disasterology - Claire [x]

olanihoatholcastiel:

For the love of a daughter.

Details Here

I have a family

amorremanet:

it is not holy water if it doesn’t burn going down

“Staircase,” Andrea Gibson.

#Claire aches for the fire of divine wrath channeling to the tips of her fingers once more #She misses the way her insides felt like melting from the strength of Castiel’s conviction #Combust from the power of his love #She misses the comfort and warmth #And she says to herself #’I am the sun’ #Over and over and over #In the hopes of regaining all that she’s lost #But all it does is make her feel more empty and colder than before

30 days of supernatural women | claire novak

(day 14) character who deserves their own spin-off

nonisland:

crowleyshouseplant:

siterlas:

fragmentsshoredagainstmyruin:

likeastairmaster:

Claire Novak, Supernatural.

not one girl I think
      who looks on the light of the sun
           will ever
           have wisdom
           like this

-Sappho, 56 (trans. Anne Carson)

#Amelia convinced Claire to try and see a therapist once #Claire spent ten sessions staring down a man with thick-rimmed glasses and a sweater-vest without saying a single word #When he asked her to try and keep a journal #or a dream diary #or anything #she brought him back a notebook that said #’i AM the sun’ over and over and over again #on every line of every page #I am the sun #I am the sun #I AM the sun

“I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘It hurts to become.’” - Andrea Gibson

#amelia writes different things in her journal #scribbles them out later so that she can’t see them #till the pages are scratched up with black ink until her fingertips are stained no matter how hard she rubs them with soap #she hates the way claire makes her feel so small when she’s serving her a breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast

liminalzone:

#Therapy doesn’t go well #it gets awkward when the doctor realizes that when Claire says she was on fire once #that she misses it #that she wants to be on fire again because everything is so cold now #she’s not exaggerating and it’s not a metaphor. #Once upon a time it felt like her blood was burning #and her doctors don’t know how to handle that

and from his hollow eyes rose worlds
like oceans, like the heat
at the core of the earth. was it,
I wondered, like this -- 
like a last trick 
of the light -- 
he wished to be remembered?

jebiwonkenobi:

148km:

nicolegendary:

 #jimmy is never going home

Emmanuel travels to Florida to cure a woman’s cancer, and he becomes aware that he’s being followed. He’s been followed before, but usually not by a teenager, so he hangs around and wanders from shop to shop, waiting for her to say something. Finally, after a couple of hours, he sits down on the patio of a restaurant and orders food, even though he doesn’t really eat, and after a few minutes she sits down across from him. She’s shinier than other people, and not just because she’s blonde and she sits in the chair that isn’t shielded by the table’s umbrella. She’s got a soul-shine, but she’s also got a deep heartache - the kind that comes from losing someone. The kind Emmanuel can’t fix. 

He has no way of knowing that her mother moved her here to try and get her closer to the sun, because she couldn’t stand the longing in her daughter’s eyes. He has no way of knowing what it is that she hopes with all her heart to find in his face. He’s not good at pop culture references or sarcasm, but he does know when to keep his mouth shut, and so he waits patiently while she watches him. 

“Who are you?” she asks finally. 

“Emmanuel.”

“Is that like a different angel?” she asks. 

“I don’t know. I got it from bouncingbabynames.com. I found myself deprived of all my memories recently. Have we met?”

“No,” she says, a little too quickly. 

She gets quiet again, and for a while he lets her, but she begins to grow agitated and finally he says, “I can’t bring them back.”

“What?”

“Whoever it is that you’ve lost. I can heal wounds of many shapes and sizes, but I can’t bring back the people who’ve been lost to us. I’m sorry.”

“He wasn’t lost, he was…” She swallows and turns away. 

“You’re angry.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” she snaps as she shoots to her feet, but she doesn’t leave. 

“Please, if I can help-“

“Can you -” her heartache is temporarily overshadowed by shame. 

“Anything I can do,” he presses gently. 

“Can you just hug me?” 

She looks embarrassed enough already so he doesn’t bother saying yes, he just gets to his feet and steps forward, opening his arms, and she dives into the them, buries her face in his shirt and squeezes him like he’s the only thing tethering her to the ground. He rests his chin on her head and they stand there quietly for a little while, as she listens to his heartbeat and he listens to her soul. Finally, she pulls away and he lets his arms drop to his sides. 

“I’m Claire. Claire Novak.” She holds out her hand and he shakes it. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Claire Novak.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.”

Awesome Minor Characters → Claire Novak