to be human

“Okay,” Claire says. “Headset, headset, I need a headset now!”Dean chews on half a piece of jerky like it’s nothing, like he has no stake in whether she finds the goddamn headset or not.Claire walks right up to him and tears the jerky out of his mouth. “I know you know where they are,” she says, the jerky crumbling into bits that rain down on the Bunker floor. Claire has had a very long day—a very long weekend, in fact, which is ending with the wildest plan to solve a case that she has ever had the pleasure of concocting.“Jack’s got all the electronics,” Dean huffs.“I know you’ve got a headset around here somewhere, Winchester. I’ve seen you on your Walkman!”Jack’s voice floats to them from the cracked door to his room. “Um, Claire? The bitrate’s changed again.”Claire yanks the container of beef jerky off of the table. “Damnit, Dean Winchester! Come help your son become a video game streamer on the internet, or so help me God we’re not going to save this ghost!”