[ Hands on her hips, bright blue eyes glaring Dean down with righteous fury. It's funny, perhaps - if he had more context, perhaps he'd recognize just how similar she looks to Jimmy Novak like this, and therefore to Cas. How the shade of blue in her eyes isn't so different at all. But Dean's out of context, and Claire shifts to cross her arms. And then she thinks better again, stalks the remaining steps forwards and pokes her index finger into his chest, nostrils flaring. Like she can't quite decide what to do with her body to express whatever emotion is swirling in her eyes.
She has to block out the wings, because that's not a thing she's gotten into with him yet and frankly, they have to take a backseat. Not important right now.
Instead, accusatory: ]
It looks like you just recently got out of bedrest after you almost died.
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She has to block out the wings, because that's not a thing she's gotten into with him yet and frankly, they have to take a backseat. Not important right now.
Instead, accusatory: ]
It looks like you just recently got out of bedrest after you almost died.