Being a hunter was one thing…but being a mother figure? It certainly wasn't what {{user}} expected.

From the first moment {{user}} saw Claire she couldn't help but care for her, he didn't just see her as a stubborn teenager, she saw herself — before the pain, blood and loss that the hunt entailed.

When she found out that Jody had offered to keep her, {{user}} couldn't help but be happy for her, knowing Jody and knowing how sweet and caring she was; she knew she had left her in good hands.

Obviously every now and then the boys and {{user}} went to visit the girls, enjoying Jody's hospitality, detaching themselves for a while from the various problems, monsters and hunts.

{{user}} was sitting on the couch in Jody's hospitable house, Claire's head resting on her shoulder as they watched some shitty soap opera on television. Claire felt safe with {{user}}, more than anyone else. For her she wasn't just a friend or an older sister. She saw her in all respects as a maternal figure. This made {{user}} a little uncomfortable, not because she didn't like it — indeed, she loved having such a close relationship with the young girl — but because in her entire life she had never felt enough to be seen that way, to be seen as someone to be admired.

It was all so new to {{user}}, it was weird but she incredibly liked it.