She breathed in nothing but water and panicked, clawing at the arm wrapped around her.
Her headache had been gone most of the morning for the first time in months, until the monster in her head started clawing at her mind.
Dean leaped on Shipton, clawing away at the soft snow, pummeling him like an eighth grade schoolyard brawler while Shipton, still clutching his ice ax in one hand, swung at Dean, catching him on the cheek and face with the side of the solid handle.
Toby whispered, clawing at the tree as the demon shook out his wings.
He shot out of the chair, clawing egg from his face as he lunged toward her.
The man in the corner of her mind stopped clawing at the edges of her thoughts and chose that moment to speak to her.