"Yes. After I clocked them with my elbow." But it was a lot. Dean being like this, going from one subject to the next in a matter of seconds, almost like he was afraid he'd say the wrong damn thing, like you know, that she'd died again, all the while she was wrapped up in one of the tightest hugs she'd ever gotten from him. "I'm here," she repeated again, quieter this time. "I'm okay." But things decidedly were Not Fine; she'd only just begun to figure out how to mother two grown Hunters, and a soulless son? She had no idea what to do there. Sam. Jack. She'd opened her mouth to say those names, but rejected the idea. Not now. It wasn't the right time time.
Okay. Mary drew in a deep breath, and looked her son in the eyes. "The diner sounds great."