Claire set her eyes on him and groaned. She knew this wasn't her dad, she knew it was the other Cas. Even without the words he'd uttered. Claire had just needed some air. After her dinner with Brittany, the girl had headed home to work on homework and Claire had decided she wasn't ready to go home. So she'd gone back to the 24 hour diner they'd eaten at and she'd been reading for the past few hours. As long as she kept ordering coffee they didn't care how long she hung out there.
"How the hell did you find me?" She asked, looking up from the thick Stephen King novel she was reading. She put her bookmark in and shut it, looking at him, wondering why he hadn't sat down. "Sit down, idiot, if you're going to lecture me like you're my father you might as well sit down." Claire hadn't texted anyone or called anyone back, she'd gotten several from both Cas and her grandfather, and a couple from Sam. She was doing her best to avoid them. She knew what Castiel had told her about Lucifer, and she had actually watched the show to see if he was telling the truth. It had dismayed her to find out he had been.
A pause, and she kept looking at him, waiting for him to sit down. folding her arms, much as Dean might have done. "I'm not telling you a fucking thing, I don't care how much you stand there and lecture me. You think I haven't gotten one before? Dad and Daddy are both masters at it." She surprisingly hadn't had to endure one from John just yet, but she supposed that was because she was the grandchild and not the kid. Maybe he was doing his best to just curry favor. Claire was planning on asking Lucifer about all of what she'd learned, but she wanted time to adjust to it. Let it mull around in her brain.