When he barely looked at her, Claire wasn't surprised. She waited until he'd looked her in the eye before she spoke to him. "Look, first of all, I don't need you here. I can take care of myself. Grandpa taught me how to shoot a gun." She lifted her shirt, and there was a gun sticking out of the waistband. She knew that if her father knew about that he might be upset, He knew she knew how to use weapons, but he didn't know about her knowing how to use a gun.
"Maybe I should speak to Daddy about being warded against certain angels." She said, wondering if that was possible. She wouldn't want to be unable to see Aunt Gabriel. She dropped her shirt again, and reached for her mug of coffee, taking a long sip. Maybe it was time to eat again, she could order another cheeseburger. "First of all, I'm not telling anyone where I am. If I did that then I'd have to tell them why exactly I'm not going home and I'm not ready to do that." She said. It was still hard dealing with the fact that he'd been right about Lucifer. She was having a hard time not going to yell at her uncle, ask him why he'd wanted to use Uncle Sam like that.
Folding her arms tighter, she set a Dean Winchester-esque glare on him. "You are going home, you tell Daddy you saw me and I'm fine, that's as far as this needs to go." She wondered if Dean had expressed worry too, although she knew that he'd been preoccupied with things lately, and she was also sure that once he did know he'd be very worried. She knew how hard it was to have extra versions of her dads running around for all of them.