John? God, this was turning into a bigger fiasco by the minute, wasn't it? Recognizing the point where Dean was inebriated enough to well and truly talk, Claire reached over and took the empty glass, pushing the bowl of chips into his hand instead. She wouldn't let him get any drunker, as that wasn't the point, to be drunk all night. A part of her always did feel a bit bad when she used best friend knowledge to get him to do something for his own good, like open up easier – as usually, she'd just do the verbal equivalent of pulling teeth till he talked when sober – but he'd stuff her in a closet in the pursuit of being her best friend, so at least he was getting alcohol out of this.
And he'd brought up Ruby. She knew it was only a matter of time, given everything he needed to get out during this, but there was guilt there in hearing Ruby's name, that she hadn't told him about her own visit or the fact she was weighing the choices. She didn't like not telling Dean – he was one of the first people she would have told otherwise – but she knew if she spoke, if she told anyone, then her one advantage, if she needed it, was gone. She didn't think, even now, that anyone would think Uriel would visit here, as she certainly wouldn't have thought it. But despite all of that, it was nearly on the tip of her alcohol-loosened tongue to tell Dean everything.
Remember what Uriel said. Even if it was mostly lies, there'd been enough truth there to make Claire afraid, to force her to actually think about doing this.
"So John's doing it, because he trusts Ruby?" That didn't seem right at all.