"I know you do," Mary said softly. "I do too, but Dean had Sam and Ruby with him, and, as upset as he may have been, he's not stupid. He'll be home safe and sound before you know it."
As if on cue, Mary heard the familiar rumble of the Impala turning down the street. She watched eagerly as the car came and pulled into the driveway.
His drunken antics of the night before were weighing heavily on Dean, and he felt like hell. His head was pounding, and the beginnings of a hangover were quickly starting. The guilt, though, was the worst thing. He felt bad for all but running out on Claire the night before, bad for not spending time with Ben, bad for all of it. Truth be told he felt kind of like an ass. He knew he needed to apologize, but he couldn't even think of the words to say with his head ringing like that.
He looked out of the windshield before shutting the engine off. His mom was there, giving him a look that he couldn't quite read, and so was Claire, bundled up in a blanket. Letting out a soft sigh, Dean climbed out of the car.