Rather than taken the chair, Nathan knelt in front of hers, taking her hands in his. He didn't doubt she was strong – he knew both his daughters were strong, stronger people than he was by far – but there was a difference between dealing with hard times and being told a man who'd been alive earlier today, her dad, was for all intents and purposes, dead.
"Ben- your dad," the adjustment was made quickly, "was with Dean Winchester about an hour ago," he said, then cleared his throat. "Just talking. It was nothing that would have provoked what happened, but he just vanished. Peter's checked every way he knows how to see if he's still in the city and blocked from finding him."
Gaze unwaveringly on her, Nathan's voice was pitched low as he continued. "Claire, I'm sorry. They sent him back."