And Claire thought she couldn't be any more confused. Now... now she was disorientated. First, the eyes... demon eyes. With black wings. Then the names she knew, one of them better than her own. Castiel had been inside her soul- she'd housed the angel of that name, and known the voices of Heaven before he abandoned her, then took her real father away.
And the Winchesters. Sam and Dean, rolling off this...hybrid's lips. Every synapse in Claire's brain was firing at once, screaming for it all to be a lie- she didn't want to believe him, but there was too much... too much she couldn't possibly deny. Claire's lips fell apart as if for words, but the air had been sucked out of her lungs. They closed, then opened again with the same result- her sword arm falling, as if forgotten, back to her side.
"I can't... This is..." Her eyes finally fell away from him, focused internally. Then, it clicked.
"I'm dead..." She looked at him. "Am I dead?" Then, she looked around. "Maybe not dead... Coma." Back to him. "I'm in a goddamn coma, aren't I... there's no way anyone could pull those names out of anywhere except my head."