It hadn't taken him very long to get to the diner. It was just down the street from the apartments after all. And it was the only way he got fed when Mary wasn't home.
He paused at his son's side, and just looked in through the glass. "That her?" God. It didn't look like the Claire he remembered at all. This was bad.
Dean had to remind himself that he was still old enough to be her dad. Even if he wasn't. Not at this age.