With eyebrows arched high over large blue eyes- the same color as Rory's- Claire twitched a nod at the angel/demon bastard. Not that she had anything particularly against him, save for having the bad misfortune to be the first one to stumble across her. And negate almost everything she knew to be true- simply by existing.
Dean was the only thing here she understood as real so far, and here he was... almost her goddamn age. And from what she could tell, Rory's age, too. Saying he'd been raised by the Winchester brothers made no fucking sense. That's why she was calling it into question.
"Maybe you can tell me what the hell is going on here in a way that doesn't make me think I took a header down a really long set of stairs... but forgive me if I'm skeptical."