Dean's tough guy facade melted just a little bit. "I'm sorry Claire." He hadn't known. He figured she turned hunter to hunt Cas. What was that saying about assumptions? "But I don't know anything about that. I've been here for right around three years, and..." He shook his head. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and yanked it out of the floor. Intent on keeping it. Because it was a threat to the boy that sat at the table with them, and another he felt partially responsible for. And god knew who else.
"And him has a name. It's Aruraliel. Or Rory if that's too hard." With a puff of his cheeks he nodded. "Besides that, I'm not sure I can help you deal with whatever you're trying to deal with. We all got to accept this on our own time, or you don't accept it. And you go fucking insane." It was the blunt way to put it, but there it was.