Dean couldn't believe he was going through this again. At least he didn't have to worry about having the hots for his Mom the way he had with Claire. But he was still pacing like he had with the other girl, with the same stress he'd felt then. Getting used to someone he knew.
This time it was his Mother. And he knew he would have a hard time keeping his composure. He got to the edge of the diner windows. And just watched as Mary obviously explained things to the woman she'd been named after. He watched his mother's face. Chewing at his thumb as she moved through the pictures.