The love in his eyes, for the young woman he bent down to kiss her cheek, was obvious. "Hey, babygirl." He wasn't sure what he called her in her time, but he liked that one.
Dean had to blink away a few of his own tears. His voice a little hoarse as he whispered. "Hi Mom." He'd seen her a few times, by now, but his reaction wasn't much different. He never got over missing his mother.