Hearing that... it helped. Claire's eyes wavered a little, watery and red from months of insufficient sleep- even more so than usual. So she wasn't alone... She wasn't alone. That part was harder to process and accept than the fact that Dean actually welcomed this twist in his life.
Claire let out a long breath, leaned her head back on the wall and closed her eyes, trying to center her thoughts with this new information- and all the complicated emotions that came with it. Unwittingly, she ran her thumb back and forth along the folded edge of her birthday present, like a worry stone for hunters.
"I'm tryin' really hard to process this," she confessed under her breath, almost apologetically. "I..." She huffed, and rolled her head to look at him. "Gimme a few days...okay? You got your own shit to deal with."