"Not bad for a dead girl?" was her quick reply with a brow quirking upward, one she immediately regretted once the words were out and her lips pressed into a tight line. Honestly she wasn't even sure any of this was real and not just some elaborate and very long lucid dream, nightmare.
She recovered quick though and stepped aside to let Dean in. "Yeah, that works." It was probably for the best really. As intriguing as the idea of meeting Mary Winchester was, another day was probably a better idea for it.
"On the coffee table?" she suggested as they walked into the apartment. The dining table felt too formal. "Thanks - for bringing food."