( The model home did not do Dean any good. He pissed off Quentin, avoided Cas, and generally lorded over everyone with his ghost knowledge. His knowledge proved to be pointless. It's one thing to say you're an expert on the supernatural, it's another to be contradicted.
She calls back, so Dean opens the door, fingers wrapped around a mug of piping hot coffee. )
Morning.
( Even the way Claire lounges reminds Dean of himself. If Dean is in his bedroom, he's rarely just laying, head against the headboard. It's laying across the bed, or upside down, or on his stomach. Every day, he recognizes something else of Claire inside himself. )
Coffee's on.
( Obviously. He brought it. He comes closer, holding the mug out. )
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She calls back, so Dean opens the door, fingers wrapped around a mug of piping hot coffee. )
Morning.
( Even the way Claire lounges reminds Dean of himself. If Dean is in his bedroom, he's rarely just laying, head against the headboard. It's laying across the bed, or upside down, or on his stomach. Every day, he recognizes something else of Claire inside himself. )
Coffee's on.
( Obviously. He brought it. He comes closer, holding the mug out. )
You hungry?