Dean would have been pissed off if he knew that Claire was inwardly amused by this being a 'chick flick moment', so it was a damn good thing she kept her mouth shut on that particular opinion. Instead, he just felt vindicated when she agreed with him.

"Exactly. I don't know why he doesn't see it that way." He caught her slip about Percy, but he tried to just ignore it. "So anyways. We had to keep lookin' for that road, to get further into heaven, and... we found it in a closet." That was such a weird sentence that it caused him to laugh again. "Well technically it was this... Hot Wheels car on a track in the closet. But it was mine. I mean, from when I was... really young. Just a little kid. And then... there we were. In my bedroom. At our old house in Kansas." He struggled to keep his voice as steady as possible. "And my mom was there." Dean really wasn't sure how to explain this next part without it sounding stupid as hell.

"She made me lunch. Cut off my crusts. Sam wanted to... keep moving but..." He frowned deeply. "I didn't really want to leave. I miss her. Sam... doesn't even remember her, but I do."