[Wait. Dean's expression pinches and his head kicks back slightly in a mixture of confusion and disbelief. Then he shakes his head, holds up a finger to pause any further thoughts and takes a breath.]

"Really cares about" me and "Let him down easy"? What? I'm not--[Dean's voice drops to a frantic whisper.]--I'm not dating this guy, right? Right? That's gonna be awkward as Hell if I'm supposed to be dating this guy.

[Wording, Claire. Good God, girl. Wording!

He was almost too flustered to realise the car had stopped, but her quip helped bring him down a bit.]

Oh, haha. Smartass. [He unbuckled and opened the door, instantly reminded that it was cold as Hell outside. He shut the car door and held the diner door open for Claire.]