Dean frowned. "It's easier to identify me," or pieces of him, he guessed, "if you've got it like a mugshot," he pointed out.

But he gave a smile anyway. It wasn't a real big one, but she was still Claire. For a human she wasn't that bad and it wasn't like she was asking for anything like the skin off his back; just one small muscle movement and that was it. The camera's red light in the corner blinked and then it flashed in his face, Dean dropping the smile now that she'd got what she wanted.