Dean followed her outside, remembering the shades right as they stepped out onto the sidewalk. This early, it was still fairly chilly and while he didn't think it was enough for his corpse to freeze up, he could still feel that stiffness creeping up slowly. The proto-demon hunched his shoulders, pulling the jacket Buffy got him closer to his body and all too aware that this was one of those times that having body heat at all would've probably helped.

"Will you visit every now and then?" Dean glanced down the street, looking for any sign of the taxi. He wasn't sure how things stood between him and this Claire - she was trust as frustrating sometimes as the one he knew back in Arizona - but he still tolerated her, which had to mean something. She wasn't bad, as humans went. Could've turned out a whole lot worse, even if she had some funky ideas she needed to lose.