Dean took a sip of his beer, and let his gaze slide around the room until it came to rest on a blonde woman. There was something familiar about her back but he couldn't put his finger on it. He did notice that her beer was getting low and always the gentleman, he went to offer his extra bottle. It wasn't until he got close enough to see her profile that Dean halted in his tracks. Was this an illusion to trick him? Was he finally cracking?

"Mom?"