"It never is." Dean comments soberly to Taylor, a fair amount of sympathy and empathy in his tone. He could entirely understand the want to see her mom, as he'd previously said, but he'd also had a worse than bad run of luck with it. The only time he'd seen her that had gone any kind of well, and she'd been saving their life from a poltergeist as a ghost. And even then it was brief and he'd been able to say nothing to her except her name and she'd apologised (and although he had a good idea for what now, he'd had no clue at the time). So still not really what he wanted. Other than that, it was Djinn poison, time travel, and fucking heaven when she'd told him all the things about himself that he'd suspected was true. He still wasn't 100 percent sure if that had all been Zachariah, either. So yeah. Never quite what he wanted or expected.

He's actually proud of the amount of empathy being shown by Zack right now, reaching over and giving the hair a ruffle with a small but encouraging smile. Doing good, kiddo.

Dean's just going to take this opportunity to grab some more coffee, taking his not finished but definitely done with plate. Top it up with a little scotch from his flask while no-one's over his shoulder because this morning definitely took a turn for the dour. "Probably a stupid question, but you want me to bring the pot through?"