He snorted. Of course he was. If he wasnât, he would probably still be hunted down for Castielâs adventures as a ruthless God. It was better that the rest of the world thought Jimmy Novak was dead. Climbing into the passenger seat, he rested his elbow on the side door and quirked his brows at his daughter. âWhat do you think I should change it to? Is Jack Daniels too pretentious?â he joked.
Claire fought back a laugh, trying to maintain a look of displeasure at her fatherâs joke but did let out a smile. âYes, itâs too pretentious, daddy. Try too avoid pretentiousness and generic names. You wanna know some of my fake names?â she asked, pulling the car out to the street to the diner.Â









