This is going to be a very...very complicated ordeal. Dean drags a hand over his face and breathes out a sigh, wrist settled on the wheel as they creep through the drive through, finally reaching the mic.

"Yeah, I need two Bic Mac meals, extra large, regular coke for me and, uh." Christ, what would she like?

"...tea for the other one. Thanks." Tea is safe. Right? God he hopes so. He doesn't want anyone spitting something they don't like all over his baby.