Dean soon pulled up in his own car, not long after she did. He got out of the car, glad that she had food. Food helped, even if he didn't get to eat it. He moved quickly to join Dinah on the sidewalk.
"Hey, babe." His hand was out for hers, even if it was for only a moment. It meant he could pull her close and kiss her. There was something about having her close he liked; she was reassuring, comforting, good.
"I'll tell you when we get upstairs." Before she could ask him what was going on, he answered.