Giving it a few seconds consideration, Claire answered. "A Long Island," she said with a nod, leaning against the bar. "A big one." After all, it was a free drink, might as well make it one she really liked and one she'd be able to have and still hold an actual conversation.
"As for Dean, he'll be here after work so you can do the whole protective threatening thing. I get how that's really fun for guys, all that macho posturing and stuff."
At this point, she guessed Dean would be able to call himself an expert at dealing with people drilling him to make sure he was whatever the expected him to be now, but he had taken it well so she hadn't told anyone to dial it down. In truth, despite Claire still firmly feeling that the only opinions that mattered in the end were his and hers, it was both nice to see that even with losing people, there were still more than a few here who cared enough to do it, and that none of it was scaring Dean off. Not that he was easily scared, but there was a difference between killing demons and dealing with overprotective family and friends.