"Some of that's going to be easier than others." He did love his sweet things. Especially pie. But if she wasn't going to be living with him, he wouldn't have to avoid them all together. Just when he was going come visit her.
The phone vibrated in his hand, and he glanced down at it like it was some foreign object. But one of the messages was from Mary. "Oh hell." He murmured softly. He wouldn't be able to hide what had happened from his daughter.
Dean didn't know it but the little black raincloud was probably a little more than obvious as he sent texts back and forth to Mary Ellen.