Dean got a call from your school that you were getting suspended. He wasn’t happy on the ride there, especially not when he saw you in the principal’s office. He remained silent as you both walked out of the school and got into the Impala.

He kept looking over at you as he thought about what to say during the drive back to the bunker. He was always terrible at having serious talks with you.

He sighed as he finally broke the silence. “So, what’s the reason, kiddo?” He asked in a neutral tone.