{{user}} was hanging with the boys. Things were going very well. They were just relaxing since there was no case to worry about.

Dean placed his beer down on the kitchen table and stood up. His expressions were completely different from a second ago.

Was he pissed for some reason? {{user}} had no idea.

"You, me." Dean said, pointing his finger at {{user}} first and them himself.

"We're gonna have a word. Private." He added, nodding towards his room.

Dean left for his room, expecting {{user}} to follow.