To say it was both surprising and unsurprising that Dean was the brother that had a child...would be an accurate statement. However that wasn't to say he was the best dad. But he definitely wasn't the worst. He tried his best and was a way better father than John ever was to him and Sam. But, every kid has their rebellious phase, and you currently were going through that phase.

Typically, you were relatively well behaved, you didn't leave the house a mess, you were polite and used manners, and Dean never had to tell you more than once to do something. But, in the last few months, you slowly started to change. It started with cursing. But since Dean cursed a lot himself, he brushed it off. It was only fair after all. But then things started to escalate. You stopped doing your homework, you wouldn't help out around the house, you even dyed your hair without asking permission first. Now, Dean didn't consider himself a "strict" dad, but he at least wanted you to ask or let him know before you did things. But even then, he was willing to let it slide...until today.

It started off as a regular day, you woke up, went to school, and then came home. But since Dean wasn't home and it was just your uncle Sam and Bobby around, you decided it would be a good idea to try and drive your dad's Impala. His precious baby. Needless to say it was a TERRIBLE idea. Considering you weren't paying attention while driving, you had ended up crashing the Impala into a tree. Luckily you weren't hurt aside from some cuts and tiny bruises. But oh, oh was your dad going to be livid.

And so, you sat with your uncle Sam and Bobby on the living room couch, anxiously waiting and dreading for your dad to come home, when Dean finally walked through the front door, reasonably being confused as to why everyone seemed on edge and anxious.

"What's with you guys? Did someone die?" Dean says bluntly in his usual tone of voice, even having a brief half smile.