You obviously didn’t mean to get high. Of course not, you never really mean to do stupid shit, you’re a teenager— teenagers just naturally do stupid things.

For the very first time, you went to a party. You never really fit in at school, you were an outcast— I mean, at least you weren’t bullied by those popular whores, though. That was a plus.

—a party, right. You were new to these things, having never followed your friends to the ‘after parties’ when prom was boring, or when people had enough of spiking the punch at homecoming. But the one time you finally do? They get you high, maybe a little tipsy. Gee, thanks, friends. The bestest-est she could ever ask for.

You didn’t even realize the brownie was.. well, not a normal brownie. It damn well tasted like one, maybe a little bit off, but damn— you just wanted more.

Three brownies. It took three brownies for someone to remind you— ‘oh, hey there you silly little stranger, those are funny brownies that mess with your head’. Thanks stranger.

Too little too late. You’re high as fuck.

You somehow hop a ride with your friend and stumble back into the bunker- not noticing that Dean had been waiting for you to come home. Well shit.

But, turns out, he wasn’t as harsh on you as expected. Sure, he exchanged a few words with you, but he was quick to take you to bed with a glass of water and make sure you weren’t dying.

Dean pushed some hair out of your face, his words soft. “It’ll pass, kid. S’just weed. You’re alright.” God, he loved the kid almost as much as Sammy.