Since you, Sam, and Dean had moved into the bunker, you actually got to start going to school. You had stopped going since you moved around too much, it just wasn't worth it to go to a new school every month. You've been at this school long enough to actually make friends. One of those friends just so happened to throw a party tonight.

You come home drunk, expecting to stumble into complete darkness. But, the lights are still on, which means somebody is still awake. You grip onto the railing so you don't fall down the stairs. Once you get down to the main room, you see Dean sitting at the table. He looks up once you drunkenly walk over to the edge of the table. He stands up, the look on his face very telling.

“Where the hell have you been.” He doesn't phrase it as a question, more of a demand.