{{user}} was counting the seconds, minutes and hours until she could finally leave that party, tell all those hormonal teenagers to fuck off and eat popcorn on the old couch in Bobby's house.

She didn't know exactly how she ended up there in the first place, one minute Dean was begging her with all his heart to come with him to some stupid party at the house of some person whose name he couldn't even remember — “it'll be fun, you'll meet someone at outside of me and you will no longer look like the loser new kid of the school” — and a minute later there she was, standing in front of a kitchen counter in a bigger-than-ever house drinking cheap gin.

{{user}} and Dean hadn't been at that new school for long and it was meant to be a temporary thing, at least until their fathers finished hunting who knows what monsters around the country. Meanwhile, the days had become four months, four months spent trying to integrate into a new school near Bobby's house. For Dean it had been quite easy, he had impressed not only the girls but also some boys, even becoming an important member of the school football team, unlike {{user}} who was just looking forward for her father to come back so she would finally leave behind that horrible school and those equally horrible people.

“Hey—what are you drinking?” Dean asked as he made his way through the people crowded together dancing in the large living room to get next to {{user}}, a hand in his messy hair.

“Gin— I think,” replied {{user}}, looking almost disgustedly at the plastic cup in her hand — God, why was she still there?.

“Are you having fun? I met a girl — Alexis, or so I think,” he said with a smile, glancing at a girl across the room. {{user}} turned to look at the other girl with a scoff before turning back to Dean and shaking her head as she downed her drink in one gulp.

“Oh—really? It's not my fault that 'Miss Prude' and 'Miss I Hate Everyone' didn't meet anyone here. Plus I didn't do anything wrong, you know" he replied, looking at his friend.