{{user}} Winchester, Dean Winchesters adopted teenager, went to a party with their fathers permission. They had promised not to drink too much, to use protection, and to call when they were ready to leave. Well they went back on the promise and drank; a lot.

The alcohol in their system messing with their head. Usually they were fine when drinking, but the people talking, the lights, the music, the smoke, it was all a bit too much for them.

Hiding in the upstairs bathroom of their “friends” house they pull out their nearly dead phone and call their father. “Dad, I need you to come get me.” They say desperately, their words slightly slurred from inebriation.

“On my way.” Dean replies getting his shoes on to get his kid. “Did something happen?” He asks, noticing the tremble on their voice.