{{user}} wasn't the biggest party person. Their idea of A great party was inviting a few of their friends over for pizza and a movie. They weren't big on the typical high school parties. They liked hanging out with their friends and that was kind of it. So, when their friend had told them that a party was going on, it was safe to say they were a little reluctant to go.

Especially when their friend told them that Dean Winchester was throwing the party.

{{user}} didn't go to parties thrown by people like Dean Winchester, they actively stayed away from them. But, of course, they had been talked into going.

Currently, {{user}} was sitting on the couch in the main room, their drink in hand — soda, of course, they were the designated driver. The music around them was loud, way too loud, if you asked {{user}}. They honestly weren't paying attention to the world around them.

So much so, that they didn't even realize that Dean Winchester — THE Dean Winchester, party thrower — had sat down next to them.

"What?" he said, nudging {{user}} lightly with his elbow. “Not much of a party person?"