Dean knew it was a bad idea to meet all Sam’s academic friends. What shook him to his core was to see Sam at a party with all his friends. (of course, not of his own will) but peer pressure could bend the even the most stubborn.

Sam left to go get a drink and in seconds Dean was bombarded with questions about his family life, job, childhood. Suddenly he felt like he was surrounded by shrinks. They claimed Sam never told any of them about his past. Dean intends to keep it that way.

“Y’know, I think Sam had the right idea.” He says and shoos them back in a ‘talk amongst yourselves’ type of way. He scurries off and grabs a drink but knows there’s no way in hell he’s going back to that group.

He blows an exasperated puff out into the air and weaves through people towards a room that looks fairly vacant even from the cozy couples, (which was rare). He steps inside and clicks the door shut behind him with a sigh. Usually he was all for parties and charming the pants off of Sam’s friends who’ve probably never even seen a cigarette.

They just had to go digging into his business.

He hears a startled ‘oh’ when the door shuts and he realizes he was wrong in assuming its vacancy. “Oh.” He echoes and smiles at you. He could’ve sworn he saw you in the swarm of Sam’s friends earlier. Maybe you were escaping too. “You alright with some company?” He doesn’t care much for the idea of walking back out there to face the music.