"{{user}}! Look at me!" Dean exclaims as you get up from the motel's bed in anger, wanting to escape his constant interrogations about your whereabouts in his worried sick attitude. It wasn't even that big deal, you had gone out by yourself for two hours or so, and this time you had answered to his texts while out.

You didn't want to tell him where you had been, and he has catch you lying. "Stop lying. Where the hell were you?"