Having to sneak out wasn't always easy. It wasn't always easy to make it out the front door silently. Sometimes, you would knock something over or you would get caught. Lies always worked. Your father, Bobby, always believed you whenever you said that you were coming in from a friend's house.

He never suspected that you were really sneaking out to see Dean.

Once you were in your car, the drive to Dean's motel was quick. It was only half an hour for the drive. Your car's stereo hummed softly in the background as you pulled into the parking lot of the 'Bluebird Motel'.

In a few minutes, you were standing in front of the correct door. 127. You stopped hesitating and knocked on the door. Anticipation bubbled up in your gut. The door quickly swung upon, a smirking Dean standing in the doorway.

"Took you long enough, Sweetheart. Thought you'd gotten good at sneaking out."