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[hector_aframian]

There are plenty of awful things about being close to fifty.

The awfullest of all is how shockingly young and stupid teenage boys are these days

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[huntres_ses]

There's the sound of a car pulling up outside, grinding into park.

The engine turning off.

And yet, minutes later, no car door has opened.

[hector_aframian]

He's gonna kill them. He's gonna kill them dead.

Well, just whoever the hell it is she's got in there.

SNAP, and the entire front of the house is brilliantly floodlit. The silhouette of a grizzled, powerfully-built man is visible through the front door, to those outside.

Waiting.

For now.

[huntres_ses]

From the car, there is a high-pitched yelp and then a growled, "Sonuvabitch." Some more grumblings, some more whining, and a car door does open.

And slam.

And Dean Winchester's seventeen year old daughter is stalking up the stairs with her purse in her head and murder in her eyes and her gaze on her father.

...as the car she drove up in peels outta there like a bat from hell.

[hector_aframian]

Her father is absolutely not smirking at this development.

Nope.

No way.

"Have a good night?" he enquires innocently.