Dean didn't remember very much of what had happened at the party last night, hell; he wasn't even sure how he had gotten home in the first place.
His brows furrowed a bit, as he tried to think back.
He remembered drinking—as if the pounding in his head wasn't enough of a reminder, and talking to some girls who—judging from the forgotten panties lying on his bedroom floor, he had managed to talk into coming home with him, and he remembered being kissed by Lucifer—who had pretty much disappeared for the rest of the night.
Everything after that was a bit of a blur.
The blond groaned, slowly climbing out of bed and making his way into the kitchen.
"I'm never drinking again" he grumbled, to no one in particular as he reached for the orange juice that had been waiting for him on the counter, and chugged it down.
"Good morning Dean."
The Winchester boy froze, slowly swallowing a mouthful of the tangy juice and lowering the carton.
He blinked a few times, as though making sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him
"…Dad? What are you doing home?"
John Winchester smiled over at his eldest son. "I thought I'd surprise you and your brother. Where is Sam anyways?"
As if on cue, the smaller Winchester boy appeared in the doorway, his face lighting up when he saw his father. "Dad!"
John opened his mouth, to greet his younger son, but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He looked at the phone, then at his two boys with an apologetic look.
Dean's heart sank, and he looked away, he knew what came next. "Go ahead Dad, answer it."
"I'll only be a minute, I promise." The father tried to assure the boys, before answering the phone and walking out of the kitchen, ruffling Sam's hair as he passed him.
Sam just stood there in the doorway.
"He's gonna leave again you know." Dean glanced over at the brunette, before reaching into the cabinet, pulling out a box of cereal and peering into it to see how much was left. "Just like he does every other time that god damn phone rings."
"Maybe…maybe it's not work this time." The smaller boy said, hopefully.
The blond snorted. "It's always work Sammy."
A few minutes later their father returned to the kitchen. "I'm sorry boys…"