Dean was already halfway down the stairs when he heard someone at the door. He had to bite back the urge to curse when he saw his father had already got it. He knew that his Dad could be suspicious when friends were involved, let alone random hot chicks. Still, Dean wasn't a sixteen year old with a raging amount of testosterone for nothing, he knew how to use a few white lies to get his way.
"It's ok, Dad, I know her." he didn't really care that 'know' wasn't really the word for a girl he had spoken to once on some internet chat room thing, she was hot and she had come here to talk to him. He was a little worried that he didn't know the name he was using in this town, or even the high school he had likely met her with, but she had called him 'Dean' so that meant that the only thing he had changed was likely just his last name, and he could avoid mentioning the word 'Winchester."