[She did not. She helped put Sam to bed, filled a glass of wine to the brim, and waited for Dean to return. When she hears him finally come in, she approaches.] So... what the hell, Dean? It's 6 am on a school night and you and Sam have been out all night long. He's 8.
So, what's going on? Because I think I've been a really good sport on never leaving the house or answering the door or even asking questions, but you have to give me something because I'm not stupid. Whatever's happening is a big deal. Just please, for once trust me enough to tell me something real.