What A Family

I had to leave

The past two days have been hell. I just didn't know what I had been doing. Everything was upside down in my head. It started in the morning on Saturday

8 am, Saturday

"Alex, honey, wake up."

"Dad, I didn't sleep well last night." I shook away the dream of my dad being a demon- the third week in a row.

"Your dad made Eggs Benedict." He grins. I push myself out of bed and his smile falters. "Your eyes are blood shot, is everything okay?"

"What?" I run away the sleep from my eyes, "Of course."

"You look like you've been crying for hours." Dad takes a seat on my bed.

"Dad, seriously, I'm okay." I lie, "I think I fell asleep with something in my eyes."

"If you want me to take you to an eye doctor, I'll do that."

"No- I'm fine." I snap, "How many damn times do I have to say I'm fine?"

"Well you look like you've been cry, how the hell am I supposed to take that?"

"You're supposed to ignore it! I'm a teenage girl, I cry sometimes. You don't know, I could've just read some pretty nasty fanfiction."

"Please tell me you don't read that stuff."

"Sorry."

"Dammit, Al."

"Sorry."

"Were you crying?"

"No."

"Are you lying?"

I don't respond.

Noon

I type in my final answer for the test and the score flashes on my screen.

"C?!" I shout, slamming my computer on the covers.

"A!" I hear Bobby cheer from his room. I lock the door. Who needs to hear his victory while I stew in my failure. I need to go hunting.

3 pm.

I stare out the window of my care and dad climbs in with me.

"They e-mailed me saying you failed your test. I saw you studying all week. I don't understand."

"Me neither."

"Do you need to go out? I'll buy you an illegal beer? Or even just a Club Soda if that's what you want."

"I'm fine."

"You worked really hard and still failed. That can't feel good."

"It doesn't. That doesn't change the fact that I'm okay."

"Sweetie..."

5 pm

Someone knocks on the door.

"Dad?" Sam answers it and my grandfather- The once that's been dead for over ten years- stumbles in.

"Sammy I need your help."

"Get out!" Dad slams his chair in and stands in front of Bobby, Jack, and I protectively.

"Dean, listen to me."

"No! Get the hell away from my family!"

"Dean, baby, let him in. We need to hear him out."

6 pm

"I didn't know what to do but talk to my dad down there. He told me that you two were safe and where you were. I fought my way out of hell for you boys. It took me forever. Please let me stay."