Bobby's Daughter

Part 3

We checked into a motel that night around 8. I grabbed the backpack and filled it with the notebooks they bought. I hid a knife at the bottom.

"Jen, take that out," Sam said.

"Don't worry, it's just in case," I said.

"No if you get caught your going to be in trouble," Sam said back.

"Fine," I said taking it out. "Well, I'm gonna shower then go to bed." I headed to my adjoining room. I showered and then laid down. i set my alarm on my phone for six and then slept. I woke up at five to find Cas staring at me. "Cas," I yelled. Sam and Dean came in running.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked.

"He was watching me sleep!" I said.

"Cas, you need to learn to be human," Dean said to him.

'But I am an angel," he said.

"We know," he said. "but you can't watch someone sleep.

"I'm gonna get ready for school," I said grabbing my clothes. I changed into a black tight fitting sweatshirt, light blue skinny jeans and light pair of bearpaws. I looked at my phone, 5:45 so I started on my make up and hair. I walked into he bathroom nd closed the door. I put on my usual heavy eyeliner that made my eyes pop. I braided my hair down and threw the braid over my shoulder. I walked out and it was already six fifteen.

They just stared at me. "Can I pass as a normal person?"

"Yeah, you look nice," Dean said.

"I got some toast for breakfast," Sam said.

"I don't eat in the morning," I said.

"Do you eat lunch?" they asked.

"No," I shrugged.

"Do you eat anything?" Sam asked worried.

"Supper, and my eating habits isn't your problem," I said.

"You are going to eat the toast," Dean said.

"No, I'm allergic," I said smiling.

"No you are not we asked Bobby if you were allergic to anything," Sam said. "This isn't over."

We stood there arguing until Sam and Dean had to get ready. They walked back out in janitor uniforms. I laughed at them.

"You guys are dropping me off at the front," i told them

"well it's almost seven and your school starts at seven fifteen," Dean said grabbing his stuff. I grabbed my backpack.

The school was huge as I walked through the front door. I was supposed to go to the office before I head to class. I walked up, "Hi, I'm a new student, Jennifer Singer." I said.

"Hi, honey. It's nice to meet you," a perky overweight woman said,

I smiled politely and nodded. "Do I need anything else, before I head down to my AP World History,"

"Yes, an agenda and your ID," she handed me both and I left. I found my way and class was already started. I opened the door walked i and closed it behind me. Everyone was talking notes but they stopped as the teacher walked up to talk to me.

"Who are you?" a man in his forties asked.

"I'm the new student," I handed him a pass.

"Go take a seat and we are going to start a project on the thirties. Do you know anything about the thirties?" he asked.

"Yeah a bit," I said and sat down.

"Class, we have a new student, Jen Singer. So now we have an odd number for the groups. Does anyone want her in the group?" he said.