The Runt of the Litter

Just Another Weekend

IT'S WEDNESDAY MY DUDES  

(that's a vine)

anna is sixteen

(and also i love you guys)

Just Another Weekend

Anna groaned and closed the fridge. "Since when do we celebrate random Christian holidays, Dean?"

"Since Jody invited us," Dean replied. He took a slow sip of hot coffee and leaned back against the counter. He was eyeing her over the edge of his coffee mug, which meant he was waiting for her to keep complaining.

Anna obliged, whirling around and putting her hands on her hips. "I don't want to celebrate a holiday that can't be construed as non-Christian."

"So try harder," Dean encouraged lightly, eyes bright with way too much cheer. "Make it all about bunnies. I'll get you one of those headbands with the ears on it. You'll look adorable."

Anna fixed her brother with a glare. "I'm serious, Dean."

Dean half-smiled at her but set his coffee down on the counter and tried to look more serious. "What do you have against Easter, Rugrat? It's no different than Christmas."

"Well, that's completely untrue. Christmas is about, like, family or whatever. Easter is about some guy who probably existed but was definitely not raised from the dead. It's, like, the difference between cherry pie and lemon meringue." She and Dean made disgusted faces at the same moment. They both fucking hated meringue. "Completely different," she confirmed one more time.

"Anna, lighten up," Dean told her, giving her nose a playful tap with his knuckle. "It doesn't have to be about Easter, alright? Pretend it's just another weekend."

Anna threw her head back in frustration and groaned again. "But Jody's all religious."

"Watch your tone, little girl," Dean warned her with a sharp look. "Jody's our friend, and she's been nothin' but good to you."

That wasn't how she'd intended her argument to sound, and Anna huffed indignantly. "She can be whatever she wants. That's not what I meant. I just mean I don't want to hear about God and Jesus and the stupid Disciples. And I definitely don't want to say grace before we eat. It's so dumb and awkward." She followed Dean as he went for the table, but she didn't sit down and neither did he.

"Part of respecting Jody is respecting her rules while we're in her house," Dean said sternly. He picked his coffee up again and sipped on it. Then, as an afterthought, he said, "Besides, she's not in your face about any of that crap. Probably won't even come up more than once. You can handle listening to it for a few minutes before dinner."

Anna looked away and shook her head. "I don't want to," she complained one last time.

"Tough," Dean told her. "We're goin' this weekend, so you better lose the attitude by Saturday."

"Can't I just stay here?"

"And what do we tell Jody when she asks about you? That you didn't want to come? That's a little harsh, don't you think?"

"It's not about Jody!" Anna snapped. "I don't want to celebrate Easter! It's a stupid holiday, and the whole story is unrealistic. And don't even get me started on the-"

"Anna." Dean's tone made it clear he was running short on patience. She dared to look at him with a pouty expression, and he raised one eyebrow at her. "What's the real problem?"

"Nothing," Anna denied. "I just don't like Easter."

"Uh-huh. Well, we're going to Jody's this weekend, and that means all of us. So, unless you can come up with a more convincing argument, this discussion is over."