Daughter Of Dean Winchester

Chapter 7

I opened my eyes slowly as brightness filled the room.

I squinted my eyes trying to get used to the light.

"No Sammy, this is no excuse" I heard someone yell.

I looked around and saw dad and uncle Sam arguing "well I had no other choice. You were a demon Dean! I had to do something" then all of a sudden dad swung a punch to Sam's face.

I sat up and ran to them.

"Dad!" I yelled and went between them.

I put my arm on their chests even if my arms hurt like hell.

"What the hell is going on?!" "Sammy being the smart one 'accidentally' made a man sell his soul to a crossroad demon JUST so he could get information about me" "it was an accident Dean! All I just wanted was for him to call a crossroad demon so I could threaten her to tell me where you were" Sam yelled getting more pissed.

I rolled my eyes "you guys are like toddlers. You both fight for EVERYTHING! All of you need to grow up and act like adults" "we are adults" I looked at dad death glaring "then act like one" I put my arms down and walked back to my bed.

I plopped down.

"It's like I am surrounded about idiots" I said.

I tried to sit up but instead winced in pain.

I rolled to my side and pushed myself up. Exercising really helps.

I looked at the boys who were staring at me like complete idgits.

"Well thanks for the help guys. You both are the best" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

"I'll get some pain killers and food" dad said and left.

I turned the t.v on and channel serfed till I stopped at TWD (The Walking Dead). They were playing a marathon.

"Are you okay?" I looked a Sam "yes uncle Sam. I am perfectly fine. I got my arms cut badly so yeah I am feeling great thank you very much" I sarcastically said.

Sam sat down on the bed across from me. He grabbed the remote and turned the t.v off at the best part.

"Hey!" "We need to talk" "talk about what? There's nothing to talk about" I said "we need to talk about why you're acting like this" "who are you? My therapist?" "Well if I have to I would" I scoffed and smiled nodding my head "okay" I turned to uncle Sam and sat up hanging my legs at the side.

"Lets talk" I smiled and rested my arms on my legs with my hand folded in the middle.

"Okay therapist" "why are you like this?" "Like what?" "The attitude" "so do you expect me to wake up in a jolly mood? After you and my dad were fighting?" Sam sighed.

"I'll get some food" Sam grabbed his wallet and left.

I rolled my eyes and stood up and walked to the bathroom.

I looked at the mirror.

I slammed my fist on the sink. I heard crack. I screamed out of pain.

"Dammit!" I grunted.

I sat on the toilet seat and held my fist to my chest.

I rocked back and fourth holding my now broken fist to my chest.

I walked out of the bathroom to the first aid kit.

I grabbed some ace bandages. I winced in pain as I slowly opened my hands from a fist.

I slowly but gently wrapped the bandage around my hand.

I clipped the ends together with a safety pin.

I put the t.v on with my right hand. Luckily my bad hand is broken.

I channel surfed till I stopped at. Wait for it, STAR WARS! Fangirling!

When the beginning started my phone buzzed. I rolled my eyes and picked the phone up.

"Hello?" "Logan. Um I need your help"  dad. I rolled my eyes "what happened?" "Um. I got arrested" I rolled my eyes again "what is it now?" "I got in a fight" I sighed "okay. I'll get you. Where's the car. Is it towed?" I swear if it's towed I'll be pissed "no" I sighed out of relief.

"Be there in a hour" "please hurry Lo. These people kept giving me death glares" I rolled my eyes and hung up

I turned off the t.v.

I grabbed the motel room key and stuffed it in my pocket.

I slid into my sweater and my coverses.

I walked out as cold gust of wind hit my face.

I put my hoodie up and locked the door.

I walked to where the towing place is.

I paid the money and hopped into the car.

I drove away to where dad's at.

I parked and walked to the front desk.

"Hi um I am here for my dad" the lady didn't look at me.

"Um miss? Hello?" I waved my hand in front of her.

She didn't respond.

I rolled my eyes.

I slammed my fist on the desk.

She looked up "I am busy miss" "you could be 'busy' after you're done getting my dad" she gave me a glare then finally gave me the papers.

"Thank you" I grabbed it and started to walk away "bitch" I mumbled "what did you say?" "Oh you heard me" I smirked full of pride.

I sat down on a plastic green chair and started to read and sign the papers.

Some people were with there kids. Sluts with there one night stand children waiting for there fathers and some creepy men staring at me like I'm a piece of meat.

I tapped my feet till I saw dad walk out.

I stood up and met him half way.

He smirked smugly "you miss your dad?". I rolled my eyes and said "shut up and let's go before I kick your ass".

We both walked out.