It's 9:34 am. Cassie is taking Philo and Sahara to their Grandma's. Demaryius has gone back to the university. Wesson came downstairs with a disheveled appearance. She looked around for anyone, and she looked relieved when she noticed me on the couch. She went to the kitchen and came back out with a box of Captain Crunch, a spoon and bowl, and a half gallon of milk. Her bun was messy, and she was changed into sweatpants and a Guns N' Roses tee. Okay, she is definitely my daughter.
"Hey, small fry," I greeted her. "You got school today?"
She looked at me as she poured her cereal and shrugged. She looked back down when she spilled some cereal. Once she picked up the pieces she poured some milk and put the jug away.
"You're skipping?" I asked her, confusedly. She looked back up as she shoveled a spoon of milk and crunchberries into her mouth. I was answered with another shrug.
"Wesson, why don't you talk?" I pushed. She set down her spoon and shook her head. She took her food and crept back upstairs. Moments later, Sam came from the hallway, entered the kitchen, and looked in the fridge.
"Morning, sunshine," I said to him. "Look at you making yourself at home."
"Eli said to," he responded. "You could too. He told me to tell you that. Also, he's leaving for work in about 20 minutes."
"What about Wesson?"
"What about her?"
"Doesn't she have school? She's not talking to me."
Sam looked at the cereal box Wesson left out and then went back to pouring his orange juice. After taking a sip of it, he got out a pan and poured some liquid into it. Pancakes? "She doesn't have school this week."
"Oh...okay. Sam, can you make me some?"
"Sure."
A few minutes later, he took out two plates and plopped some pancakes on each one. He poured the rest into a container and wrapped it with foil. "Breakfast is..." he set down a plate in front of me and set down his. "Served." He stepped into the kitchen and poured some coffee, then brought the cup of coffee put along with his juice.
"Green pancakes?" I dismayingly asked.
Setting the coffee in front of me, he replied, "Spinach pancakes. They don't really taste like spinach, so it shouldn't sicken you." He chuckled at his remark. I took a bite of a pancake, and surprisingly, Sam was right.
I swallowed my food and set the pancake down. "Sam, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Wesson."
"Go on?" He urged.
"She's my daughter," I spilled the beans and forced a smile.
Sam coughed out the mouthful of orange juice, and it got on his pancakes. "What?"
"Yep." I confirmed, popping the 'p'.
"Dude, really? She's 16, and you're 33. That's...Are you serious?"
I nodded. "What can I say? Chicks dig me." I shrugged and let out an uncomfortable laugh. "It was her idea...during school, in the janitor's clos-"
"Okay, uhh, don't need to know that," Sam interrupted.
"We were teens, we didn't think anything would happen!" I exclaimed.
"Dean, you're smarter than that."
We paused our conversation as Eliphalet came down the stairs in a grey tux. "Hello, Sam. Hello, Dean," he said as he walked over to the dining table. He nodded recognition at Sam and looked to me. "Your vision. It came from Heaven."
