A Supernatural Kind of Day

Chapter One

"Hold on, hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it -- none of it -- is true. Listen, man, I know we've had our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy... come on. I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you." Dean's voice played in my ears while my emotions ran sky high. I couldn't handle these feelings.

"Poppy will you please get off netflix and go outside or something?" my mom begged as I paused my show.

"But mom it's the season finale! I can't stop now!" I whined.

"Yes but how many times have you watched this finale?" Mom asked, narrowed her eyes and pursed her pink lips into a thin line. I looked away from her, it wasn't a question I wanted to answer but it was my first time.

"It'll be over in like ten minutes and then I promise I'll go outside or do whatever you want me to," I promised. Sighing in defeat she hung her head, I know I disappointed her, it was my natural talent.

"Fine but if you're not down here in ten minutes I'm grounding you from your computer," she warned then shut my door loudly. Sighing I felt the disappointment and self hate seep into my system. I'm sorry I'm not like your other perfect child. I apologized mentally before continuing my episode of Supernatural. Words would never be able to describe how much this show has helped me, how much the Winchester's have helped me through my own boring life.

When everything ended I was a sobbing mess again, I couldn't believe everything that happened and Netflix tempted me with another episode but I slammed my computer shut before it could start. Begrudgingly I pulled myself off my bed and slugged my way downstairs where my family sat in silence along the couches. I sat next to my little sister, Quinn, who was reading some kind of manga and my mother was making a shopping list. Dad was passed out next to Quinn and snoring loudly. Mom noticed my presence and smiled smugly.

"How kind of you to join us Poppy," she acknowledged, I faked a smile then slid down on the carpet and stared at the ceiling.

After a half hour of total silence mom stood up and woke up dad.

"Charles get up it's time to go shopping," she nudged him. Waking up abruptly he scanned the room,his eyes stopping on me.

"Why is Poppy on the floor?" he asked sleep coating his voice. I sighed.

"Poppy is on the floor because she doesn't want to sit on the couch," I answered.

"Poppy's a weird child but we love her anyway. Do you want to come to the store with Dad and I?" she offered.

"Negative, I'm having so much fun sitting on the ground doing absolutely nothing," I answered dryly.

"I really don't approve of that attitude young lady," she groaned.

"No surprise there. Is there anything I do that you approve of?" I asked, completely serious.

"Charles really, it's time to get up. Quinn come on it's time for basketball practice," mom pestered. I flinched when she didn't address my question but Quinn set down her book and shuffled off to her room to get ready, in two minutes she came out shorts and all ready to leave.

"Now Poppy I want to see you outside by the time we get home. No more Supernatural, it's not healthy to have that strong a passion for something fictitious and useless." I hated it when she belittled the things I liked, it felt like she was belittling me.