The Diary of Eve Winchester

Chapter 3

**TRIGGER WARNING. IF SEMI-GRAPHIC SEXUAL ASSAULT IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE IN THIS CHAPTER***

Dear Diary,

I'm back. I'm sitting in a miscellaneous dingy motel room as I write this. Sam's with Dean and I right now, so I was booted to the back. When Dad got home yesterday, he was sober. And being sober, he noticed how unbelievably beat up I was. Needless to say, he was pretty pissed off.

After giving Dean, Sam, and I hell, Dad decided to go and get drunk, so he went to the bar while Sam looked for another case. Dean got drunk from home and I went to bed.

And so when Dad woke up hungover, he didn't want to have to deal with any of us kids in the car. The three of us are currently in the Impala and it's about five in the morning. We've been driving for about twenty-five hours and I suppose that's all this entry is; a boring (more or less) car ride with the big brothers.

"Dean!" Sam screamed over the Metallica that played as loudly as it likely would at a concert.

Dean cupped his hand around his ear and leaned towards Sam, "I'm sorry! What?" I couldn't tell if he was being a jerk or if he genuinely couldn't hear Sam. I was leaning more towards the first option.

Sam reached forward and turned the music down considerably, so that it was just background noise, if it could be considered noise at all. "What's happening with school?"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, oblivious to what Sam was getting at.

"I mean," Sam replied, "That it's my senior year and Eve's seventh grade year. Arguably two of the most important years academically. We need to go to school."

"Sam," I told him, "You say that every year."

"Say what every year?" He asked.

"'Arguably two of the most important years academically.' Sam, only two years can be the most important."

"You know she's right, Sammy," Dean added, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at Sam.

"Whatever," Sam said, "But we do need to settle down for the rest of the year, Dean. There's only like two weeks left."

Dean sighed, "Alright, I'll talk to dad. But I don't know what he'll say, Sammy. Best case senario, he leaves us alone in a motel room and goes off to a hunt or something."

I sighed deeply, "Dean, why can't he just leave us with Uncle Bobby? I miss Uncle Bobby. Plus, it would be stable enough for us to enroll for the rest of the year."

Dean sighed again, "I don't think that's gonna fly, hun. You know Uncle Bobby and Dad are in an argument right now. Uncle Bobby already thinks Dad's not a good Dad."

"But he is a good dad," I told him, "And plus wouldn't he just be a better Dad if he sent us to Uncle Bobby's? You know, let us do what we want for once?"

"That's not how Dad works and you know it," Dean told me, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. "Now drop the conversation, Eve."

I sighed and burrowed down in my seat, trying to distance myself from my brothers as much as possible. The conversation had taken away my good mood and I no longer wanted to converse with them.