What A Family

Family

"Jesus Christ, Cas, go wake up Bobby, I got Alex!" Dean shouts, pulling on pants and putting on an inside out shirt. He had slept in and had fifteen minutes to get ready, even though he had wake up duty this week.

"What is...?" Cas sits up, checking the clock, "Oh no." The angel sprints up, out of bed and across the hall to his sons room, wearing bumble bee pajama pants and a honey comb tee shirt.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting in the kitchen laughing my ass off, Watching them scramble to get dressed.

"Oh thank god, you're awake." Dad shouts happily, scrambling out of their room.

"You guys are loud." I smirk, "I made you all a small breakfast."

"Why are you awake, hon?" Dad leans down and kisses me on the forehead. I push him away, scrunching my nose.

"I didn't sleep at all last night." I admit, "Couldn't. I was way too nervous. You now, I'm gonna get bullied."

"Not this time, Al." Dean points a poptart at her, "You're gonna blow them away."

"We have five minutes!" Sam announces, rushing out of his room.

"Poptart!" I giggle, handing my uncle a plastic plate as her runs by.

"Alex, eat something." Daddy comes out of his room, fully dressed in the famous trench coat. I scoff, knowing full well I am not eating before eight in the morning.

"Where's Bobby?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Try inside a poptart." Dad pushes one at me with pleading eyes.

"Dad!" I blush, "I'm not hungry. Plus, I'm not going to school risking there be poptart crumbs all over my chest."

"You're so self involved." Rob enters the room, taking two poptarts. That leaves one on the table for daddy, who reluctantly takes our gross human pastry and nibbles on it.

"We have negative five minutes!" Sam calls. We all rush out the door, filing into the impala (Uncle Sammy, Rob, and I all sitting in the back seat), and driving to school.

Once there, Dad turns around to us.

"Have a great day, kiddos. And Al, dude, please try your hardest not to get into a fight this time." Dean gives her a hard look.

"I was provoked!" I sigh before jumping of the car and winking at my fathers and uncle, "Love you!"

"Love you, too!" They all call back as I gently shut the door of the beloved car. Most fourteen year olds would be embarrassed to have their two dads and uncle drop them off in an attention seeking car, but not Bobby and I. We're special.

Not in the good way, though. That's obvious when I'm knocked over as soon as I enter the doors. A girl with curly brown hair and dull brown eyes looks down at me.

"Sorry!" I laugh nervously, "Didn't see you there."

"Stay outta my way, bitch." The girl sneers. I sigh, rolling my eyes and picking my bag off the ground. Bobby grabs my wrist and helps me navigate to my locker.

"What the hell, man?" I look over my shoulder, "I fell down, not her."

"I'm just making sure you don't punch someone your first day at school." Bobby sighs, "Let's just get to first hour alive."

"You have AP history and I have..." I bite my lip, staring to the schedule, "A...P... history...? No, I didn't take the test. This must be a mistake. I'm not smart enough." My chest feels as if it's collapsing in on itself. I can't even remember who made the internet, no less what year.