Everything's Okay {Sam Winchester's Daughter}

Chapter 16-Theater Kids

Two weeks later

   "Where's Dean?" I ask, walking out of the bathroom. My shoulder length hair drips onto my black, short sleeved, crop top shirt before I lean over and put it in a bun. I pull my black skinny jeans up farther up my hips, to where you can just barely see the pentagram peaking out. I pull on a flannel jacket before turning my attention to my dad.

   "Uh, I don't know. I just woke up and he's not here." Sam says. Both of us venture to the door, peaking out of the motel room to see Dean leaning over the trunk of the Impala.

   "How long you been up?" Sam walks towards him while I lean on the door, watching the interaction.

   "Long enough to find us a case." He responds, piquing my interest. I begin walking over to them.

   "What case?" I ask. He pulls out a newspaper, handing it to Sam. I can't help but hover over his shoulder-more like by his arm because of my height.

   "A teacher at an all-girls school went missing in Flint, Michigan." I smirk.

   "Finally I get to be surrounded by hot girls my age instead of two giant men." I sass. Sam looks at me.

   "Don't get any ideas, young lady." He nudges my shoulder.

   "She was, uh, headed to her car and then disappeared." Dean interrupts. "Nobody's seen her since."

   "Dean there's nothing here that even remotely resembles a case." Sam says, my hopes deflating.

   "There's nothing there that even remotely suggests there isn't a case."

   "Dean-"

   "Just give it a chance." I groan. "This is finally a case that I can do some investigating on. Obviously I don't look old enough to be an FBI agent, but I am a teenage girl that could pass as a new student."

   "Fine." He gives in. Dean and I high five before heading to the room to pack up.

   "The last place Mrs. Chandler was seen by anyone, was in the auditorium." Sam informs as we hop out of the car. "Turns out she was the drama teacher."

   "Damn, this is one of those schools that makes the girls wear uniforms." I complain.

   "I doubt they'd be happy about that tattoo you're sporting on full display." Sam says, referring to the fact that I'm wearing a crop top that barely covers it.

    "They probably would hate that I'm wearing a crop top in general." I laugh.

   "Theater kids, great." Dean complains. I gasp dramatically.

   "How dare you!" I practically screech. They both look at me with confusion. "I'll have you know that before my mom died, I was a theater kid. That's where I met Katie. So watch what you say about my culture."

   "Your culture?" Dean mocks.

   "Yes. My culture."

   "I was a theater kid." Sam says.

   "Really?" I smile.

   "Barely." Dean mutters. "You ran tech."

   "That still counts." I complain.

   Third Person POV

   Madison makes her way to the front office, gaining the front desk lady's attention. She opens the window with a fake smile.

   "Miss, why aren't you wearing your uniform?" She asks, looking her up and down. Her eyes land on the tattoo before looking back up to meet Maddison's eyes, frightened at the satanic looking symbol on the girl's stomach.