It's a wild world
Chapter one: Burden
"Ella!" My father almost screamed. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. My father, Dean Winchester, came shooting behind me. He reached for my ankle but he missed. I ran down the hall into my room and locked the door. I could hear my father banging on it.
"Eleanor, opened this door now!" he shouted. I narrowed my eyes and glared at my door.
"Bite me!" I shouted.
"Don't make me break down this door!" He yelled. I laughed.
"Go ahead it's your house!"
"Ella, please open the door." He said, trying to stay calm. I took in a deep breath and walked over to the door. I unlocked it and swung it open. He barged in and pushed me into my desk chair so I was sitting in front of him.
"Ouch, dude, that hurt!" I snapped. He took in several deep breaths until he was ready to deal with me.
"Okay, so I'm going to um, I don't know." He scoffed. I snorted.
"You know, most parents just ground their kids." I replied coldly. His eyes widened. He pondered this for a second.
"I can't ground you for that, can I?" he asked. I shrugged.
"You're the parent."
"Ella, I don't understand how this could happen. I thought I was doing an okay job as a parent. Where did I go wrong?" He moaned. I rolled my eyes.
"You're being very over dramatic," I said. He sighed.
"Dad, it was just a bloody nose! I'm fine, I promise next time I'll be on the giving end instead of the receiving." I replied. At school I had let my smart mouth piss off a bitchy girl in my lunch, she had punched me and I got sent home with a bloody nose and a bad mood. They never sent me home before, but I suppose they didn't want me hunting her down.
Now, the reason why my father is mad at me is because I'm his daughter, and it's an embarrassment to him if his daughter is getting pushed around. I use to be home schooled until seventh grade. I promised my dad that is he let me go to public school I'd be able to stand up for my self. I'm now a sophomore at high school, but that promise still needs to be kept. My father is very overprotective.
"Okay, I trust you. It's just, I saw Sammy get beat up all the time, but I could just kick the kids' asses that hurt him. But in your case I can't, it just annoys me not to be in control of the situation." My father said. I smiled up at him.
"I understand," I said a little too sweetly. He snorted.
"I'm going to go have a drink, d'you want to come?" he asked. I smirked.
"If I come can I have a 'drink' too?" I asked. Every once in a great while my father will let me have a glass of wine or a half a beer, it didn't happen very often. It's weird that he'd let me do that, but he won't let me do anything else.
"No," he replied simply. I sighed. He chuckled.
"I can make you a virgin martini," he said. I shrugged.
"No, thanks. I have some homework I need to do."
"Okay then, have fun." He said. He left my room. I felt a little guilty, I knew he was trying his best, but I think he always planned on having a son instead of a daughter.
I did my homework, well, most of it. I stopped when I heard my uncle come in. My uncle, Sam, is a teacher's assistant. He's smart and sensitive: unlike my father. Now don't get me wrong I love my father, but sometimes I wish he was more like Sam. Sam and I have more in common.
Sam comes over a lot. Usually just to hang out, but he and my father are also hunting partners. They hunt supernatural beings. I have been on a few hunts but I never really liked them. I thought it was too scary. I didn't like it nor was I good at it.
My dad and I aren't very much alike at all. I hate his music choices and her hates mine. I hate hunting and he loves it. He's all out there and I'm all in there. Nothing clicks.
I crept down the stairs and ease dropped on my uncle and dad. I heard my dad sigh.
"Sammy, I love her, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I wish didn't have that burden." My father said. My mouth dropped.
"Burden? How is parenting a burden?" Sam asked.
"We're so different, and it's not like she even tries!" My father exclaimed. Sam chuckled.
"Dude, she gets good grades, she's overly responsible, and she does almost everything you say! How is she not trying?" Sam asked. I nodded to myself.
"I don't know! It would be so easy if she was your daughter!"
"We went over this before, Dean. She's your daughter and that's your fault." Sam replied. As you might have guessed, I'm not a planned child. I was an accident. My father had a girlfriend named Cassie and she got pregnant. She died giving birth to me. My father avoids talking about her.
"I know," dad sighed. I waited a few minutes then walked into the living room pretending I hadn't heard them.
"Hi Uncle Sam," I said. He waved.
"Ella, I'm going on a hunting trip this weekend. So, I guess you have the place to your self." My father said. I nodded. Then I decided I'd make my father's day and say the one thing I knew he wanted to hear. He took a long swig of beer.
"Dad, can I go on the hunt?" I asked. He spit out his beer. Sam snickered.
"You want to go?" dad asked. I shrugged.
"If it's okay." I said.
"Duh, it's okay! Wow, that made my day." He replied. I put on a fake smile. Sam saw right through it. He raised an eyebrow. My dad left the room to go order Chinese. Sam grinned at me.
"So Ella, I'm guessing you over heard you father talking shit."
"Why would you think that?" I asked. He snorted.
"Hon, remember I'm the smart brother. And I know that you hate hunting." He said. I sighed.
"I just want to make him happy." I replied. Sam draped an arm around my shoulders.
"Hon, I don't think you should change. Dean needs to change, not you. Your doing exactly what kids your age should be doing, he's just expecting too much." He said. I breathed deeply.
"I'm sick of being the odd girl out just because I don't like hunting! I think if I at least try to like it, my dad will put in an effort." I scoffed. Sam sighed.
"Champagne time!" my dad cheered. He walked in the room carrying three filled champagne glasses. He handed one to Sam and one to me.
"All this because Ella's going on a hunting trip?" Sam asked. My dad shrugged.
"You're impossible!" Sam snapped.
"Sammy, we decided that I'll raise me kid my way, and you'll back me up." My dad replied. Sam narrowed his eyes.
"Well I guess you get your way again," Sam spat. My dad glared at Sam.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing, cheers to a good hunt!" Sam said. I raised my glass.
"I'll drink to that."
A/N: well was it okay? Review please.