A/N: First off I'm not sure if this has been done before or not. Dean has a son. I know there's a lot of daughter fics (I'm writing one currently "it's a wild world" check it out.) But I jus wanted to try this. For those of you who are reading my other fics don't worry I'll still continue those also.
Do you know those mornings when you just don't want to get out of bed? For me every morning is like that. School is useless, how is algebra going to help me kill vengeful spirits?
My father, Dean Winchester, isn't very strict when it comes to school. As long as I pass everything he's happy. Hunting is a completely different story. If I do the slightest thing wrong while hunting he'll lecture me until the next gig.
My uncle, Sam, is ten times worst on his daughter than my dad is on me. Alice, my cousin, was born six months after I was. We're in the same grade (10th) and we're pretty close. Sam expects good grades and maturity out of her, but when it comes to hunting he prefers she doesn't get involved.
"Troy, get your lazy ass out of bed!" a booming voice shouted. I rolled over onto my face and ignored my father's annual wake up call. Suddenly my blankets were thrown off of me. I rolled onto my back and glared up at my father with tired eyes.
"Can't I just skip one lousy day?" I groaned. My father raised an eyebrow.
"You skipped two days last week! Do you want to fail out of high school?" He asked me. I shrugged.
"At least failures don't eat cafeteria food. I could just be a credit card scammer or something useful like that." I muttered.
"Yeah, but inmates eat prison food," my father bickered at me. I sat up and jumped out of bed.
"There, I'm awake. Are you happy now?" I asked. My dad left my room aggravated by my normal attitude towards life.
I got dressed in an old AC/DC t-shirt and tattered jeans. I walked slowly to the bathroom. It smelled like cheap cologne and mold. Since it's just me and my dad living in our house we don't do much cleaning. The only time the house gets any serious cleaning is when Alice gets fed up with the mess.
I starred blankly into the mirror. My light brown hair was thick and shaggy, my face was like a lot teenagers faces: clear with the exception of one or two zits. And my body type was average. I had a little more muscle than some of the guys at school, but only because of training for hunting gigs. I wasn't amazing looking but I wasn't ass ugly. I was in neutral.
I went downstairs and was greeted by my Uncle Sam and Alice. They were sitting on the couch talking to my dad. Alice had similar hair to Sam. It was chocolate colored and thick.
"Look what the wendigo dragged in," Alice smirked. I rolled my eyes. Alice shrugged innocently and turned to my dad.
"Well, Dad finally let me take my permit test last night and I passed!" she said. Dean grinned at Sam.
"I can't believe you made her wait six months before she could get it," Dean said. Sam shrugged.
"-And I was hopping that maybe you and I could go driving after I get better," she said. Dean nodded.
"Yeah, I'm the fun brother. After you learn the basics I'll take you to a clear high way and we'll practice some get away driving skills." He said. Alice grinned.
"Alright," she cheered. Sam glared at his brother.
"I'll drive you two to school," Sam said to me and Alice. I grabbed my black back pack
"Have a good day, Troy." My dad said. I nodded.
"You too," I said.
A/n: so what do you think? Should I continue I will make the chapters longer? I promise