"Sarah! SARAH! Get up! You're going to be late." John booming voice filled the room as he stood at his daughter's door trying to get his middle child out of bed so she won't be late for school. His ear was against the door but he could hear no movement inside the room. Nothing. He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it but the door was locked. He looked down the small hallway and saw his two sons at the kitchen table.
Dean was looking down at his duffle bag as he packed for a hunt. Sam was going over his notes for his Social Exam. They both were trying to ignore what was going on.
"Can you believe this? Who does she think she is? SARAH! Open this door!" John yelled at the door. Nothing. "Dean, get me my pick." John looked at his oldest son.
"Dad, are you sure you…?" Dean started but was interrupted by his father deep voice. "Dean! Get that pick!"
Dean scratched his head and then looked through the duffle bag for his father pick kit. He brought it over to his father. Who took it aggressively from his hand and started picking the lock on the door.
Once John unlocked the door, he opened it and enters the dark room and then he switches on the light. He looked down at the bed and saw his daughter sleeping and headphones over her ears. He could hear Metallica coming from them. He pulled the headphones off her head. "Get up now!"
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Sarah rolled over and glared at her father. She pulled her covers over her head and put her back to her father.
"Sarah! Get out of bed." He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the bed.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Sarah tried to pull her arm away from her father when he noticed red scars on her wrist.
"What is this, Sarah?" John asked he daughter as he let go of her arm.
"Its none of you business." Sarah said as she picked up a black hoddie off the floor and put it on over her Black Sabbath t-shirt. "I'm up. Now get out of my room."
"Sarah, tell me what that is all about." John insisted.
"You really want to know? First this is the fifth house we moved to this year and it isn't even June yet. Which means this is the fifth school I have been and I don't make friends there cause lets face it, I'm probably won't be there long. The only people that I see are my family. There is Sam who is too busy being the brains in the family. Then there's Dean who is usually gone on hunting trip being dad's shadow. And I am in the middle of this not knowing where I fit in this messed up family because I don't have the brains and I refuse to go hunting after myths. Finally there's my dad, the guy that drags me around the country killing fucking demons because fifteen years ago he thinks that his wife was killed by a demon. Well fuck dad, she gone. She's not coming back; no matter how many demons you kill. She is DEAD. D-E…"
Sarah ranted until she felt a sharp sting on her face. Her hand quickly went to her mouth when she realized that her father just hit her. She looked in his eyes and there was nothing but rage in them. Sarah wiped her mouth and saw blood on her hands. Dean and Sam were both standing in the hallway and when Sarah looked at them; they both looked to the ground and walked back to the kitchen.
"Don't you dare say things like that again! I am trying my best here. If you think life is so horrible here why don't you just leave?" John yelled as he turned around and slammed the door behind him.
John walked into the kitchen and saw his two sons standing there looking at the floor. John went to the fridge and took out a jug of milk and poured into the bowl he already had cereal in it. Then he brought the bowl to the table and sat down and started eating. After a few bites he looked up at his sons. "Sit down and finish eating." They both did without hesitation.
Five minutes later, Sarah walked out her room with her coat on and a duffle bag hanging from her shoulder. She walked directly to the door, slipped on her high-tops and puts her hand on the doorknob. She looks back at the table and only Sam and Dean are looking up at her. She gives them a weak smile and then turn the doorknob and stormed out of the house.
There is silence for a few minutes as the three men eat their breakfast. John gets up and puts his bowl in the sink. He goes and grabbed his coat that is hanging on the back of the chair.
"Sam are you ready for you exam?" John said as he put on his coat.
Sam sat there in silence until her couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and looked at his father. "She is you daughter and you are going to treat her like that? You are going to her let leave?" Sam said defending his older sister.
"Sam! What are you doing?" Dean Said under his breathe.
John just turned to Dean, ignoring Sam, "I'll be in the car son." John said as he left the house.
"Sam what the hell where you thinking?" Dean said as he put his coat on and picked up the duffle bag.
"Dean, she is our sister and you are going to just stand there and let him treat her like that." Sam said trying to defend his sister.
"He didn't mean it Sam. You know as well as I do what day it is. It is a hard one for day and she didn't have to push his buttons like that." Dean put his bowl into the sink and then put the milk back in the fridge. "She'll be back."
Sam stood up and threw his schoolbooks in his backpack and put on his coat. "I hope so." Then they both walked out the door. Ready to start a very long day.