Addy's pov:
I couldn't wait to meet this Bobby person. Not! I was never really good at meeting new people especially weirdo's who actually like the Winchester's. I grabbed my duffle from under my head and got out of the impala. Let me tell you right now that the back seat isn't very good for sleeping at all.
"Don't worry about Bobby, I'm sure he'll like you and you'll meet dad as soon as your trained to be as good as me and Sammy." Wait, what? I did not want to be like Sam and Dean. Excerise? Not really my thing. I'm a researcher not a fighter. My dace scrunched up which was noticed by dean.
"Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to meet them but isn't there something else I can do rather than hunt?" I asked curiously, rubbing my eyes tiredlessly. I totally forgot I still had mascara on and smudged it half way of my cheek. I must of looked terrible, my hair falling out of the bun onto my face and the vest I was wearing stained with the coffee I drank earlier.
"Yes, but dad will want you trained for safety. I'll teach you about research afterwards." Sam answered, he seemed smug about me preferring books. We all walked in to Bobby's livingroom to find another man sitting on the scuffed sofa. He was wearing similar clothes to Sam and Dean, dark and layered.
"Dad, I thought you were on a hunt. What are you doing here?" Ah, so this is our father. He got up and shook my brother's hands before greeting me.
"John Eric Winchester." He said a firm hand reaching out to shake mine.
"Addison May Winchester." I returned, "Nice to meet you, John." Oh god I sounded so stupid and disrespectful.
"You can call me dad if you want." I noted it in my head but declined.
"I'd rather not. I can call you John or sir until you earn your that title with me, sir." He seemed to be getting angry but I stood as strong as I could. John just smiled and nodded seemingly excepting my offer but this was the man who practically abandoned me in that hell hole so how could I really trust him? "Alright boys, show Addison her room and then we can grab something for you all to eat" I heard Bobby say to clear up the visual tension surrounding the room.
"You know, Mr. Singer, you can call me Addy if you want." I said quietly still anxious of everyone despite my trying to act badass.
"Alright, Addy. Call me Bobby, this Mr. Singer crap makes me feel old." I chuckled at the mans kind humorous words before grabbing my stuff to follow Sam upstairs. My room was simple. It had a bed and covers, curtains covering the windows. There was a dresser with a mirror set up in the middle and a chair so it could double as a desk. There was also a book shelf with a few books I would probably read later on tonight next to a wardrobe. Too be honest it was nice but it felt to organised, too clean. It was good but it wasn't quite home.
"Thanks sam. I think I'm going to stay and draw for a while." I told Sam I wouldn't be down for food because I wasn't hungry. Too be honest I wasn't.
"Okay Addy, see you at 5." With that Sam was gone. Man, I was already starting to loathe this lifestyle. I set out my sketch pad and pencils on the table and accompanied them with a compass, eraser, ruler and a sharpener. I started to draw not quite sure of what I was drawing to begin with. In the end I drew the impala with me in the middle holding a pencil in my hands, dean on the left holding up a pie and on the right was sam with his foot on a pile of books. So far the drawing looked amazing but it was missing something's. I added moose antlers onto Sam's head and drew an angel I dreamt about kissing dean on the cheek. The sketch I was finished and I couldn't decide if I wanted to colour it in or not so I went down stairs for a second or third opinion. I stumbled into Bobby's livingroom to find it was just dean and John, dad, sitting in there. Dean must of heard my footsteps because he was looking straight at me. "Something wrong, kiddo?" He asked sounding concerned.
"Urm, I just need a second opinion." I said quietly. "Do you think I should colour this or just use shading." I held up the sketch to him with my lips in a tight line.
"OMG addy, that's so awesome but care to explain?" I've never had anyone show any interest in my silly doodles before. I smiled and nodded a little too quickly.
"Well, I was going to just drew the impala but it just looked incomplete without family so I added me, you and Sam. I've got a pencil in my hands because I like to draw. You love pie so you have a pie and Sam has his books." I took a breath and continued explaining. "Don't tell sam yet but my nickname for him is moose so naturally I added the antlers." I finished explaining unsure to whether I should explained the angel to him or not.
"Well I say add colour to it but there's one thing I'm wondering. Who's this?" He pointed to the angel, one thing I didn't want him to ask.
"That's an angel I have dreams about. He wears a suit, a blue tie and a tan trenchcoat. Humans aren't able to see an angels true form so this is just his vessel. His eyes are this brilliant blue and he has sex hair. You two are in love because if you ever met I reckon you would share a profound bond. I even have a name for you two, Destiel. Anyways, his name is Castiel."