The fourth time…

~At Nova's middle school~

Nova walked down the hallway on the way to her next class when all of a sudden her path was blocked by a person. She bumped into them roughly. All by accident, mind you.

"Excuse you!" A snotty voice snapped as the person turned around.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." Nova responded calmly.

"Well maybe you need your eyes checked!" Snapped the girl. Her friends tittered behinder, and Nova gave her a once over. She had blond hair tied up in a headband and ponytail, and yoga pants that were so tight they must be what's holding the stick up in her ass. Nova smirked at her thought, and the girl caught it.

"Did you hear me?" She squeaked loudly. Nova sighed.

"I heard you, and I honestly don't appreciate your comm-." Nova began, but was interrupted.

"Look at you and your fancy language." She laughed.

"This is a great way to start middle school. Please, continue taunting me." Nova said sarcastically. The girl's friends stopped laughing and backed off a bit. But the main girl gasped.

"How dare you speak to me that way! Don't ya know who I am!?" She screeched, stepping forward.

"No, and I don't care to. So if you'll excuse me, I have to go to class." Nova tried to push her way past, but the girl stepped in front of her and pushed her roughly.

"Please don't push me and let me by." Nova said calmly, but these girls were honestly getting on her nerves.

The girl looked appalled. She pushed again, and Nova nearly lost her balance. Nova's last nerve snapped. She looked the girl squarely in the eye before punching her straight in the face. She staggered back, blood gushing from her nose. She was stunned for a minute before bursting into tears, whining about how she hurt her. Nova began her trek to class, to which she was already late for, when a teacher caught her shoulder.

"And just where do you think you're going?" The teacher asked sternly.

"I was going to my class. I'm late." Nova responded sincerely. He shook his head no.

"The only place you're going is the principal's. Come with me. Both of you!"

Nova sighed and followed the teacher to the office. He gave the girl she'd punched a towel for her blubbering face. Soon, they both were called into the principal's office.

~At home~

The phone rang, startling Dean from his sleep on the couch. He must've fallen asleep while watching reruns of Dr. Sexy, since he can only do that when Nova isn't around and he has nothing better to do. He groaned as he sat up, grabbing his phone off of the coffee table before answering.

"Hello?" He mumbled.

"Is this -Novak?" A feminine voice responded.

"Who's asking?"

"This is Ms. Diane with the front office of Centennial Junior High. I was told to notify you."

At the mention of his daughter's school Dean was on alert.

"What's wrong, is Nova okay?" He asked quickly.

"She's fine, but I'm afraid that she has gotten mixed up in a serious matter that needs your immediate attention. Would you please come to school?"

"Yes, yes of course. I'll be right there." Dean hung up and reached for his coat as he slipped on his shoes. He ran to the Impala and sped away.

Once at the school, Dean parked haphazardly before scurrying into the front office. A middle aged woman looked up when Dean crashed through the door.

"Mr. Winchester-Novak?" She asked. Dean made eye contact and nodded.

"Your daughter is down the hall in Mr. Padalecki's office." She pointed down a narrow, dimly lit hall with a door at the end. Dean walked towards it and saw a blond girl with a towel pressed to her face. She glared up at Dean.

"Are you that bitch's dad?" She said from under the table.

"Don't speak about my daughter that way miss. And yes, I'm one of her dad's." Dean glared back before knocking on the door. The girl processed the comment before her eyes widened.

"You're gay!?" She squeaked.

"Yes. And happily married. I can't wait to hear the story behind-" Dean pointed to her face. "That."

She scowled at him the best she could. Right then, Mr. Padalecki opened the door.

"Mr. Winchester-Novak, please come in."

"Please, call me Dean. Winchester-Novak is a mouthful." Dean replied as he entered the room. He saw Nova sitting one of the two chairs stationed in front of the desk.

"Hey baby girl. What's up?" He asked her as he sat down. She turned to him.

"The sky, dad." She responded sarcastically.

"Hey, hey. No need for the tude." Dean scolded as he sat back in his seat.

"Mr. Win- Dean." Mr. Padalecki corrected. "Your daughter was involved with a fight not to long ago."

"Is that so?" Dean asked, peeking at his daughter.

"Yes. She wouldn't explain why until you were present. Nova, would you please explain?"

Nova sat up and began to speak. "I was walking to class and I accidently ran into her, for which I apologised. She made some comment about me needing to go see an eye doctor, and I said that I didn't appreciate her comment. She teased me about my vocabulary, but then wouldn't let me pass when I tried to leave. She pushed me, and I tried to leave again, but she just pushed me harder. So I punched her."

"Dean raised his eyebrows. "So she was bullying you?"

Nova nodded.

" I'm afraid according to school rules, even though she didn't start the fight she she did respond violently. She will be suspended from school for the rest of the week. Nova, would you wait outside please?" Mr. Padalecki said. Nova nodded before exiting the room.

"Dean, I humbly suggest that you show some discipline to your daughter. This is not appropriate school behavior. Please discuss this with her and your wife." Mr. Padalecki said sternly as he stood up, holding out his hand.

"I will discuss this with her and my husband. Thank you for your time." Dean shook the dumbfounded principal's hand.

"P-please send in Ms. Parks for me?" He stammered as Dean was exiting the room.

"Will do." He responded. He closed the door quietly behind him before crouching down next to Nova.

"C'mon baby girl. Let's go." He whispered to the bundle on the chair next to the door. He looked up to see 'Ms. Parks' staring at him with disgust.

"You got a problem?" He glared.

"Baby-girl?" Ms. parks quipped.

" She is my daughter. I have a feeling your daddy doesn't call you that. That's fine, but please don't judge other people. It's rude. And it's your turn to go in." He snapped as Nova unfurled from her seat and stood up. Nova and Dean walked down the hall at the same time a woman who didn't know how to walk in heels tripped down the hall.

"What happened to you, Grace?" The woman cried as she walked up to her.

"She punched me!" Grace responded, pointing to Dean and Nova. Dean turned and waved before exiting the building.

"Am I grounded?" Nova asked once she was buckled up in the passenger seat of the Impala.

Dean pulled a face.

"No. Why would you be?"

"I punched someone."

"She called you a bitch in front of me. From what I see, she deserved it. Your father on the other hand might be a different story. Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Good. We're going for milkshakes and burgers."

"Really?"

"Yep. You did good today. You did exactly what I told you to in that situation. You deserve a reward. I'll deal with your father when he gets home."

Nova's face brightened. "I'm so happy you're my dad."

Dean looked at her for a second. "I'm happy too."

~Later that night~

"SHE WHAT?"

"She punched someone."

"Why?"

"She was bullying her!"

There was a pause.

"Good girl."

"You can tell her that in the morning."

"Believe me, I will."

Nova smirked from her perch at the top of the stairs. She had the best parents.