Hello fellow writers and readers. I know I haven't posted in ages, but I finally finished this prompt. Hooray x

I was spinning around on the principal's chair awaiting his return. He had gone to order the receptionist to phone home. I'd punched Sylvia… Her reaction had been hilarious. She'd dropped to the ground quicker than a demon being exorcised. Crimson had gushed from her petite nose and coloured the white floors.

At the time it had felt right, but now I had time to cool down and consider my actions… I wasn't sure if they had been the wisest. Dean and Sam were already super stressed due to the amount of cases we had picked up lately. And now I'd gone and done this.

But she was so annoying. Her lagoon eyes that held nothing but derision for me. The way she flipped her hair after making a comment about my family and the things I cared about most. You can tell you were adopted. Why would they put up with someone as freakish as you? You have more books than friends, oh wait you only have books. These few phrases were a usual part of her verbal arsenal (emphasis placed on the arse, which Sylvia is – her DNA is most likely 99% bitch). Anyway, this is the phrase that led to the punch.

Thank God your motherless, you'd be a disappointment to her.

All my rational thinking burned in the flames that were coursing through my body. Before I knew it she was on the ground clutching her broken nose (there is no doubt about that) and me standing over her with a clenched fist, dripping red.

I could hear his footsteps approaching, so I leapt from his seat and placed myself on the one opposite his desk. As he entered, he straightened his tie and cleared his throat (talk about man syndrome – trying to exert his authority through masculine gestures and vocal sounds). He wasn't the tallest either… Maybe Dean had this?

'Well Celeste. Here we are… again.' He sat down and I could imagine his wheelie chair crying out in pain.

'Yep.'

He glared at my casual response. 'Are you proud of your actions?'

'No, I think they're deplorable.'

'Then why did you do it?'

I opened my mouth to respond but stopped when he lifted his hand. 'Best not to answer that. Someone will be here to collect you soon.'

'Who?'

'I don't know, I don't make the actual calls.'

That's bad management, I smirked internally. I prayed it wouldn't be Dean or Uncle Cas or Sam or Uncle Gabe. In fact, I didn't want anyone to come and collect me. It had already been a rough day (what with double maths and this little unplanned incident) and I didn't want to round it off with being shouted at.

I waited in silence. I thought about composing a poem but couldn't focus, so I just listened to the tick of the clock. On the hundredth tick, there was a knock, and my stomach plummeted.

'Greetings, sorry it took so long, business meetings tend to overrun.'

Shit. This was new.

'Ah, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting, I'm Principal Blackwell, and you're…' he extended his hand which my dad looked at before shaking it. In my mind I imagined him sending a hellhound to rip it off… He brought out the worst in me.

With his most charming smile my dad answered, 'Crowley, Celeste's dad.'

Principal Blackwell raised his eyebrows. The school knew my dad was a businessman, high up, a very important man. They used this as justification for my odd family arrangement. But surely they suspected safeguarding issues of some description, why else would I be left with a group of strangers? But they couldn't even begin to guess the truth. Humans were very good at playing blind.

'Oh, it's good to finally meet you. I'm sorry it wasn't under more… pleasant circumstances.'

'What can I say? Celeste has always had a temper and sometimes it flares up.' He glared at me and I felt my heartbeat slow. 'But it always flares up at the most inconvenient times.'

From the tension in Principal Blackwell's shoulders, I could tell he genuinely feared for my safety and probably his own. 'You mentioned you were at a meeting. I'm very sorry to have pulled you away. I didn't even think we had your number.'

'Yes, it was a very important meeting. But as I said it overrun so… I had a PA recently provide the school with one.' It was my turn to glare at him, he shrugged.

'That's um… Are you going to take Celeste home?'

'Home? You mean leave her with the Winchesters. I don't know, if things like this happen, perhaps it's time I intervene. I don't want my daughter to grow into a savage now, do I?'

'Uh… of course not. Did the receptionist explain to you what happened?'

My dad's eyes narrowed, clearly he thought my Principal was a fool and he was pretty accurate. He will always be a businessman at his core and a king second.

'You're not on first name terms with your staff I see.'

The ominous tone crawled over Principal Blackwell; he stuttered. 'Um,,, I have many members employed, it's difficult to learn all of their names. She's only just joined an-'

'All the more reason for her name to be fresh in your memory.'

Principal Blackwell gulped at my dad's snarl, he hadn't been expecting that.

'Celeste, apologise for punching Sylvia.' I stared at him. 'NOW.'

'I'm sorry, it won't happen again.'

My dad jabbed a finger towards my face. 'Don't lie.'

'I'm not lying, I'll do better.'

My dad huffed and grabbed my arm, he yanked me off the chair before Principal Blackwell could respond. 'She can't make promises like that, it's not in her nature. I will do my best to ensure this doesn't happen again. But she is a habitual liar.'

Blackwell stood in silence and looked at me with… ugh… pity. There was nothing he could do that would prevent my dad from taking me.

Once outside my dad let me go. 'I swear if you ever interrupt the end of a meeting like that again.'

'I thought you said it overrun?' I cocked an eyebrow at him.

'Unless you want me to rip that off, I suggest you start showing me some respect. I didn't contact the Winchesters did I? You owe me.'

A growl formed in my throat, but I held it back. I hated it when he had one over on me. 'What do you need?'

'Information regarding a certain angel friend of yours…' his voice trailed off as my chest tightened.

'Ofi? Why?'

'Don't ask questions that do not concern you. I need information and you will get it for me.' He passed me a list, 'here is what I need you to find out.'

I shoved the list into my pocket. 'At least give me an inkling of a reason for this request.'

He considered me for a moment and then said, 'The very existence of Hell could rest upon it.'

And with that he snapped his fingers and disappeared, leaving me with a final thought: I really wish one of the others had picked me up instead…