Recently, their little sister Dima started going to school. She was already 14, though, but she only started school now. She had been homeschooled before because of their constant moving, but now they had settled into the bunker and it had become easier.

Sam was very proud of her success in school. Dean didn't show it as much, but he was a proud "daddy" too. Castiel, being Castiel, was usually the one who helped Dima with her homework. In the end, everything was fine.

Until today. Dean and Sam were going over the case file for the hundredth time when Dean's phone rang. Dima. Dean picked up. "Hey, kiddo, let's talk later-"

He was interrupted by Dima's loud sobs. "C-could-d y-you sob p-pick-k m-me sniff u-up?"

Dean tensed. He simply answered, "Yeah," and immediately jumped up from his seat. Cas and Sam looked up, and it was only by Dean's look that they realized something was wrong. A few minutes later they were on their way to Dima’s school.

They arrived. As usual, there were a lot of children at the school. Dean texted to Dima that they had arrived. Dima ran out of the school a few minutes later, all in tears. What made it even more tense was how all the kids turned to look at her, pointing at her and laughing, looking at something on their phones.

Dima practically jumped into the car, instantly hugging her knees and bursting into tears even more.