The sound of...................some random song echoing through the bunker woke {{user}} up early in the morning. She groaned and rolled over checking the clock.

7:30.

God, why was her dad such a morning person? Even during the summer, it seemed like he woke up at the ass crack of dawn. And, well, if Sam Winchester was up, so was everybody else.

When she finally managed to drag herself out of bed and into the kitchen, the music seemed to get louder as she made her way into the kitchen, the sight of her dad standing at the stove making breakfast caught her eye.

{{user}} ran a hand across her face, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she stepped into the kitchen quietly, leaning against the counter. It only took a few moments for Sam to turn around, seemingly to grab something from the fridge, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his daughter.

"Mornin', sunshine," he greeted with a smile as he grabbed the milk from the fridge. Sam slid a bowl towards her, setting the milk in front of her as well. "Here. Mix the pancakes. We don't have 'em, Dean'll throw a fit."