The Winchesters Sister

Chapter 4

Ella's POV

Oh. He's actually going to let me drive. I had no clue I would get this far! I thought I might have to pester him for another thirty minutes and even then I wasn't positive he would hand it over just like that!

Once he pulled over I jumped from.the passenger seat and ran to the drivers side before he could change his mind. He hesitantly got out of the car and slowly made his way to the other side. I could tell he was second guessing his decision. I made sure my seat belt was clicked into place before putting the car into drive and pulling back onto the highway. I had barely been on the road two minutes before Dean started to panic.

"Drive slower! You're going over the speed limit!" He looked at the dash as he held onto the door. My eyes fell to the speedometer to see I was only going 6 miles over the limit.

"Barely! You were going over the speed limit too!" I argued, slowing down the car.

"That was different. I'm a more experienced driver than you are!" During this argument Sam woke up.

"Oh stop back seat driving." I scoffed at his panic.

"Actually I'm in the passenger seat. Not the backseat." He corrected in a mocking voice.

"What's going on?" Sam rubbed his eyes. "You let Ella drive? How'd she convince you to do that?" He laughed. We ignored the question though. I pulled my iPod out to play some music.

"What're you doing? Keep your eyes on the road!" Dean asked.

"Playing music." I said in a duh tone and started my playlist before he could yell at me anymore.

"Country? I don't think so." Dean went to grab my iPod.

"Hey!" I scolded him as I slapped his hand away. "Driver always picks the music! It's like a rule!"

"Not in my car." Dean muttered.

"Excuse me?" Sam said. "What was it you told me? Oh yeah. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Dean rolled his eyes and a victory smirk could be seen on Sams face.

"Thanks Sam." I smiled and continued driving. It was a silent drive except for when Dean or Sam gave me directions. After a while I traded seats with Dean again and he mumbled about how I was never allowed to drive again. With a little over an hour left to reach our destination I decided I might as well try and get some sleep.

Sams' POV

After I woke up to the confusing sight of Ella driving the Impala and Dean in the passenger seat yelling at her I thought I'd stay up for the rest of the trip to make sure the two of them behaved themselves. There were a couple of squabbles here and there but they were settled quickly.

It wasn't too long that Ella got tired of driving and told Dean he could take back over. He was getting more used to her driving but you could see the relief on his face when he knew he'd be back in control.

"Do you wanna sit up front, Sam?" Ellas voice broke my train of thought. "I think I'm gonna try and sleep some before we get to whatever the bunker is."

"Yeah, I'm fine with that." I comfirmed as she climbed into the back and I into the front.

She tossed and turned in the back seat for a long time but finally her breathing steadied and I could tell she had fallen asleep.

I had so many questions to ask her but I knew she wasn't ready for them. Like, where was her mother at? And why did she trust us so quickly. Right now Ella is just a cloud of mystery.

I'm also almost positive she did something to Dean to make him let her drive, but who knows. Maybe he's getting a soft spot for our little sister.

Once we reached the bunker Ella was still sleeping. I gathered her things from the trunk and Dean decided to carry her to bed rather than wake her. He said she had gone through enough for one day and that she needed the rest.

Ellas' POV

I woke up in a warm bed and was surprised by my surroundings. I am not in my bedroom. It took me a minute to remember where I was. The memories of yesterday passed through my mind as I processed where I was.

I heard someone walking around in the hall, I'm assuming, that was outside my door. I took a wild guess on which brother it would be and called out, "Sam?"

The room knob turned and a second later Sams head popped in. He gave me a small smile before stepping into my room.

"Hey, I didn't know you'd be up so early?" He spoke with a sweet voice.

"What time is it?" I started to feel around for my phone, finding it as Sam answered my question.

"6:30 a.m." He spoke quickly. "I've got some breakfast down stared of you want some."

Then began the debate on whether I should stay in the warm bed or listen to my stomachs callings. I finally decided to listen to my stomach and followed Sam to kitchen. On the stove was a pan with cinnamon roles on it and he told me the drinks were in the fridge. I looked into the fridge and a sigh of happiness escaped my lips as I saw a gallon of chocolate milk on the top shelf.

I fixed my plate and drink before following Sam once more, but this time to the living room, and sitting on the couch. I switched the TV station from the news to some cartoons, much to Sams dismay, and began to eat my breakfast.

About an hour an half later Sam and I were still on the couch and Dean was coming down the stairs.

"Hey, Looney Tunes." Dean smiled lazily as he shoved his hands into the pocket of his bathrobe.

"Dean, do you mind running to the store later? There's a few things I need." Sam asked, looking up from his book. 

Dean grumbled a few words on his way to the kitchen but we could hear an audible okay leave his lips.

It wasn't long after he ate that he got dressed and went to the store.

Deans' POV

If Sam is going to make me go to.the store to get things for his arts and crafts materials or whatever they are then I might as well get some pie. He's not here to stop me either.

I was trying to decide which flavor I would get when a voice from behind me distracted me.

"You have something I want." It was a voice I'd recognize anywhere. Good Ole Crowley.

"And what would that be?" I ask, grabbing a pie and throwing it into the buggy.

"Ella."

My brows furrowed in confusion and a million questions ran through my mind. The main one being, why would he want Ella?