Consequences

Mom stories

Chapter 11

Sunday, 2:00 pm

At the store

Ella's POV

I'm at the store, with the guys. Apparently I need new clothes, since all I have are the clothes I've had for years, that barely fit anymore, and whatever clothes the guys have let me borrow because I don't have much of my own. I'm grateful that they care enough to buy me new stuff, but I hate shopping. Especially clothes shopping. I don't know my current size for anything, and Sam keeps telling me to let him see the tags on my clothes. I've turned around to let him look the tag on my shirt, like 80 million times. I'd rather be doing literally anything that doesn't involve clothes shopping. I don't think there's anything that I hate more than buying new clothes. It's not that I don't like buying new clothes. I just don't like having to remember what sizes I wear. It's like the most tiring mental activity ever.

Dean: Now you just need pants.

Ella: I have pants.

Dean: You have a bunch of pairs of our sweatpants, that don't even fit you. You need clothes that fit you, Kid.

Ella: They fit when I tie the strings.

Sam: Don't you want clothes that you don't have to make fit you? Clothes that are already your size?

Ella: Yeah, but I don't like shopping. We've been here forever, and I'm hungry.

Dean: Well we can stop for something to eat on the way home. Right now, you need to pick out a few pairs of pants, so that you can stop stealing ours.

If it'll get us out of this store soon, fine. I'll get some fucking pants. It takes me fucking forever to find pants that fit me. But I found them. And now we can fucking leave. I'm hungry as fuck, and we've been in this store for what feels like forever. I'm not sure that years haven't passed since we walked in here. Sam's been having a great time. Probably the time of his life. But me and Dean wanna go somewhere else. Preferably somewhere with food.

Sam: Why don't you take Ella to the car, and I'll pay for all this?

Dean: You sure?

Sam: Yeah. You guys are obviously tired of being in here. I doubt you wanna stand and wait in this long ass line.

Ella: You're right.

I take the Impala keys and go outside before Dean even has the chance to make up his mind. He can stay in there and wait in that line if he wants to, but I'm gonna be waiting in the car. I get in, and like a minute later, so does Dean. I give him the keys and he starts the car. Now we have to wait for Sam. It's definitely gonna be a while. That line was really long, and there was only one cashier in sight.