Consequences

I'll get it

Chapter 45

A couple days later, Saturday, 11:30 am

In the bunker

Dean's POV

We're about to meet Sam's girlfriend. He decided to invite her over for lunch, last minute. I normally don't like last minute things, but I'll make an exception for this. I've been waiting for, like less than a month, but it feels like forever, too meet this woman. I wanna see the woman who's taken an interest in my brother. I kinda wanna know why, because he's kinda boring. Don't tell him I said that... But it's true. He's kinda boring, so his girlfriend is probably kinda boring, too. I mean, I already know that she's an Algebra teacher, and that's really all I need to know to decide how I feel about her. But I'm gonna wait until I've actually met her, to form an opinion on her. And that's really hard for me. Anyways, I'm on my way to Ella's room, to make sure that she's dressing appropriately for the occasion. I usually don't care about what she wears, as long as it's nothing too revealing. But for something like meeting somebody's significant other, I want her to dress appropriately. And I'm sure that Sam would also want her to dress appropriately, when meeting his girlfriend.

Dean: Ella, you dressed? I call from outside her bedroom door.

Ella: I don't know what shirt to wear.

I've never heard her so upset about clothes. She usually just picks whatever's the first thing in her dresser drawers. She's never really cared what it was.

Dean: It doesn't matter what you wear. It just has to be appropriate.

Ella: It matters to me. I don't want her to judge me.

Dean: Do you think Sam would invite somebody over, who's gonna judge you?

Ella: No. But I wanna wear something that I think she'd like, and I don't know-

Dean: Can I come in?

She opens the door, and she's very obviously stressed. She was fine earlier, but maybe meeting new people stresses her out. I don't know. But she's very obviously not having a good time right now.

Dean: Why can't you just wear what you already have on?

Ella: Because.

Dean: "Because"?

Ella: Yeah.

I look over and see all of her clothes, in a pile on her bed. I don't know what happened in here, but it was obviously enough to stress Ella out. She has clothes. Good clothes. I don't see the problem here.