Sammy's Girl

Chapter 3- New ability

Sam's POV

I watched as Cas reached inside her to see which angel had blessed her. He pulled his hand out and looked at us.

"It was definitely an angel who blessed her, but this angel has died since she was born. The angel's name was Gabriel." Castiel said.

"Wait gabriel, like as in the trickster Gabriel?" Dean said.

"Yes him. That is why she can change her appearance, and probably can do more we just haven't found out yet." He said while looking as Lizzie.

"So Gabriel huh, does he like a lot of sweets?" Lizzie said waking up.

"Yeah. How did you know about that?" I ask.

"Well i have met a guy named gabriel who told me he was going to make my life better and he was always eating sweets and i could've sworn a few times i saw wings but disregarding it. Let's see this was about 10 years ago so i was 5." Lizzie says as she gets up and walks over to the door.

"Where do you think you are going?" i ask.

"Well there is a place you go when you want to get food, it's called a grocery store." She replied sarcastically.

"Not alone you aren't. Dean please go with her and make sure she doesn't get into trouble." i say to Dean.

Lizzie's POV

"Can i drive your car on the way home, please?" i ask him doing my best puppy eyes.

"Fine, do you even know how to drive?" He asks me.

"Of course i do." i reply not looking at him.

We arrive at the store and we head in. i grab a cart and head down to the produce section. I grab a salad and set it into the cart.

"Yep you are Sammy's daughter." he said.

"No this is for Sam, salads are gross, plus what's wrong with being Sammy's daughter?" i ask.

"Oh nothing.'' he mumbled, clearly surprised i don't like salads.

We walk over to the junk food area and we grab some chips and some ramen. I put some soda into the cart while Dean puts some beer in. i look at him and smile. It seemed weird how he wasn't my dad, considering how alike we are. We go checkout and put our groceries into the trunk. We walk around the front when he tosses me the keys. I catch them and smile.

Dean's POV

I got into the passenger's side and Lizzie gets into the driver's side. She starts the car, we drive down the road, she holds the steering wheel with white knuckles. We start to drift off the road. Lizzie Screams and let's go of the steering wheel, i quickly grab it right before we crash. She turns the car off and gets out and doesn't say anything. I walk over to her and hug her. She starts crying.

"It's ok Lizzie, look we don't have to tell Sam, ok?" i say to her. She nods. "Was that you're first time?" she nods.

"I thought it was like riding a bike that everyone knows how to do, but i was wrong, i'm sorry Dean. i swear i didn't mean to." She said between sobs.

"Let's go back to the motel."

We get back to the motel and grab our bags from the trunk and set them in on the table. Sam looks at Lizzie, then at me. I shake my head. We start to eat our food in silence. I look over at Sam who looks confused.

"We should probably get back to the bunker." Sam says looking at me, then at Lizzie. She nods and gets up and puts the plastic dishes into the trash then gathers up her stuff. She sits on the bed with her knees pulled up to her chest, with her bags on the floor next to her. Sam and I get our things all pack up and we all go into the impala.

Lizzie's POV

We got into the impala. Dean driving and Sam next to him. I sat in the back and started looking out the window, thinking about what Cas had said. She probably has other "powers" that we don't know about. Well maybe i can do something other than change my eye color. I looked at my red hair that was still a mess from not brushing it this morning. I wonder if i can change the color of it. I thought of what i would change it to. Let's try something subtle at first incase Sam and Dean notice. I concentrated really hard. I looked at my hair that was slowly changing from red to purple. I smiled. So i can change my hair color, well this should come in handy. I looked over at Sam who looked tired and mad about something.

"Sam, I told you Driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean said.

"Yeah but no one wants to listen to your songs Dean." Sam said.

"Well Sam, if the rule is that driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cakehole, then i think you need to shut your cakehole, however since the rules don't say anything about the backseat complaining, that means i can complain, right Dean?" i ask, earning myself a glare from Sam.

"Yes you are right i guess, but you can't complain now." Dean said looking at me through the rearview mirror.

"Why would I, it's AC/DC, Dean." i said.

He looked at me again. "Are you sure you aren't my kid?" he said with a laugh.

Sam looked at me, "was your hair always Purple?"

"Yeah."

"No i remember it as Red." Dean said.

"Probably the lightning than, cause it has always been purple." i say with a smile. They finally noticed.

Sam pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of my hair. I looked at him in confused manner. "For future purposes." he said plainly.

I shake my head, and go back to wondering what i can do.

We stop at a gas station, to fuel up and i quickly explained to Dean that the backseat was the best place to sleep. He looked at me like he didn't believe me. He got into the back anyways. I walked into the bathroom at the gas station with a smile, knowing the front seat was mine now. I closed the door behind me. I looked into the mirror and made my hair change to a bright blue, with streaks of purple. Satisfied with how it looked i walked out and got into the front seat of the impala. I pulled my hood over my hair before anyone noticed. Dean got into the back and laid down across the seat, while Sam got into the front. When we had been driving for only about 10 minutes i looked around and made sure no one else was on the road. I pulled down my hood. Sam looked at me for a second before he veered off the road for a second then quickly getting back on the road.

"What the Hell Sam!" Dean said as he now woke up. He looked at me. "What the Hell Lizzie?"

"Hiya Dean like it?" i asked with a smile.