Elena's pov:
After everything that had happened, I had fallen asleep in the backseat. I woke up in a motel room with Sam and Dean bickering.
"What's with all the yelling?" I asked, irritated. They both looked at me with confused faces. "We're not even talking that loud." Dean said, laughing. "Well, you guys are pretty loud to me." I said, sighing. "How long have I been out?" I asked. "A while. We found a case. A college professor had been killed from falling off a building on the campus." Sam answered.
"Alright then. Let's go." I said, walking towards the door. "Wait, don't you think we should talk about it first?" Dean said. "Just act like news reporters like you guys usually do." I said, with a 'duh' look. I processed what I had just said, and I wanted shoot myself. "I've seen you guys do it a lot so, yeah." I said, explaining. I'm so embarassing. Sheesh. Sam laughed and Dean grabbed his keys.
"Come on, weirdo." he said, addressing to me. I glared but followed. I went in the backseat and we heard the same music over and over again. "Is that all you listen to?" I asked, laughing. "Pretty much." Sam said, rolling his eyes. "It's classic. You wouldn't know, you're like 18." Dean said, laughing.
"Actually, I'm 25. Thanks for asking," I said, sarcastically. Dean looked at me through the rear-view mirror. "Are you serious?" he asked, astonished. Sam looked just as shocked. "Yeah, October 29th, 1981." I said. "So, you're older than Sammy here? Wow, Sam you look old." Dean said, teasing Sam. "Shut up." Sam said, looking at the window, trying to hide a smile. I let out a laugh. I took out my cell phone and put in my ear phones. They would talk while I would listen to my music.
"Impossible, Impossible, Impossible," I sang along to the song, as quiet as I could. "And my heart is broken, all my scars are open..." I continued. I didn't notice the car halt to a stop. "Is that really you singing?" Sam asked. Dean gave me a creeped out look. "Is it really that bad?" I asked, hurt. "No, it's just weird for someone to sing in the car, that's all." Dean said, the car moving again. After a while, we finally made it. I opened the door and walked inside.
"Wait, you can't just walk in. You need like an I.D or something right?" Dean asked. "Trust me, I've got this." I said, with a wink. I went to the office and gave my best smile. "May I help you?" the office lady asked. "Actually yes, I'm a news reporter here about the incident with the college professor committing suicide?" I said, focusing. "I thought news reporters already got the story." she said. "Well, they aren't exactly the best writers are they? We need permission to talk to the students, and ask them questions, that is okay, right?" I said, insisting. "Yes, anything is alright for the three of you." she said, her expression blank. "Thanks, friend!" I said, sarcastically. I walked over to Sam and Dean and smiled. "I guess we're going in." I said, looking at them.
-time skip-
after going back to the motel, Sam and Dean are arguing again. So immature. Dean is eating fries on Sam's bed while I am helping Sam research. "Dude, you mind not eating those on my bed?" Sam said. Dean looks at him for a second and continues eating it. "No, I don't mind." I try not to laugh. These guys are pretty funny. "How's research going?" Dean asks, knowing the answer yet trying to irritate us. Asshole.
"You know how it's going?" Sam said, slamming his book closed. "Slow. You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer!" he yelled. "You guys fight a lot," I said, laughing. Sam looks at me and gives me a are-you-serious look. "Could you turn that down, please?" Sam said, irritated. "Yeah, absolutely." Dean said, and turned the music up, much louder. "You know what? Maybe you should go somewhere for a while." Sam said, glaring. "Hey, that's a great idea. I'd love to, unfortunately my car is all screwed to hell." he said, giving Sam a look. "Dean, I told you, I didn't do--"
