Disclaimer: The Winchesters don't belong to me. Neither does the Metallicar. If they did, they wouldn't drive around as often as they do and that car would be a lot dirtier. Maybe I'll find them on Ebay. It hasn't failed me yet.

Warning/s: OFC, language

Author's Note: Just thought I would say, my computer has crashed, so it may be a while till the next update. No miracles this time thought, it's full on dead. Also, I've been feeling really uninspired lately so, yeah. Anyway, on with the story. Constructive criticism is good, but flames never helped anyone. I have no beta, just my lovely self and a spell check.

"Well, this has been fun boys, but I really must be off. I have an early start tomorrow and a flight to catch in a couple of days and I'm yet to pack. Bye."
Sam looks around the car pack to see where Ella's car is. Dean figures it out first.
"Wait! Where's your car?"
"It's back home. In Australia."
"How did you get here then?"
"It's called walking. Which is how I'm going to get back."
"No you're not!" Dean told her, a little too quickly.
"That just sounded like you were telling me what to do and I don't like people bossing me around."
Before Dean could reply, Sam interrupts. "Ah, Dean. Can you come with me for a second? I need to talk to you privately."
They walk a little away, but not far enough away to lose sight of Ella.
"What?"
"What do you mean 'what'?"
"I mean what?"
"When did you start caring how someone got home?"
"When I started to get a gut feeling that there is something more to this girl. Something that she wants to tell us but isn't. A gut feeling that we have to protect her, no matter what."
Sam considers what Dean says, while looking at Ella. He sees her smiling and laughing at nothing in particular. He sighs.
"As long as you're sure it isn't because you think she's hot, I'm fine with it."
"Well, that too." Dean tells him, as he smirks and starts to walk back towards Ella. Sam follows him.

Sam and Dean walk back over to Ella.
"What's the name of your hotel?" Sam asks her.
"The 'Crazy' Clark motel."
"You know that is one of the dullest places I've ever been to." Dean tells her.
"I know! And I've been to the outback." She starts laughing, but stops as soon as she sees the brother aren't. "And I'm the only one who gets that."
"Well, anyway, you're in luck. That's where we're staying."
"Is that good or bad luck? Now, which is your car? The maniacal automatic Mazda; the too small back seat Suzuki; the not too fast Ford; the horrendous Holden or the beautiful, black, big back seat, hope to never get scratched, wonderfully manual 1967 Chevrolet Impala?"
Dean is speechless, for once in his life, so Sam answers for him.
"The fifth one." Ella looks offended.
"I did not just describe my dream car to have it abbreviated to 'the fifth one'! I learnt stick because of that beautiful..."
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I didn't realise you were so passionate about cars."
"Just 'cause she has such a great taste in cars." Dean tells him.
Ella smirks. "Just 'cause you're jealous."
"I see I'm not going to get anywhere with you two working together." Sam groans. Dean and Ella look at each other.
"We do make a good team. Don't we?"
"A bloody great team."

Author's Note: Hope you found that okay. Don't think there's anything to tell you, except for the whole there may not be an update for a while because of the whole my computer's crashed thing. So, yeah. Alright, I'll let you get on with reading other stories now. Bye!

PS: Yay! The line thingys are working!