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. Neither do the songs. Maybe I'll get them for Christmas. Oh sister dear, since I'm basing my main female character on you and everything…
Author's Note: The full chapter is finally here! Whoo!!!!! Sorry about the longness of it all, stupid school, gets in the way of everything. Oh and the whole crashing of my computer and stupidness of my USB didn't help. Ah well, I'm back on track now and, being holidays and all, I'm hoping to get a lot of writing done. Songs are at the bottom of the page. Constructive criticism is good, but flames never helped anyone. Oh, and I finally have a beta. Thanks so much JJaneru. The help is appreciated.
"Well anyway," Sam interrupts before it can go any further, "We should get back to the hotel. After all, you have so many things to do and you need a good nights sleep."
"Yeah, you're right. So let's go!" Ella runs to the car. Then she yells before Dean and Sam say anything, "I bags shotgun with…privileges!" They look at each other.
"What kind of privileges?" Dean asks.
Sam laughs.
"Well, you know the shotgun rule?"
"Of course! Driver picks the music..."
"Shotgun shuts his cakehole." Ella finishes with him. "Well, that rule doesn't apply."
She gives him her biggest cheesiest smile, while pulling out her iPod. Dean doesn't look all that happy about it, but agrees anyway.
"Fine! But if I hear a single lyric that's from...Ashlee Simpson or...Hilary Duff or..."
"I think she gets the idea, Dean."
"Whatever. Just if I hear one piece of bad music..."
"I'll be over in the backseat before I can say 'That's not fair!'?"
"Uh...yeah. That's right."
Ella smiles and enters the car as soon as her door is unlocked. Dean and Sam climb into the car as well.
"Alright. Let's get this party started." Dean starts the car and 'Movin' On'by Bad Company comes on.
I get up in the morning and it's just another day,
Pack up my belongings, I've got to get away.
Jump in to a taxi and the time is gettin' tight,
I go to keep on movin' I got a show tonight.
"Sorry sweetie, but I don't feel like this song." Ella tells him and fiddles around with the radio.
"What are you doing?" Dean asks her.
"You'll see." Ella smirks.
Dean looks in the rear view mirror and sees a look of amusement on Sam's face. He catches his brother's eye. "What's she doing?"
Sam just laughs. "You'll see."
"You're just as bad as each other." Dean grumbles.
"There! All finished. Now let's see what we're listening to."
Dean and Sam look at Ella apprehensively. That is, until the music starts.
"I know this song." Sam exclaims. Ella smiles.
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
'Cause that's just ridiculously on.
"Oh my God! I love this song!" Sam tells her.
"Then sing along with me."
Well, she sure is going to get it,
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines line the walls now,
The walls line the bullet holes.
"Sam! Stop singing!" Dean shouts.
Have some composure,
Where is your posture?
Oh, no, no.
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrong
"Ella! Change the song!"
"Fine! But don't deny that you liked it." She skips to the next song.
"Hey, this one sounds pretty good." Dean tells her.
Ella just smiles.
You're as cold as ice,
You're willing to sacrifice our love
"This is more like it." Dean says. Sam just groans.
Ella lets out a little laugh and starts singing along with Dean.
You never take advice,
Someday you'll pay the price,
I know
"Change the song Ella. Please." Sam asks nicely.
Ella just sighs.
"That's it. One more song that neither of you guys want, and it's the radio."
She changes the song again. For the last time.
Ella knows this, but she just wants to torture them for making her skip two of her favourite songs.
We'll do it all
Everything
On our own
"Oh no." Sam and Dean say simultaneously.
"Oh yes." Ella replies.
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
"What is this? Some form of cruel and unusual torture?" Dean asks Ella.
"Naturally." She replies, completely deadpan. Then she turns it off.
"Fine, radio time."
She figures out how to put the radio on but they are only half listening. That is, until…
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you guys hearing what I'm hearing?" Dean asks incredulously.
Silently you slip in,
And totally change everything.
Suddenly I hear you breathing,
And now I am sinking like a stone.
"Is it just me, or does that sound like she's having sex with a guy?" Dean asks, half sickened, only half.
"Just you." Ella tells him.
"The singer probably just means something mental." Sam explains.
"What he said."
"Fine, but I'm changing the radio to another station either way."
A couple of minutes later………
"Oh, not again."
"What is it now, Dean?" Sam asks his bigger brother.
"Nothing Sammy, just another person singing about sex."
"Sure, sure." Ella says.
"No, seriously. Listen."
What makes the one to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound.
Say now you want to shake me too,
Move down to me, slip into you.
"I know this song. It's by one of my favourite bands." Ella says.
She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin,
Touch sight tastes like fire.
Hands do now what eyes no longer defend,
Hands to fuel desire.
"Alright, that is SO wrong. And I happen to know there are no more radio stations in this area." Ella tells the boys.
"Great." Dean says sarcastically.
"I think you can live without music for a little while Dean, we're almost at the motel." Sam enlightens them.
"Hey, we are, I know that tree." Ella says, with a little smile.
Dean snorts with laughter and Sam expels some air to show he's amused.
Author's Note: Okay, the songs are, in order of appearance, Movin' On by Bad Company, Time to Dance by Panic! at the Disco, Cold as Ice by Foreigner, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, Sink Like a Stone by Stephanie McIntosh and Dance Inside by The All-American Rejects.
Oh, and LynyrdSkynyrdRoadie, I do realize it's In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, I just made it In The Garden of Eden for a friend, because she says it's cool like that, because the song sounds so evil.
Also, there you go Cassie. Your idea is in my story, do you feel special now? lol
How do these notes always become so long?