I don't know when these chapters take place in the show. This fic is light and fluffy, maybe smut later I don't know. Don't take the timeline too seriously.

Note to bolt wolf, can't write your chapter until I get some sort of communication with you.

Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't owned by me. Also, not old enough to drive so I'm just going with what I think is true.

...She would drive the Impala. (AKA: Rule 1 is dumb.)

"Oh please. That wasn't my fault!" Meg protested hotly.

"He knows." Sam referred to Dean. "He just doesn't want to blame himself."

"Okay, okay." Dean held up his hands, then winced at the pain that lanced up his arm. "It wasn't your fault Meg."

In their most recent hunt the Winchesters were wounded, both had lost a lot of blood. Castiel was somewhere in Heaven, unable to come and help them. They'd been in no state to drive, so Meg had offered. She'd driven it once (through a sign,) but they had been desperate to get to a hospital. She hadn't made it twenty feet however, before almost hitting a tree. The responsibility had fallen on Dean, who's arm was broken and had slashes all up and down his back. Sam couldn't drive because he was unconscious.

"What do we do if this happens again?" Meg had escaped with only a flesh wound, she'd ended up killing the monster from the back so she hadn't gotten the brunt of his attacks.

Sam chuckled, knowing what Dean would have to do.

"We'll have to break rule one," The older Winchester said reluctantly.

"So what do you already know?" Dean sat in the passenger seat, Meg in the driver's. Sam was safe at the bunker claiming to have copious amounts of research. For what, the demon and Dean had no idea.

"This is the gas." Meg unthinkingly pressed her foot on it and the car jolted forward. "Sorry."

"Is that all?" Dean asked once he'd recovered from the adventure his heart had taken into his throat.

"All I had to do was drive through a sign. You never said anything about the windshield wipers and turn signals." Meg pointed out.

"Okay, this is the turn signal..."

He told her what position her hands should be on the wheel, how to do a shoulder check, and why she shouldn't run over things for 'points'.

"But a moose is like fifty points!" She argued.

"Do that in some other car, this one's already hit a dog." Dean tapped the stereo. "Next lesson, don't touch this."

"What is it?" She reached for a button and he slapped her hand away. "Jeez okay! No touchie."

"Think you can drive us back?" Dean asked warily.

"Let's see."

"What I miss?" Castiel's lighthearted smile faded as he caught sight of a fuming Dean and a howling with laughter Sam.

"Dean tried to teach Meg how to drive the Impala." Sam said between chuckles.

"I taught her fine! She was doing great until she saw this moose. Moose aren't even native here!" Dean cried out.

"What did she do?" The angel furrowed his brow.

"Let's just say it ended with her yelling 'fifty points!'," Dean said. "She was driving fine before."

"Damn right I was." The demon emerged. "Clarence, where ya been?"

"There's still much happening in Heaven." He answered.

"Let me show you my driving skills." Meg smirked at Dean's look of horror. "You said I was good!"

"Just don't hit any moose. Or trees! Or people!" He was still talking when Meg and Castiel had left the room, much to Sam's amusement.

"So what did Dean teach y-" Castiel's words were smothered by Meg's finger.

"Oh, I taught myself this." She grinned mischievously as she pushed him into the passenger's seat. "I saw this on a TV show."

"Saw what?" He was still confused, but not unhappy at how things were going.

"This."

"What the hell?" Dean listened to the sounds of some pop song from the Top 40 boom through the car.

"Did you...?" Sam went to fix the station, but was slapped away.

"No, I didn't change it. Someone else did." He turned to face the back where Meg and Castiel were studiously ignoring him.

"Oops?" Meg shrugged.

"It wasn't her fault." Castiel cut in. "I fell on it and probably hit something."

"You...fell on it." Sam repeated slowly.

"Okay I don't want to know how that happened." Dean grumbled. "Rule one has officially gone to Hell. You two don't even obey rule two-"

"I'm a demon, I told you I don't do rules. I don't know what his excuse is," Meg jerked a thumb at Castiel.

"You're very good at corrupting people." Castiel said.

"Anyways," Dean interrupted. "That leaves rule three."

"Relax Dean, not planning on breaking that one." Meg rolled her eyes, seen by Dean in the rearview mirror. "Hey, do I get a driver's license?"

"No."

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