#sister!readerxsam

“Do you want to learn or not?”

“Of course, yeah, let me just… get dressed.”

So, you may, or may not, have ended up choking on your cereal. You also totally didn’t continue to choke as you, safely, ran to your room to throw some clothes on and brush your teeth. You sprinted out into the centre of the bunker where Sam and Dean were both chuckling as you showed that you were ready.

“No, you aren’t.”

“What do you mean? I’m dressed.”

“He means you aren’t ready to go driving, Y/N.”

“Yes, I am Sammy!”

You started to get frustrated, beginning to believe that they were just playing games with you rather than actually teaching you to drive.

“Your feet.”

You looked down, you still had slippers on from when you went into the bathroom. The floor of the bunker was normally warm, but the tile floors of the bathrooms were always freezing.

“Oh…”

Sam had wandered down to your bedroom to get you a pair of socks and suitable driving shoes. The boys had seen your expression change and apparently had decided to play nice.

“Are you both coming?”

“Well, I don’t expect you want to be alone with Dean when you smash up the car?”

“I’m not going to be that bad!”

“Still, do you want to chance it?”

“No.”

So all three of you exited the bunker and got settled in the Impala. For a moment, Dean definitely forgot he wasn’t driving. After you actually shoved him to the right side of the car, you hopped into the driver’s seat.

“Right, so put the key in the ignition.”

“Dean, I know how to start a car, even with a key.”

“I know, wait, what?”

You ignored Dean’s question and reached for the aux cord, gracefully added in secret by Sam, and plugged it into your phone. You decided you’d need something not too distracting, but of course you could choose whatever you wished to hear, and whatever Dean didn’t.

As the opening to Status Quo played, obviously from High School Musical, played in the car you watched Dean for his reaction.

“Turn it off.”

“Nope.”

“You can’t listen to music and learn to drive.”

“Sure I can.”

“Can you at least play something else?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

You and Sam looked each other dead in the eye and turned to Dean.

“Driver picks the music, Shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

Dean snapped his head around and raised his eyebrows, almost as if he was in disbelief that you’d actually used his own retort against him.