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On the Road Again

Chapter 1

What Happened to That?

The idea for this series came from chaosgenes. Thanks so much for the push.

When Darlene pulled into the Wash n' Go she saw a big, black, shiny car sitting in the sun outside the door. The gleaming chrome grill was like the smiling teeth of a lion and the vehicle seemed to bask in the afternoon heat. She pulled up next to it, parked and started pulling her laundry bags out of the back seat.

Peering through the window she saw a couple of people, including two big guys, already doing their laundry and she hesitated for a moment. Then she took her courage in both hands, kicked her paranoia to the curb and starting dragging the bags into the Laundromat.

One of the guys, who had been sitting down reading a newspaper, immediately got to his feet and opened the door for her, reaching out to pick up one of her bags.

"That's a lot of laundry you have there," he said, smiling down from way over her head. "Those bags are almost bigger than you."

He helped her all the way to the washers, the perfect gentleman, and Darlene's inner alarms were soothed. She noticed that, in spite of being a giant, he had a sweet, gentle voice and the softest hazel eyes and long, beautiful hair that cried out for her to run her fingers through.

He sat back down and picked up his paper again after making sure that Darlene was all settled. She looked around the place, hunting for his wife. He gave that overwhelming impression of a husband waiting for his wife to finish the laundry. She had seen whole lines of guys stalled out in those chairs on a Sunday morning, reading their papers and sneaking looks at their watches.

There weren't that many people in the place and she sort of wanted to congratulate some woman on making such a fine catch from the matrimonial fishing hole.

Just then the other big guy she had noticed through the window came over and kicked Tall guy's foot.

"Hey bitch," he growled. "What the hell is this, Sam? What happened here?" He waved a pair of jeans in Tall Guy's face.

Darlene waited for the explosion but instead Sam, his name was Sam she realized, reached out and took the pair of jeans from Grumpy guy.

"Don't know, jerk." Sam replied. "It's green. Maybe it's ectoplasm from that Spector last week. Maybe it's grass stains from the graveyard. I don't know. You're the one who takes care of our laundry. "

Sam stood and grabbed Grumpy guy by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a brief, crushing kiss.

Then Sam turned him around and smacked his ass. "Go on, get to work, Dean. I don't want to be here all day."

Darlene's brain skittered off the track for a moment. So many questions caused a neuron traffic jam in her head. Ectoplasm? Graveyard? Spector? But most of all, the major cause of the short circuit behind her eyes was the question, This was the little woman? This big, 6 foot tall, green eyed gem was the wife?

Another section of her brain lit up. That was the hottest picture, ever. She'd hold that thought and take it out later to play with.