A/N: Hey y'all. So, I came up with this story...3 weeks ago, and I figured with school starting and all, I should probably write a lot of it so I could actually update (sorry about that). I ended up FINISHING the whole thing. Of course, each chapter needs to be edited but that will not take long.
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Rated M for lots of cursing and some (a tiny smidge) mature content (suggestion of rape). IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT BE WARNED.
Chapter 1
We all sat by the bonfire, the flames illuminating certain sections of our faces. The smell of burning wood and graham crackers filled the air, and I smile. I was happy. It was nearing the end of summer, and my mom wanted to have a final beach party in honor of our 'dying freedom.'
"You'll be back to enslavement before you know it." Mom joked, and the parents laughed.
This enslavement that she talked of was our senior year of high school. Jesus, high school was almost over! I could hardly believe it. I'd have to decide on colleges soon.
Makayla shrugged. "Oh it's not so bad, Mrs. Rogers. Except for Ines, of course." She winked at me.
"Hey now!" I reached over and pinched her leg, exactly where I know her pressure point is. She squealed and halfheartedly slapped my hand.
The joking continued, and we roasted marshmallows over the fire, trying (mostly failing) to get a perfect golden crust around the edge. After we'd been all smoked out, we stood up and made our way towards the house. Mom pulled me over to the side and smiles. "I've got a present for you." She beamed as she pulls out a necklace from her pocket. It had a small talisman on the end, some weird shape that I've never seen before, but something about it just made me feel warm on the inside. Mom worked in a motel on the outside of town, so whenever people left stuff in their rooms, she always gave it to me. I'd acquired a collection over the years, full of buttons, contact solution, and bracelets, to name a few. This was by far the nicest thing someone had ever left.
"It's so pretty. I love it, Mom." I beamed, taking the necklace from her as I pull her into a hug.
A shriek pierced the night, and I whipped around. Makayla's Mom, Mrs. O'Connor, was rolling around on the grass, small flames licking her dress. Makayla screamed and patted the flames with her skirt. The fire slowly slowly went out, and Makayla sighed.
"What happened?" Mom asked in shock, and Mrs. O'Connor shakily stood up with Makayla's help.
"I under estimated how strong the fire was. I went to go around it and I guess my dress just went right into the flames. I'm alright, just a little flustered."
Now I know that this was where everything started. I didn't see it at first; how could I? But now I knew that everything began with the necklace.
I wish Mom had never found it.
"Damn it." Sam cursed, searching through his bag as they stood in a motel room in Pennsylvania, and Dean gave him a look.
"Why are you so grumpy?" Dean asked accusingly, plopping his bag back down on the bed.
"I can't find something." Sam muttered, giving up his search in the bag and pulling the sheets back from his bed.
"Like what, your wallet?"
"No."
"What then?"
Sam was silent and continued looking.
"Dude, what is it, I'll help you look." Dean pressed on, slightly annoyed that they weren't on the road. They didn't really have anywhere to go, he just couldn't sit still.
"It's your necklace." Sam replied quietly, throwing the pillows off the bed and feeling down below the headboard.
Dean stopped, his eyebrows knitting together. "My necklace? Why do you still have it? You heard Cas, it's worthless."
"I don't know! Shut up and help me look!" Sam replied angrily, his frustration rising as more and more time passed without any fruit from his searching. After ten minutes, Sam made Dean stop.
"You must've left it somewhere." Dean spread his hands wide. "I mean, it couldn't have just vanished."
Sam nodded, grabbing his bag in frustration out the door. Dean made some sort of noise that sounded like 'finally', and followed him out the door.
"Well, maybe you lost it a few days ago, when we were in Illinois?" Dean suggested. "We can check out the motel there, see if any of the cleaning staff found anything."
Sam nodded, flinging his bag in the back of the trunk as Dean opened it, and getting into the passenger seat without saying another word.
Dean threw his bag on top of Sam's, throwing up his hands. "Fan-freakin-tastic!"
The sun woke me up, and I blinked my eyes open and rolled over, wishing I had closed the blinds last night. I'd been looking at the moon, since it had decided to go completely orange and make it seem like the world was going to end. It was beautiful, and in no way an apocalyptic sign, so decidedly I leaned against at the window sill and stared.
I noisily got out of bed, gazing at my alarm clock. 11:37. Great, I missed breakfast. That throws off my whole eating schedule for today. And tomorrow. And the day after. I sighed, getting out of bed and stumbling towards the kitchen, still craving a bagel even though it was past the time. The necklace mom had given me bounced against my chest as I toasted my bagel, and I smiled. Something about that necklace just made me happier. Maybe because it was from my mom. She was already gone for work all day, so I wouldn't see her until 5:30. That means I've got the whole day to myself. I grinned, grabbing the home phone and taking my half toasted bagel into my room. "We're gonna have some fun today."
"Hi, um..."
Mrs. Rodgers looked up at the man who stood before her. She was in her cleaning clothes, standing outside one of the rooms.
"Amy." The man finished, seeing her name tag. There were two men, actually, both ruggedly handsome.
"What can I do for ya?" Amy replied, smiling and wiping her hands on a dirty towel on her cart. "The main office is just up there if you're looking for a room."
"We were actually wondering if you cleaned room 107 a few days ago?" The other man asked, butting in.
Amy gave them a look. "That's a very specific question."
"Sorry, my name's Dean, this is my brother Sam. We stayed here a few nights back and I think we think he may have left something in the room, and I was wondering if you'd found anything when you were cleaning up." Dean apologized, putting on a broad smile.
"Well let's see, would this be Thursday of last week? Oh, of course, I remember you fella's! Stayed here for a couple 'a days, then got the hell out early Thursday. You mind tellin' me what you're looking for? I find a lot of crap."
"It's a necklace, it's got a little talisman on the end? Sorry, it's just that it means a lot to me." Sam hurriedly responded. Dean gave him a small look, but the turned his attention back to Amy.
Damn, that's the necklace I gave Ines. Amy thought for a second, and she hoped it looked like she was trying to remember if she'd seen anything. She finally decided. "No, I don't think I saw anything like that."
"Well, do you mind if we take a quick look? If there's no one currently in the room, of course." Sam gave her a small smile, and Amy nodded.
"Yeah, there's no one in there. Just checked out this morning. I hope you boys find what you're looking for!" They won't, but it's ok to wish 'em luck. Best not to tell Ines about this.
"Thank you." Sam replied, and the brothers moved over to the door. Amy took out her master key and opened the room for them.
"Just don't make too much of a mess, I've still gotta clean that one."
Sam nodded.
Amy turned away and returned to her cart, hoping she did the right thing.
They searched for ten minutes, and after they were both unsuccessful, the brothers glumly slid into the Impala.
"I'm sorry we couldn't find it, Sam." Dean said as he watched Sam stare at the road.
"Yeah, well, what I don't understand is how I could've lost it." Sam sighed.
Dean changed gears. "I'm hungry, let's go to that diner we passed."
"Hey, you wanna go down to the diner? I'm craving a hamburger and I can't cook for jack-squat." Makayla asked over the phone, and I perked up.
"I thought you'd never ask. I've been living off bagels and cheese sticks all day." I hung up as I grabbed my purple scarf and threw my flip flops on. It's summer, dammit, I'll wear flip flops when I want. I quickly locked up the house and raced down the steps, sliding into the car. It only took five or ten minutes to get to the diner, but I turned the radio on anyway. I pulled into the diner and whistled. Someone had good taste in cars. Wait, is that a...it is! "A '67 Impala! Holy shit!" I pulled in across the small lot and excitedly hopped out, taking out my phone and snapping a picture. "Now that's just awesome."
I walked into the diner, a smile on my face. I grabbed a spot at the counter and waited for Makayla. I looked around trying to imagine who would be the lucky owner of the Impala. It definitely wasn't someone in town, I would've found it by now if it was. There were two guys sitting in the corner booth, probably somewhere in their twenties or thirties. God, were they smoking. Probably gay, though. That's what I thought until I spotted one staring at me. "What're you looking at?" I asked, crinkling my eyebrows.
"You were taking pictures of my car." The man replied, a playful smile on his face.
"So you're the one with the Impala. That's one nice car you've got there."
"Gotta love a girl with good taste in cars. So you've gotta be the one with the 68 Road Runner."
I nodded. "Yep. Found it in the dump. Took a fortune, but I finally fixed it up."
"It shows." The man raised his eyebrows, peering out the window. "I'm Dean, by the way. This is my brother, Sam." The other guy turned around, and gave a slightly annoyed wave, but nice enough. At this point I was fully turned around on my stool, committed to a conversation.
"Ines. Good to meet you." I replied. Dean looked at me, and then something caught his eye. He averted his glance, and took a huge sip of his coffee. Gladly, I didn't have to question him about this, because Makayla walked in the door, all smiles and laughter.
All through our meal I could feel Dean's eyes boring into the back of my head. Makayla asked me if something was wrong, but I shook my head and changed the subject. We finished quickly, and Makayla's phone rang. I could hear her mom's voice on the other end, shouting about coming home and cleaning something.
"I've got to go, mother's a calling." Makayla sighed, giving me a hug. "I'll talk to you later."
"Ok!" I replied. "Hey, I'm gonna stop at the store on the way home, do you need anything?"
"Nope, I'm good. Drive safe!"
"You, too." I replied, and Makayla left after slapping a ten down on the counter. I followed suit, saying, "Keep the change." And moving on. As I was walking out, I noticed Dean was staring at me still, and when he saw that I was looking his way, he averted his eyes to Sam. I walked out quickly, starting the engine as fast as I could. I really didn't like how he was staring at me.
"Sam!" Dean hissed as soon as the girl, Ines, left the small diner.
"What, Dean?" Sam asked, looking confused at Dean then following his gaze. "Oh, hell, no, dude, she doesn't even look like she's out of college!"
"What?" Dean gave Sam an equally confused look. "No, Sam, she was wearing my necklace."
Sam's eyes bugged out and turned around, searching for the girl. She was starting her car and pulling out. Dean was out of his chair in a second. Sam hurriedly threw a twenty and a few singles down on the table, and their server looked with disgust as they hurried out the door. "Kids these days!"
As soon as I got on the road my troubles faded to the back of my mind. I had to park a couple blocks down from the old store, seeing as it had no proper parking lot, and I walked in, grabbing a small basket. I grabbed some milk and started looking to see if they had disposable razors when something caught my attention. The store had huge open paned windows, showing the whole block and more. A little of to the side, parked on the other side of the street, was the Impala. My heart skipped a beat. Holy fuck. They're like child molesters or something, holy shit, I should've listened to Mom. Talking to strangers, what are you thinking?
I quickly finished shopping, trying to pretend that everything was normal as I pulled out my phone. I paid and waited with bated breath for Makayla to answer. She picked up, and I sighed as I walked out of the store. My car was to the left, past where the Impala was parked. I'd have to pretend to not see it. "Hey, Makayla!" I answered, smiling and pretending to be completely absorbed in my conversation.
"Hey, what's going on? Something wrong?"
I kept my facial expressions the same, happy and oblivious; but on the inside I was a wreck. "Do you remember those super cute boys from the diner?" I smiled, tossing my hair back. I passed the Impala, and I heard the engine rev a little.
"Oh, yeah! They were so hot! What about them?"
"I think they're following me!" I laughed, pretending what Makayla had said was scandalous and hilarious. "Like, this is Supernatural level shit I am not kidding, girl."
"You better not be shitting me right now, I'm about to turn this car around."
"Do it, now, I'm freaking out."
"Doing it, turning around. Oh my god. Wait, Supernatural? What has that got to do with anything?"
"Can we please just focused on me not getting raped right now?" I casually looked in the corner of my eye, seeing if the Impala had moved. It hadn't. Unfortunately, I saw a flash of plaid walking along the opposite side of the street.
"Right, right, oh my god. Ok, are there any big groups of people around you? Rapists are less likely to attack you if you're around more people."
"No, no, just a couple people here and there. Makayla, I don't want to get raped!"
"You won't, you know tae kwon do. Just relax. Are you near your car?"
"Tae kwon do? Are you serious? Umm, a block or so."
"Get in your car and drive. I'm coming."
"Alright, I'm gonna call you back as soon as I get in the car."
"If I don't hear from you in five minutes I'm calling the cops. I'm calling the cops anyway, but then I'll call the cops again. Oh my god, Ines, be careful."
"I will." I hung up.
A/N: Sorry that's so short...I didn't divide into chapters when I was writing this so I'm having to go through again and divide where I think is good...THERE WILL BE LONGER STUFF. PLEASE R/R!