Veronica aka Roni's POV
"I told you Mr. Ventan, I cant fix your sink right now," I explain to my costumer.
"Well why not," the old man asks me for the 30th time.
"Because I need to order new parts that will take about a week to arrive," I say again. He wiggles his glasses up and down and sighs to himself. He mumbles and walks away and I leave his apartment room.
"I hate this damn job," I mumble to myself when I get outside. As soon as I get back to main desk, I tell them to place the order for the sink parts. My boss comes out and tells me I have to fix an air conditioner before I can leave for the night. I fixed it with no problem, and headed back to my apartment.
"Bella?" I ask, seeing if my roommate/best friend was home from the restaurant. She wasn't, so I sit down on the couch and watch some TV, thinking about my day at work. You know, people always wonder why they have a girl mechanic fixing all there broken shit. My father was, and he taught me when I was little. I didn't go to college for this, or anything, but I needed a job and this is what I was good at. I like working with tools and getting my hands dirty. I was never some silly prep girl with blonde hair and bubble gum. I was always in jeans and a baggy t shirt. My dad, was good at all this stuff. He taught me about cars and guns as well, and I loved every bit of it.
"Roni?" I hear my roommate enter our apartment.
"In the living room!" I call out to her.
"Guess what?" she asks sitting down next to me.
"What?" I ask.
"I got two weeks vacation time! We can take that road trip finally!" She says.
"Finally! When do you wanna go?" I ask.
"Soon. I need a break," she sighs.
"Same. How about we leave tomorrow after work?" I suggest.
"Lets do it!"
"So where to first?"
"How about Charlotte, North Carolina?" she says looking at a map.
"Sounds good. North Carolina here we come!"
Sam's POV
"Dean, where are we headed again?" I ask him after waking up from the night in the impala.
"Charlotte North Carolina," He says.
"Why?" I ask.
"Cuz we have a case," He says.
"What's it about?" I ask sitting up in full attention now.
"We have two people dead from supposed animal attacks. But its our kind of thing because both vics necks slash throats have been ripped out. Now what does that sound like to you, Sammy?" He asks.
"Uh, vamps?"
"Vamps," he answer quickly after me. "God I hate those frigging sons of bitches," He says. I chuckle a little, and then look outside at the road signs.
"Dean we are still awhile outside of Charlotte, and I have slept. I can drive if you want," I offer. He nods and pulls over to the side. We switch and with in ten minutes he's out like a light.
"North Carolina here we come," I mumble to myself.