Author Note: Apologies; I do not know my U.S.A at all, hence the made up town and using a state I remember from somewhere... Hell I don't know New Zealands cities very well and I live there!!! But if you could chuck a suitable name my way I'd love you forever. Love you even more if you review:D This story is written prior to them finding their Dad, when they were really just hunting...Of course I do not own. If I did I wouldn't be here... ;)
Brinceton, Iowa
Gravel crunching underfoot; she placed her suitcase down so she could raise her thumb in the direction of oncoming traffic. Sure enough a rusty ute pulled over and the window wound down.
"It's a bi' dangerous fer a young lass like yourself to be ou' on these roads," an old man smiled a crooked grin with the remaining teeth he had, "Wouldn' want anything ter happen ter yer."
"You going to give me a ride?"
"'Course sweet'eart, but be warned, yer'll be in fer a bumpy ride."
She smiled,
"I think I can handle it."
His grin widened and he leaned over to open the passengers door, "Hop in."
She threw her suitcase in the back and climbed in as he started the engine again, after it choking a few times and put it into gear.
"Yer know though, it's dangerous around these parts to be out there alone," the man started after a moments silence, "Yer don' know what kinda crazy folk are out there," he stole glance down her low cut halterneck.
"It's funny," she stated.
"What?"
"I was about to say the same thing to you."