"Come on, Kerry, just pull over, I gotta take a leak. There's no way I'm going to make it back to your house, we're only halfway there."
Kerry rolled her eyes dramatically as she pulled over onto the shoulder of the back mountain road, putting the car in park she shrugged. "Fine, John, but this is the last time I'm stopping. Mom and Dad have been waiting to meet you for a month now. If my Dad doesn't get the chance to spend two hours grilling you, he's going to rupture something soon."
John grinned, pulling Kerry close, he dropped a kiss on her forehead and then another on her lips. "I'm not stalling, I promise, I just forgot you were born in the sticks. Five minutes and we'll be on our way."
John slid from the passenger seat, moving into the shadow of the trees he glanced back at the car. Smiling, he heard Kerry's voice call out, "I can still see you." Laughing, he jogged farther into the woods, before unzipping his fly. A full moon lit the night sky, though John could barely make it out through the thick canopy of trees. As he stood a prickle of unease snaked its way up his back. Turning his head, he spied a figure about thirty feet away. Embarrassed to be caught, with his pants down, so to speak, John quickly zippered up his fly. Turning towards the shadowy form, he moved a bit closer curious as to where the figure had come from.
Smiling a bit, he asked, "Are you lost?"
His unease grew as the figure moved closer, ignoring his question. It was only as the person was about twenty feet away that John realized it was a woman, and a beautiful one at that. Trying to appear unconcerned, as the woman walked toward him, he quipped, "Fancy meeting you here".
At her continued silence John frowned in confusion. He noticed that she was dressed in a long black cloak that appeared to be made out of silk. Her long blond hair had a silver sheen to it in the light of the full moon. Her features were perfect, her skin like satin. Closer and closer, she moved her unfaltering gaze locked on him.
Clearing his throat, John took a step back, trying to put more distance between the two of them. Still the woman kept moving forward; finally, unable to shake the feeling that he was in trouble, he began backing in earnest towards the car. Regardless of how fast he was moving the woman still seemed to be closing the distance between them. Shaking in fear, John finally turned his back on her and began running.
Trees grabbed at his clothing as he pushed through the brush. Running blindly, he kept darting glances over his shoulder, always finding the woman a couple steps behind. In desperation, he ran toward a heavy branch, grabbing it, he gripped it like a club. Turning, in one smooth motion he brought the club around as if he was swinging a bat. Expecting to make impact with the woman's body, he instead hit nothing. His momentum caused him to make almost a complete circle. Struggling to keep his balance, he fell to his knees, club forgotten beside him as his knee came in contact with a rock, buried under the fall leaves.
Scrabbling, tears of panic and pain, running down his face, John got to his feet. Limping, he once again began moving, it was only then that he realized he'd lost his way. Running blindly, he felt something sticky land on him. Falling to the ground, unable to move a muscle he screamed as he stared up at the figure before him.
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Sam squinted in the darkness as he slowed even more. Visibility had gone from bad to non-existent in a matter of minutes. He cursed his luck at running into a freak snowstorm in mid April while driving through the Green mountains of Vermont. At first, he hadn't been worried, after all he'd been climbing the back mountain road for at least a half-hour. The way he had figured it, was by the time the storm had worsened he would be on his way back down the other side. Apparently, he was wrong. Because, here he was still heading up a steep incline and the snow had become more than simply a dusting, or even a shower.
Glancing at the passenger seat, he breathed a sigh of relief that his brother still slept soundly. Slowing to a near crawl, Sam wondered just how long his luck would last. Dean was nothing if not astute and the reduced rumble of the big engine was bound to wake him soon. Focusing once more on the road in front of him, he tried not to grip the steering wheel too tightly, as the car fishtailed toward the shoulder of the road. Even in the dim early evening light, he was able to see the sheer drop that ran along the side of the road. Not allowing his eyes to linger on the drop off, Sam concentrated on getting both his brother and more importantly the Impala safely down the mountain.
Running into snow had been a concern of both Sam and Dean when they had come across a newspaper article, refering to rash of killings in a remote Main town. Both brothers, however, had decided that a nest of vampires killing people, in the town of Springfield, far outweighed dangerous road conditions. Sam now found himself wondering if they'd been wrong.
Sam was unable and unwilling to bite back a curse as the car fishtailed once more. Turning into the slide, he was able to right the Impala just before it scraped the guardrail. Reaching up and wiping the sweat from his forehead, he began to panicking in earnest as the car once again, lost traction.
Dean heard a muffled curse, opening his eyes he took note of his brother's sweaty face and white knuckled fingers grasping the steering wheel. "What's up Sammy?" Dean asked as he wiped a hand across his eyes. Glancing out the window, he couldn't help but sit bolt upright as the car cut through a sheet of white. "When the hell did this start. Pull over."
Sam glanced at his brother and grimaced, "About an hour ago, and I would if I could but I can't, there's no pull off. If I stop we're liable to get hit by something else, visibility's pretty much nil right now."
Dean didn't bother to stop the curse that escaped him. Sam was a decent driver. Hell, to be honest, there was no one else that Dean would rather have driving his baby, except himself of course. However, Sam had little to no experience driving in this kind of snow.
Sam continued squinting in the darkness, hating the worry that was evident in every line in his brother's, rigidly held body. Keeping an eye peeled for a pull-off, Sam was beginning to wonder if even his brother would be able to guide the big car back down the mountain.
It was only as they earned a brief reprieve from the endless snow that Sam saw a glint of metal. Focusing, he saw a car take shape in the darkness, parked in a pull-off on the opposite side of the road. Breathing a sigh of relief, he quickly parked in front of the car. Climbing out of the driver's side door, he moved around the Impala, intending to get in the passenger side. As he moved in between the Impala's front end and the other car's bumper, he slipped. Barely managing to stay upright, he caught himself on the car's bumper. Steadying himself, he continued around toward the passenger side car door.
The sudden slamming of a car door was followed by a hoarse shout. "Wait, please."
Sam turned, almost slipping again; he steadied himself, and turned toward the car. A teenage girl stood by her open car door. "Please, my car just stopped and my cell phone's dead. Can you call a tow for me?"
Sam felt his heart go out to the young girl before him; he figured she couldn't be older than seventeen. "Sure, my name's Sam. Just hold on a second my phone's in the car." Sam opened the door quickly, keeping one eye on the young girl. She looked as if she would bolt any second, he didn't want to risk scaring her off. Right now, he was her safest bet, though, he doubted he would be able to convince her of that.
"Dude, you're letting snow in. Would you get in here already, this storm's not going to get better you know." Sam could hear the irritation in Dean's voice.
Ignoring it as par for the course, he grabbed his phone and said, "There's a girl in that car, it's broken down and her cell's dead." Ducking back out of the car, Sam stood once more glad to see the girl still standing by her car. Sam held up the phone and began dialing information, after a moment he cursed in frustration as he noted the lack of signal bars on his phone. Shrugging his shoulders, he said to the girl "I've got no signal." He held up the phone to emphasize his point. He hated the distrustful way she stared at him, as if he was purposely being unhelpful.
A moment later Dean climbed out of the car, shrugging on his coat as he did. "What's the deal, Sam?" Dean asked his voice sounding harsh in the cold night.
"No reception. Dean you want to take a look at the car? Maybe you can get it started," Sam said knowing that his brother would be unable to pass up a chance at playing hero. Holding his hands up in the air, Sam said to the young girl, "Why don't you get back inside the car, it'll be a bit warmer at least and my brother will take a look."
Remaining well out of both brother's range the young girl nodded and said, "Thanks," her teeth chattering as she climbed back into her aging hatchback.
Dean approached the hood of the car, feeling for the latch he quickly propped the hood open. Motioning for Sam to hold a flashlight, Dean began looking over the engine. Muttering under his breath he did a quick once over, glancing at Sam he shook his head. "No go, Sam. It looks as if her timing belt is shot. She's not going anywhere in that car. You're going to have to give her the puppy eyes. We can at least get her to the next town."
Sam nodded and approached the driver's side door and gestured for the young girl to get out of the car. Standing well back, he said, "Car's a no go. It is going to need to be towed out of here. My cell is still not getting any reception. Overall, I think your best bet is to take a ride with us into town. We'll be able to get you help there." Sam waited sure from the horrified look on her face what her answer was going to be.
Dean must have also sensed her refusal because he stepped forward. "Listen, I know you don't want to do this, but you have no choice. This snow is not going to ease up magically and it's not safe for you to sit in the car. Not to mention you're liable to freeze. Sam and I are good guys, really." Dean simply stared at the young girl willing her to believe him.
Sam started in surprise as the girl finally nodded. Reaching into her car, she drew a large black leather bag out of the front seat and moved towards the Impala. As Dean moved to open the rear door for her, she said softly, "My name's Jen."
Dean smiled at the young girl and said, "My name's Dean. It's going to be alright you know, we'll get you to town safely." Dean shut the door and quickly slid into the driver's seat of the Impala. Boosting the heat, he aimed the vents towards the back seat where she was huddled.
Sam turned around and reached down for a blanket that lay folded on the floorboards, not liking the way the young girl flinched when he reached for the blanket. Rather than helping her he simply pointed to it. "Feel free to use it; you've got to be freezing."
Jen was embarrassed and not a little bit afraid to find herself in a strange car with two guys. Pulling the blanket on her lap, she made every effort to stay alert for any signs that the two young men before her were some kind of serial killers. Jen muttered, "Thanks" as she slowly but surely began to warm up.
Dean and Sam exchanged a quick look. Sam turned while Dean put the car in gear and began talking, trying to put the young girl at ease. "So what are you doing way out here?"