Writer's note: This is the sequal to 'Hell Hath No Fury.' Thought I would post it anyway, since people seemed to read the other one, just didn't post a review. Ok, thanks.
Part One: The Road To Colorado
"You're what?" Dean said loudly. This girl really was full of surprises.
"I'm hiring you to help me find Lucas," Robin replied, staring Dean in the eye.
Both brothers sat in silence, not really knowing what to say. It was true, they could do with the money, ammo wasn't cheap. But there was something about the situation which made them uneasy. They couldn't explain it, there was just a feeling in the air…
"Look, it's a very simple yes or no question…" Robin said impatiently, she needed to know where she stood, she needed to find Lucas.
"Can we just have a minute?" Dean said, waving her to the side.
The girl sighed in annoyance but moved herself and the bag to a nearby bench.
"What do you think?" Dean asked suddenly, turning his back on Robin so she couldn't see what he was saying.
"I don't know…"
"Still not sure of her?" Dean replied, throwing a sideways glance at the girl.
"Not exactly, I just can't work her out. I guess, the only thing we can be sure of is that she wants to find Lucas. But that still doesn't mean we should help her…" Sam said softly, recalling the girl's pain and desperation.
Dean didn't reply but kept his eyes forward; he gripped the steering wheel tighter and thought about the options in front of them.
"Well $10,000 can at least buy her the benefit of the doubt for now, can't it?" Dean said loudly, getting out of the car and walking over to the girl, ready to accept her offer.
Robin sat in the back seat while AC/DC blasted from the speakers, Dean and Sam had barely spoken to her since they'd got on the road.
She knew they had agreed to her proposition with cautious hearts and she didn't blame them, she hadn't exactly warmed herself to them. But then she didn't need to, this wasn't a popularity contest; it was just a business transaction. Although some conversation wouldn't go a miss, even if it was just insults going her way.
Dean's eyes were completely focused on the road, the road to Colorado. He hadn't asked many questions about why they were going there or about Lucas, to be honest, the only question he had asked was where they were going, and where they were going was Boulder. He looked at Robin in the rear-view mirror and wondered what kind of man would drive a girl to do something like this, to do anything for him…
"Want an Oreo?" Robin said, leaning forward and waving the packet. She couldn't bear the silence anymore.
Dean shook his head, seeming to have other things on his mind.
"Sam?"
"Umm…thanks," the boy replied, tentatively taking a cookie and putting the whole thing into his mouth.
"So is there a 'no talking' rule in the car or is this lovely quiet for my benefit?" Robin said, laughing nervously.
"No. Just don't have much to say at the moment," Sam replied, turning to look at Robin briefly. He still couldn't understand her, one minute she would be cold and indifferent and then the next, she would be funny and nice. Who was she?
"I see…Well maybe I'll get some sleep then in this time-out," Robin said, leaning back and closing her eyes. This was going to be a long trip, she thought to herself as she forced sleep to take her over.
"She still asleep?" Dean whispered, as the sky started to get dark.
"Yeah, I think so," Sam said, looking at Robin, hearing her breathe in and out gently.
"What you know about Boulder then?"
"Not much. It's never really been one for supernatural activity and I've been looking through dad's journal and there doesn't seem to be anything," Sam replied, flicking through the pages again.
"Then why do you think she needs us then? I mean, roping in lost boyfriends isn't exactly our kind of area," Dean replied, watching as they crossed the state border into Nevada.
"Maybe we should ask her," Sam said, wondering what kind of trouble Robin was going to get them in.
"Ok, you ask her."
"Why me?"
" 'Cause she doesn't like me and I said so," Dean replied, giving his brother a look of sibling superiority.
"Fine, but if she shoots me with a paintball, I blame you," Sam said, smiling a little as he did.
"You can't blame me for her craziness," Dean said, touching his bruise lightly. That shot had really hurt, although not as much as actually being shot would have and for that he supposed, he should be grateful.
"She's not crazy, she's just in…" Sam began.
"Don't say love. I don't want any of your sensitive touchy-feely crap," Dean retorted.
"Ok," Sam replied laughing, "just she's not crazy. I know that if I was in her shoes and Jess…well I can't say I wouldn't have done the same."
Dean stared at the girl again in the mirror and watched her face as she slept; she had that look that he sometimes saw on Sam's face, the look you get when you're thinking about someone you've lost…
"Yeah, I'll just have a strawberry milkshake, double cheeseburger and fries, thanks," Robin said, smiling up at the aging waitress.
"That all, sweethearts?" she asked, leering at Dean with dirty intentions, her greasy lipstick mouth in a weird puckered up position.
"Yes, thank you," Sam replied, handing her the menus, smirking at the waitress' interest in his brother.
"Jesus," Dean said under his breath, feeling the woman's burning gaze on his face.
"You've got a winner there," Robin said, grinning brightly.
"Don't start…"
"Sorry but hey, you get used to it, right?" the girl said, leaning closer to Dean who was sitting opposite her.
"Your witty remarks do not get tired, no," Dean said with so much sarcasm, it seemed to drip from his lips.
"Thanks, but I was actually talking about your lady-killer charms. It must be annoying, getting hit on all the time," Robin said, letting out a little giggle as the waitress walked past, winking at Dean as she did.
"Actually you've got it wrong, Dean is the one that annoys people when he hits on them," Sam replied, warranting a sharp elbow in the ribs.
Robin laughed again and for a second, she almost felt happy, almost felt like she did when she was with Lucas. He always made her laugh.
"Here are you go, honeys," Miss. Greasy mouth said, placing the fat-ridden plates onto the table.
"Thanks," Sam said, trying his best not to laugh.
"Anything else, I can get you? Anything at all?" Greasy said in a husky tone, placing a bony hand on Dean's shoulder.
"No, we're good, thanks," Dean answered, keeping his gaze on his food.
"Are you sure?" Greasy asked again, running her hand down his back.
"Actually, there was something…" Robin said, getting up and standing next to the waitress.
"Yes?" Greasy said, slightly annoyed at being interrupted. She nearly had the boy.
"Could you point us to the nearest motel? My sweetie always gets tired after eating," Robin said in a perky tone, taking the woman's hand and throwing it away roughly.
"Oh…he's your boyfriend, is he?" Greasy said, watching the girl for any sudden movements towards the cutlery. This wouldn't have been the first time.
"Fiancée," Robin replied sternly, holding up her hand, the diamond ring glinting at the old woman.
"Right, sorry. Umm…there's the Wenville motel down the road."
"Thanks, you're doll. Isn't she a doll?" Robin said, entwining Dean's hand in hers.
Dean slightly surprised, nodded and watched as the waitress smiled in return, muttering a congratulations before bolting behind the counter.
"Silly woman," Robin said, laughing a little before taking her seat again.
"You didn't have to do that," Dean said, still feeling the warmth from the girl's hand in his.
"Yeah, I know," the girl replied, slurping down her milkshake.
"Where did you get the ring?" Sam asked suddenly, he had never seen her wear it before.
"Oh yeah, Madam made me take it off when I started working…" Robin started, munching down a fry.
"So you're married?" Sam said.
Robin paused, realising she was sitting with two perfect strangers. Of course, they didn't know anything about her.
"Yeah, I am. Lucas is my husband," and as the words left her mouth, Robin felt the lump in her throat and the hurt that had come with her marriage.