When Dean and Harley arrived at the hotel, Sam and Shelby were all packed up. The four hunters quickly packed the Impala and were on their way. After a few hours, the fact that Shelby had no idea where they were going was finally irritating her enough that she decided to ask.
"So the Roadhouse?" Shelby asked as she looked out the window.
"What about it?" Dean asked as he looked at her in the rear view mirror with a cocked eye brow.
"You tell me," she said as she looked at him in the mirror.
"This guy Ash has made this tracking system on his computer using the info about omens that marked where Yellow Eyes would be. He keeps us posted when yellow eyes shows his ugly face," Sam explained.
"And the Roadhouse is a bar?" Harley asked.
"Yeah, more of a hunter's bar. Ellen knew our dad once so she helps us and we help her," Dean told Harley.
"Cool," Harley said with a smirk.
The twenty hour trip was rather uneventful. Dean drove half and Sam drove the last half. There was a slight awkwardness that everyone tried to ignore. No one talked about it but it was still there.
When they arrived at the Roadhouse, it was about five in the afternoon the next day. The parking lot was bare and there was no sign anyone was there. The four went and found Ellen cleaning behind the bar. As the four walk in, Ellen turns to see them.
"Boys, heard you got a hit," Ellen said as she looked both boys up and down. It was more of a motherly move to make sure that they were ok.
"Yeah, Ash in his room?" Dean asked. Ellen nodded her head as she looked at the girls.
"Oh, this is Harley Davidson and Shelby Makrov. They've been hunting with us," Dean introduced the girls.
"Davidson? Makrov? You don't happen to know Elloise and Boe Makarov and Camille and Mason Davidson?" Ellen asked.
"Yeah, they're our parents. How do you know them?" Harley asked intrigued.
"I knew them before they went into hiding."
"What are you talking about? We never went into hiding. We were still hunting when they died," Harley said defensively. Shelby gave Harley a confused cocked eye brow.
"Where is Ash's room?" Shelby asked. Defensive much, Harley. She is probably mistaken.
"That way, you'll know it when you see it," Ellen said as she pointed.
Shelby started to walk in that direction as the other three stood silent at the sudden change of conversation. After a moment, Sam moved to follow her. He caught up with her just as she reached the door with a sign saying "Dr. Bad Ass is in." Shelby knocked on the door and avoided eye contact with Sam. He didn't ask about her sudden mission to visit Ash. He simply watched her as they waited.
Ash opened the door a crack big enough to see half his face. "Sam, my man. You know I don't charge but thanks man," Ash said in his hippie way as he checked Shelby out from head to toe. Once his eyes had their fill he opened the door more and walked away.
"This is Shelby Makrov. She and her friend Harley hunt with us. What you got for us?" Sam asked as he rolled his eyes at Ash's greeting. He and Shelby walked into the room towards a table where a home-made lap top sat.
"I've got a hit in Newport, New York. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Ash asked curiously.
"Yeah, it has," Sam confirmed he stood opposite of Ash who sat at the table facing the door
"The hit was barely a blip on the radar but electrical storms are one of the omens," Ash seemed to try to explain that this almost insignificant event could be important.
"Thanks. We'll look into it," Sam said as he started to turn around.
"Do you think you could do this same program for another demon if you had the omens he left?"
"It depends. John Winchester kept awesome records. I doubt any other would be able to keep track of insignificant detail the way he did," Ash explained easily.
"Will you look at what I have?" Shelby asked with the slightest amount of hope.
"Sure," Ash replied.
It took no time at all for Shelby to get her binder out of the Impala and come back to Ash's room. Ash glanced at a couple of pages. Moments after he took the binder he closed it and looked at Shelby in disbelief.
"Who tracked this info?" Ash asked impressed and curious.
"I did," Shelby answered.
"Give me 48 hours," Ash said as he opened the binder and sat at the computer ready to work.
"Thanks," Shelby replied. Sam turned and walked toward the door to give Ash space. He took two steps then turned to see Shelby intently watching as Ash worked.
"Shells?" Sam asked.
"You mind if I stay?" Shelby asked. The tension outside this room could be cut with a butter knife.
"Naw," Ash replied absent mindedly.
Shelby didn't look at Sam as he left the room. What just happened here? Did Shelby just blow me off? Sam left to go relay the alert to Dean.