Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Beth and Kris are some characters that I have had sitting in a dusty box for some years now. I'm just writing this for fun, so bare with me. I also felt like Kevin Trann, eating plain pancakes, trying to get this thing together. Lol. Enjoy :)
Beth and Kristina were driving down the road. Kristina was kicked back in the passenger's seat, reading from a thick black leather-bound book. Her brows were furrowed together as she jotted, circled, and footnoted things every now and then. Beth was driving, bored, she drummed her fingers against the wheel in tune with the radio. It had to of been 37 hours she'd been driving now, she damn well needed a very strong cup of coffee with rum. Stifling another yawn, she glanced at her twin sister.
"We should be getting there soon, about another half hour." She said. Kris didn't look up from her study, "You said that three hours ago." she pulled out that old marked up map again and looked at it closely. Beth rolled her eyes, for identical twins they sure as hell were polar opposite. The only way to tell them apart was the smell. Beth reeked of booze and tobacco most days, while Kris smelled just like Ivory soap and the libraries that she made homes out of.
They had been on a road trip from Florida, headed straight for wherever in God's name that old map sent them to. It had been almost two days since their aunt had sent them off, after Beth decided to pull the trigger and paint the mantel with their father's brains. Their Nan had given them the map and black book, and told them to follow it. That the man they were being sent to could help, and she promised to clean up Beth's mess. Beth was disgusted with the whole thing, she didn't need any help from anybody. Twenty one years of her father was enough. She shook the onslaught of memories away before they could surface and yawned again.
"Do you want me to drive?" Kris asked, not looking up from the faded map.
"Like I'd trust you behind the wheel of Curtis the Cutty , haha, no." Beth said flatly, she would never let anyone behind the wheel of her 1972 Cutty. No way in Hell.
They continued to drive in silence, the only sounds that could be heard was an amazing AC/DC solo and tire against asphalt. Every once in a while Kris would direct her – 'turn here'; 'next exit'; 'too far lead foot, now you gotta bust a U turn.' Beth was getting annoyed, very.
Kris seemed to come back from the nether world of literature, she said. "Hey B, two hotties walking the side of the road at two O' Clock." She was smirking, pointing up ahead out of the windshield. Beth looked, and sure enough, there walked two long, tan, and handsome men. The shorter one carried an orange gas can. Beth side eyed Kristina, "Should we pick 'em up?" she asked, a sly smirk on her face. She eased off of the gas pedal and whipped the wheel to the side of the road, holding the break as they got next to the two wayward hitchhikers. They stopped and looked at the car with suspicion.
"What if they're serial killers?" Kris chimed in whisper, a tone of unease in her voice. "I got it covered, little sister." Beth reassured, pulling the car up in park, and tucking her pistol into the back of her pant line. She rolled down the drivers window and propped herself out of the window, looking over the top of the car at the two strangers.
"Need a lift?" Her hand was resting at the bottom of her back. Finger ready to pull the trigger, if need be. She lit a fresh cigarette, creating a diversion of sorts. Nan had tried to teach the twins some handy things when it came to the Male specimen, but the lit cigarettes turned into full blown nicotine addiction. The shorter one gave a low whistle, "Nice ride…" he said, mainly to himself, admiring the Candy Apple paint job. "Thanks." Beth muttered, not really hearing him talk about the make and model. The larger one had a set face, his eyes did that same thing that Kris' did when she was in deep thought. He stared her down for a moment, hazel eyes quizzically steady on her. Beth felt a little uncomfortable, a feeling of being caught with blood on her hands. She gripped the gun in the hem of her britches a little tighter. The short guy with the gas can seemed not to notice, he turned to the tall one. "What do you say, Sammie, lets hitch a ride back to the car with the double mint twins." He sounded a little giddy. Beth wanted to shoot him first and peel out right at that moment, leave 'em both in the smoke of her tires, but Sammie – his name was, said, "Yeah, sure." Sam tried to mask his unease, but Beth saw right through it, the gears in his head were spinning so fast, she knew she had to watch out for this guy. Beth leaped the rest of the way out of her window, opened her door for the two to get in the backseat, and made a sharp maneuver to tuck the six shooter into the inside pocket of her jacket. She took her seat and revved the Cutty back to life, "Im Beth, and this is my sister Kris." they began back down the road. Gas can man offered up a half smile, a devils grin. "Dean, and this jolly green giant is my brother, Sam." Beth eyed them in her rearview mirror, and noticed the nervous twitch Sam's face gave, his eyes darting. "Thanks for the lift." he said stiffly. Tension was tight in the vehicle and Beth looked at her sister for some help, Kris caught her eye and the silent message was received. "So, out of gas, huh?" Kris piped up, turning in her seat, setting aside her treasure map and quest book on top of the center console. Beth noticed Sam's eyes dart to the console, then to Dean, then back to the console. Suddenly his eyes found hers watching him in the mirror, and she looked back to the road.
"Yeah, Baby needs to eat." said Dean, he leaned into the center of the console, butting his head between the sisters. "So are you girls from around here?" he asked, Kris said, "Nope, we're just on our way up here for our fathers funeral." She lied, causing awkward silence. "Sorry to hear that." Sam spoke after a while. Beth hit the gas pedal harder and soon they were flying down the back country strip. She searched up in the distance, and said, "Is it that black beauty to the left?" "That's her." she let her foot off of the gas and coasted to a stop next to the Impala. This time Beth was the one to let out a whistle. "Nice wheels, Dean." Thinking about not shooting him now. The twins opened up the doors and let Sam and Dean out. Beth wasted no time in getting back in her car, they still had a ways to go.
One way, or another, im gonna lose ya, im gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya. The radio sang on low volume.
"Blondie?" Dean was smug as he looked down at Beth's bottle dyed black hair from the other side of the car door, it was claw clipped to the side of her head in some kind of sloppy side ponytail, blonde roots stuck out, he chuckled to himself, then he leaned into the window. "Thanks…" Dean grunted. The tiredness on her face was unmistakable. "Get to a motel or somewhere and catch some rest, Beth, you're getting that road trip crazy eye." He advised, pointing a finger to his face, trying to mimic the big-eye-little-eye thing. "Sure thing, Dr. Dean…" she muttered sarcastically, causing him to flash a half smile, her eyes drooped lower. Dean patted the top of her car twice, "I mean it. Even if that means sleeping with that six shooter in your hand instead of in your butt crack." He gave her a soft wink, and turned on his heel, looking like a smug dog. She put the car back into drive, but she held onto the breaks for a moment as she watched Dean walk to the back of the Impala with a full gas can. He caught her gaze, and they held eye contact, she thought of his reaction if she 'accidently' crammed Curtis into the side paneling of Baby. Instead, she flipped him off, causing him to start in offence. "Ha-ha…" she tossed her head back in sleep deprived laughter. "Thanks again, ladies." Sam said, he held one hand behind his back, leaned against the driver's side, and had the other raised up in farewell. "Not a problem." Said Beth, flipping her cigarette butt out of the window and holding her two fingers up in peace. She started down the road again, hitting the gas so hard the tires squealed out, burning rubber, leaving her mark on the side of the road with the two brothers.
"I think that's the nicest I've ever seen you be to a guy." Kristina thought out loud. Beth tried to make a smile, "Hmm, you were right, that short tall one looked like a Nan's old fashioned fresh baked Granny Smith apple pie." she pondered, looking into the rearview mirror at the little specks of the two and the beautiful car.
Kris shook her head with a grin, "He was right, you need to sleep." she went to grab her objects of obsessive study, but they were gone. "What…" Kris muttered, she felt the floorboards around the console, making sure they hadn't fallen with Beth's crazed speed demon driving.
"Son of a bitch!" Kris exclaimed, causing Beth to startle a bit, Kris went on. "Those damn handsome hitch hikers took them!" she was working herself up, "Turn around!" she screeched "Now!" Beth grunted, desperate for sleep, not giving a darn about her sister's treasure hunt to the center of bum-fuck-Egypt. It was the only thing to do though, because they didn't make it this far just to be jacked of their only league in this town. Without that map, they were sitting ducks, and Nan made it clear that Beth was to never show her face in the state of Florida ever again. "Okay, we'll go get your stupid map!" Beth cut Kris off from her furious outrage with her own. "Stop yelling in my ear!" Kris sobered back into a mute state. Beth growled and maneuvered the car just right to cut another U-y, she stomped the gas pedal to the floor and rolled back in the direction of the Impala. "This better not turn into a goose chase…" Beth was clenching her teeth, tired crankiness finally began to set in on her. She was a natural born hunter, and if she had to hunt these two thieves down on two – maybe three days no sleep and a quarter tank of gas - she would rip their heads off bare handed.
They reached the point of Beth's peel out and the Impala was long gone, the dust had even settled.
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy…
"Balls…" Beth growled. She turned the volume up so loud you could almost hear Curtis the Cutty's heartbeat. She began to meditate, then hitched her seat up straight and put the pedal to the metal again.
"Dude, these are some heavy hunter documentations." Sam said from the passenger side of the Impala. They were in on an order to lay low, parking Baby at Bobby's, because stupid Leviathans stealing their faces. Dean was, well, pissed off. "Did you manage to take a look at that Beth chicks rack?" He changed the subject. "Black goo or not, those twins were hot." Sam looked at him and huffed, giving him that are-you-stupid look. "Dean, no…Kris was reading deep into this, this map when we got picked up."
But if I stay here with you, girl, things just couldn't be the same. Cause im as free as a bird now, and this bird you cannot change.
Dean shrugged, "And? Another nerd hunter, great. That other sister was packin' heat - why are we even discussing them?" He suddenly had a feeling that Lucifer was back in his brothers head, making him pick up those girls' things like that. Sam was never one for taking another nerds books. "You know what, I'm gonna turn this car around, and I'm gonna see if I can score myself another round of Double Mint twin action." He cut his wheel and began driving in the direction they just came from, he floored the acceleration to a steady 80. "Dean!" Sam yelped, adjusting himself to the sudden speed, "This map goes straight to Bobby's house!" he had to raise his voice over the sound of the radio. Dean drove on, in all seriousness he wanted to drive his car as far and as long as he could. Twin action would be great too, but he just wanted to drive the miles. With all the Leviathan crap they had to clean up – he only felt at peace behind the wheel of the Impala. He wasn't going to give that up, not yet. Not if he could cause a long enough diversion to avoid going down that dark tunnel. Always searching for that light Sam always talks about, but not finding it. Going down the tunnel so deep, sometimes, he seen his own hunters funeral. They didn't even know how to kill the damn things yet. So in the moment he searched for a Candy Apple cutlass. If they were, in fact, actual hunters. And if they were looking for Bobby, Sam and him could give the girls a run around, make sure they knew who they were in business with. It was strange to Dean, he turned down the radio and shared his thinking with Sam. "You gotta be pretty damn close to Bobby to know where he lives." Sam added mater-of-factly, Dean nod along, "We've got to investigate, keep an eye out for that cutlass." For a moment he imagined himself driving behind the wheel of that classic. The world, or fate, destiny, or whatever; owed him that much, and the speedometer needle slowly started to creep up to a steady 90.
In the darkness he spotted a set of headlights, the car was flying at an alarming speed. He knew it was them, and so he wheeled onto the opposite side of the road, "DEAN. What are you doing?" Sam clutched around in panic, trying to think as Dean drove head on at the cutlass. "Winner winner, chicken dinner!" The speeding cars slowly, very slowly, lowered their power until they came to a ghosting stop. Their front ends created a blinding spot light in the falling darkness. For a moment Dean thought he finally knew what all the talk was about, that light at the end of the tunnel. Then suddenly the cutlass made a fast reverse, the cutty leaped as Beth hit the brakes so fast that Dean was anticipating the sound of her transmission dropping. Instead her car zoomed forward and sent Baby rocking.
"BITCH!" Dean was stunned, he leaped from the car and inspected the damage, and the rest of them got out as well. "You busted my headlight!" he kicked at the busted glass lying on the street, pointing his gun at Beth. "YOU." He growled. "You…" she seethed angrily, tossing aside her half a smoke, she drawled out her own gun and held it steady. Then Sam's phone rang, there was a stillness before he answered it. "Yeah…"
"No, he didn't tell me." Sam shot a look at Dean as if he could hit him.
"We're actually with them right now."
"Yeah, got it. See ya soon." He shoved his phone back into the pocket of his coat, then turned to Dean with tired eyes. He was so done with his brothers bullshit. "Dean, that was Bobby, an-" he was cut off, "We're looking for Bobby." Beth snarled, saying his name like it was bitter on her tongue. "You, shut up." Dean grunted, his gun still steady as well. Sam rolled his eyes, "We know." He said to the girls, then he turned to his gun wielding brother again. "Dean. This is Kristina Singer and Beth Singer…Bobby's daughters." The look on Deans face made Sam laugh, "Ladies, if you'd just follow us, we will guide you to Bobby's." Kris took a step forward, "Give me back my book." she demanded. Sam was done, with another shake of his head he got back into the Impala. "When we get to Bobby's." He shouted out of the window. A gunshot went off, and the door mirror on the passengers seat exploded, Sam startled, instinctively dropping low for cover. "HEY!" Dean shot his gun off, and Beth staggered back onto the asphalt.