A/N: I don't own Supernatural or really anything but Abbey and Lenore.
"I think you need help son." Lenore spat out, she definitely did not trust this guy. The sooner they got away the better.
"It is not me that needs help." Castiel stared at Abbey who had fallen over rather ungracefully on Lenore's bulky duffel bag.
"Alright, Castiel was it?" Lenore forced a flash of a quick smile. "Truthfully, it's been a long night. I know I want to go home, and I'm about 58% sure she does too." She indicated to Abbey, whose face was still in the dirt.
"You must come with me." Castiel pulled his hands behind his back and began away from Abbey, his beige trench coast swishing softly against his legs. Lenore took her chance and crept quietly towards her cousin, giving Castiel a wide berth. Glancing down-ward she checked her for cousin for any serious wounds, when she looked up, 'Castiel' was gone.
"Holy crap." Lenore looked around her but didn't see anything. "Was that some sort of a shared hallucination?" she looked at her cousin still lying on the ground. "See, told you one day your crazy would rub off on me!" Lenore huffed out. She kicked at the ground, frustrated. "Come on, wake up Abbey." Lenore nudged her with her foot. "Come on sleeping Cat Princess." Lenore paused. "See your crazy is rubbing off on me by the truck load, wake up." She crouched down and shoved at her cousin's shoulder.
"We must leave now." she heard, she turned her head and before she could turn around to face him, a warm bright light blinded her. Then, nothing.
"Come on Sammy!" Dean yelled from his Impala. "I know baby, you're as eager as I am to get out of here." Dean patted the hood of his car.
"Keep your shirt on." Sam mumbled walking out of the motel's office. "Come on! Hustle!" Dean smirked as he climbed into his car and started the ignition.
"Dean, shut up." Sam opened the door and shoved his bag onto the floorboard. "I mean it Dean."
"Huh, did you hear that Sam?" Dean's eyes opened wider and he looked around.
"Hear what?"
"It's some sort of a buzzing noise." he looked again once more.
"I don't hear anything." Sam frowned.
"There it was again." Dean smirked.
"Oh, ha-ha Dean." Sam climbed into the car and slammed the door.
"Don't take it out on her; she didn't do anything to you." Dean frowned as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Dean, it's a car." Sam leaned back, this was going to be one hell of a long ride.
"You're not just a car baby." Dean smiled as he rubbed the dashboard. "You're way more then just a car."
"Dean-" Sammy started.
"No! Shut your cake hole, if she gets upset later, I'm gunna have to be the one that fixes it. Stop insulting her."
"Seriously Dean, a car upset?" Sam shook his head as Dean tried to 'soothe' his car's 'feelings.'
"He doesn't mean it baby." Dean reached over and pulled out one of his tapes. "Def Leopard." Dean warned before shoving it into the tape deck.
"Turn it down at least." Sam looked out the window, oh yes, it was definitely going to be a long drive.
Abbey woke up first, and considering how dark it was, she was wishing she hadn't. "Lenore, you here?" she whispered squinting through the darkness.
"Five more minutes." A mumbled response somewhere to her left. Abbey sighed.
What happened? More importantly, where were they? Certainly not in the woods, she could tell from the concrete underneath her hands as she pushed herself up. She stood up shakily. Her legs felt like jelly and her stomach felt way worse. She felt her way around and leaned against the nearest solid object, immediately wishing she hadn't when she caught a strong whiff of garbage. Abbey mentally gagged and peered around again now that her eyes have had some time to adjust. Lenore was asleep on the ground, sprawled out with one hand clutching her overstuffed duffel bag.
"Wake up To-To, we aren't in Kansas anymore!" Abbey nudged Lenore with her shoe clad foot. Wait, re-phrase; her amazing, can't believe they were on sale ankle boot clad foot.
"Hey Dorothy, let me sleep or I'll bite your ankles." Lenore cracked one eye open enough to move her duffel bag and use it as a pillow.
"You are aware that your sleeping in a dirty alley way by a trash bin right?" Abbey smirked and pushed herself off of the garbage container, frowning for only a moment when her stomach protested all movement.
"Oh god!" Lenore shot up and looked around, squinting through the darkness as Abbey had.
"Where are we?"
"Definitely not home."
Dean stood in the middle of the parking lot, his hip leaning against the side of his car.
"Where are you Sammy?" he asked himself as he took another bite of his bacon cheese burger. "It's been like half an hour." Dean frowned as he pulled his cell-phone out his pocket with his free hand. Another ten minutes of waiting and Sam could walk back to the motel for all he cared. He hit redial and used his shoulder to hold the phone to his ear as he took yet another bite of his cheese burger. Damn this thing was good.
"Hello?" Sam answered.
"What the hell are you doing in there?" Dean got out through a mouth full of food.
"Be out in a sec, let me put this up." And the line went dead. Sam was going to be the death of him. Either him or this cheese burger.
Lenore kicked at a rock that was in her path. In the last six hours they discovered that they had some how ended up smack dab in the middle of Texas, more then a twenty hour drive from their home in Pennsylvania. Currently they were trying to hitch-hiking back, with not much luck at all.
"I'm hungry!" Abbey shouted over the large 18-wheeler that speeded passed, all the while holding her skirt down and still holding her thumb out.
"You ate already!" Lenore pointed out.
"No- you ate, you had a burger." Abbey corrected as she zipped up the hoodie she borrowed from Lenore, "I wouldn't eat there if it was the last place on Earth!" Lenore just rolled her eyes.
"Well you would have if you'd give up on this 'vegetarian' kick." Lenore kicked at another rock.
"You want me to starve to death!" Abbey stopped in her tracks and pointed accusingly at Lenore.
"If this is your way of lighting the mood, I'm not amused." Lenore adjusted the strap of her duffel bag and kept walking when Abbey didn't say anything. Today sucked, but as bad as it was Lenore held onto the hope that as long as they kept walking, they were sure to make it home eventually.
"I think it might just be a really pissed off ghost Dean." Sam poked another pin into the wall, drawing the attached string taut.
"They cremated the dude. No ghost." Dean flopped onto the closest chair, frowning when it felt like flopping onto concrete.
"Well what if they didn't cremate all of him? Sometimes people have locks of hair and crap like that." Sam frowned too and threw up his arms in frustration. "It's the only thing that makes sense. There isn't a pattern to the killings, and the last kid barely made it out alive. Everything he said made it seem like the ghost of William Barret." Dean just shrugged and rubbed his eyes. "Let's just go to the house and check it out."
"Alright, finally some action!" Dean jumped up and grabbed his car keys.
Abbey frowned; so far all they had managed to do was learn that in between towns in Texas, there isn't much else. All they had seen aside from a shit ton of trees, where roads that split off from the main one. All sorts of roads too, dusty dirt roads, recently paved, just gravel, and a muddy one which didn't make sense, but at this point, the puzzle was a welcome distraction.
"I can't feel my feet anymore. They skipped the shooting pains and went straight to 'if we don't take a break soon I'll fall off' mode." Abbey grimaced at the idea of walking like this for days, possibly even weeks. She didn't dare think about months, not yet.
"Should have worn different shoes then." Lenore turned around and started walking backwards to look at Abbey. Abbey just steadily cursed her 'amazing- can't believe these were on sale' ankle boots because they weren't 'amazing, cute, can't believe these are on sale' walking shoes.
"How much further?" Abbey whined, "Not much I hope!" She threw on her bust puppy face, her hands clasped together under her chin in silent begging.
"As soon as we can find somewhere to crash we'll stop, and we'll try to find you some shoes that you can walk in, promise." Lenore turned back around and kept trudging on.
"What about there?" Abbey pointed down the closest road, a house in the distance, no bigger then her thumb nail if she held it up to compare.
"Seriously?" Lenore raised her eyebrows.
"Maybe they'll be nice." Abbey smiled.
"You watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre with me. That was based on a true story. I'm not walking two miles down a dirt anything to get killed, nu-uh. Keep walking princess." Lenore rolled her eyes and started for the house.
"Fine, I'll find my own way back without you." Abbey called over her shoulder, her hands stuffed deep into pockets of the jacket she took from Lenore. Lenore's eyes went wide.
"Oh-my-god! You're serious aren't you?" Lenore stopped moving staring after Abbey who kept walking. "Um, weigh my options, um, ugh, gah!" Lenore ran to catch up.
A/N: I know there isn't a whole lot of the boys, but I'm trying to get everything set up so we can have a lot more of them. (And still keep them close as I can to the show. (I'm trying!)) Also, sorry it took me so long to get this short chapter out, but I'd rather it be at least half decent, then just crap. And sorry about P.O.V changing so much. -_- I have another 4 pages or so written, just need to be typed, edited, re-written, edited some more so it flows right. Instead of flashing P.O.V's like this all the time. Soon though, hopefully it will be out.
