I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket

by wanderlustings

Devon Harris is running away from home. She isn't exactly sure what happened, but she does know that her parents are dead. What happens when she runs into the Winchesters? Will she try to continue with a normal life or will the Supernatural catch up with her?

2. Prologue

[A/N: All credit for the title goes to Pierce The Veil! I love the titles of post-hardcore/rock/punk-rock/pop-punk/alternative songs. Anyways…enjoy, review, comment, all of that jazz.]

I walk along the side of the road, my bag getting heavier by the minute. It's getting dark outside. I probably should find a hotel of some sort; I have money. Not much, but enough to get me by for a few days.

I near an intersection where it seems to have civilization. Couples walk out of a bar a few blocks away. There. I spot it. "River City Motel," It reads. I walk up to the office.

"I'd like to get a room. One night only."

"May I see some ID?" the woman asks. She seems to have a permanent frown on her face. A small TV, the only one which I expected had cable, shows a home buying channel. They are advertising a vacuum.

"I uh..." I glance around the room aimlessly. "I have cash. Two hundred?"

The woman glances at the wad of money in my hand. "Three," she mutters and I hand it over to her. "Room number 12," she growls and gives me a dirty key. I hope I don't catch some sort of disease from it.

I go out to a diner a couple blocks down to get dinner. Hey, I was hungry so don't judge me for eating junk food! I open my laptop and connect to the internet. I watch some videos before getting tired. Searching through my bag, I come to the conclusion that I have no pajamas, and there was is store nearby that sold sleep-worthy clothes. Great. Just great. My first night and I'm already in a deep hole.