An older woman with a Yorkie and an 'I'd like to speak to a manager' haircut gave me a lift to the medical center nearby, after I convinced her that my mother was there with heart problems. The entire twenty minute drive she pelted me with questions about her, and I offered up the least ridiculous lies I could think of, finally giving up and staring out the window, fiddling with my phone nervously. She must have seen it as the worry finally sinking in because the questions came slower after that. I almost thought she was going to try and walk me to the damn emergency room, but she finally left me as we reached the front doors, waving and wishing me and my "mother" luck. I waved at her until she was out of sight and walked inside. A girl about my age was tending the front desk and I gave her a small smile as I walked up.
"Hi, can I help you?" was her practiced greeting, and I glanced around before leaning on the desk.
"Hi. I'm actually just a bit lost. I was wondering, do you know how to get to the police impound lot? I heard it was around here, and I left something really important in my friend's car..." I trailed off, gazing at her pleadingly, and she hesitated for a moment. Then she leaned forward.
"Was it...like...drugs or something?" she asked, and I grit my teeth, struggling to maintain my expression.
"No, nothing like that, jeez no. It's my wallet." I retorted, and she balked, sitting back with a look of embarrassment.
"Yeah, I left it in the backseat and the cops said I could get it back if I just went down to impound." I explained, giving what I hoped sounded like an embarrassed laugh. She nodded slowly, with an "Oh! Okay!" and turned to her computer screen. After a few clicks and some tapping at the keyboard she let out a quiet, "Oh!" and turned back to me.
"It's actually right around the corner from here. Just got out to the left, and make another left at the corner, and the lot is just across the highway." she said cheerfully, pointing as she gave the directions. I sighed in relief and thanked her, waving as I headed back to the door. She grinned and looked away, distracted by another customer. As I slipped out the door I let the smile fall from my face.
"Why do people assume I'm on drugs?!" I hissed, heading out toward the road at a brisk trot. I'd have to ask Sam and Dean about that one when I finally made it back to them. As I rounded the side of the building, I saw stadium lights on the other side of the over pass ahead and picked up my pace to a jog. That had to be the impound lot, the lights were a dead giveaway, and the razorwire topping the fence was a good indicator too.
I slowed to a walk as I reached the front gate, watching for a guard. A car drove past me, pulling up to the gate and stopping for a moment, and sure enough, a man in a uniform stepped out of the small shack, waving them inside as the gate began to slide open. It was automated, run on a small, noisy motor, and I made a mental note of where the noise was coming from. Plan A was to walk in the front and sign the car out the legal way. But if that failed, Plan B would need a good distraction. I doubted I could make it far if I had to drive it like I stole it, but if it came down to it, I'd take my chances.
The gate began to close again, and I rushed across the street, making my way over to the guard and giving him a small wave. He squinted at me, suspicious, and I plastered on an innocent smile.
"What are you doin' here, miss?" he asked, voice gruff, and I looked around.
"This is the Police Impound lot, right? I'm here to pick up a car." I replied, keeping my voice light and tucking my hair behind my ear as I spoke. Just as I'd hoped, he bought into it, watching me closely, his demeanor shifting from confrontational to passive. He glanced over his shoulder, inside the guard shack, before he turned back to me and smirked.
"You're a little early." he said, and his tone had slipped toward friendly banter. I bit my lip and glanced down at the ground, playing up the "shy little girl" act a bit.
"Oh...um, I'm sorry. It's just, I really need it back. See, it's my brother's car, but I'm s'posed to drive our mom to the hospital later, and..well, mine is broke down, so..." I trailed off, fiddling with my fingers and giving him 'Bambi eyes'. He hesitated, looking me over for a moment, then he sighed and took off his hat, rubbing his head.
"Yeah, alright. C'mon, I'll let you in." he said, and stepped into the shack to open the gate. I gave a little bounce in place, and grinned at him.
"Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me!" I gushed, laying it on thick, he nodded slowly, his smirk widening, and watched me walk past him, eyes glued to my ass. I mentally checked myself before I clenched my fists, and turned on him with a smile.
"Right this way." he said, holding his arm out as he lead me toward the office. I waited for him to go first and followed a few feet behind, gritting my teeth against the urge to cold-cock him in the back of the head just for the hell of it.