Chapter 3

She sits in the backseat of the Impala sketching. Once in awhile she would look up at the brothers and notice the silence. "We'll get something to eat soon as we can." Dean looks in the rear view mirror. She lifts her head and nods and goes back to sketching.

An hour later they are at a small diner eating at a booth. Sam is sitting next to her, while Dean is sitting across from them keeping an eye on the entrance of the diner. He moves his eyes all around the diner taking note of all of the customers and people who work there.

She finishes her meal and writes on a note, she hands it to Sam, once Sam reads it, he hands it to Dean to read it. "If you're not back in 5 minutes, I'm going to come get you okay?" She nods her head. Sam stands up to let her out and she heads to the bathroom. Sam looks at Dean and notices that he's scanning the diner. "Do you think it was such a good idea to take her here?" Dean looks at Sam. "What and have her eat in the car?" Sam clears his throat. "Well it's safer than here." Dean checks his watch and is about to get up, when she comes out from the bathroom. She stands next to the booth. Dean pulls out some money and throws it on the table. They leave.

Once on the road Dean turns the radio on. "Chances for thunderstorm are most likely to hit us tonight, so if you don't have to be on the road, you should stay in." "Visibility will be decreased by at least 80 percent." "I guess we should do a little grocery shopping before we get to the motel." She writes a note and hands it to Sam. Sam reads it. "Can we get a pizza?" "Sure."

When they arrive at the hotel it's about 6pm. They get pizza and some drinks. Sam rents a room and they sneak her in. They salt each window and the door. Dean turns on the TV while Sam is on his laptop. She sits on the floor eating her pizza slices with her soda next to her. Dean and Sam are drinking beer with their supper.

Meanwhile the man is talking on a cell phone to someone who can't be seen. "Yeah, she was here with two men." "Yes sir, we'll keep our distance so we don't tip them off." In the background you get a shot of the manager dead behind the counter, his throat is sliced open. "Yes, of course." He hangs up the phone and then signals his men and they leave.