Adventures in Driving
Chapter Seven
The gang was walking when a drunk in a Lincoln Town car came out of nowhere and almost hit them on the sidewalk. Thanks to Dean's quick actions, no one was hurt since he pushed all out of the way.
The car smashed into a row of newspaper stands and a phone booth. The driver, an elderly man with white hair, stumbled away down the alley while Dean was yelling obscenities at him.
Dean looked over the damaged vehicle and determined nothing major was wrong with it and since the drunk had left the keys, it was a no-brainer to take it to the garage. However, once he was comfortably cruising along, the warning light appeared, stating it was low on gasoline. "Jeez, can't one thing go right tonight?" He said out loud, but no one was paying attention due to the fact they were stoned off of the transvestite's homemade brownies. Plus, Gabe and Sam were still buzzed from the Everclear.
Dean hated to spend some cash on gasoline but it was obviously necessary and pulled into a gas station. "Alright, everybody stays in the car…no arguments." The driver sighed when he wasn't answered, "Did you guys hear me? You stay in the car no matter what happens…got it?"
"What if Gabe farts?" Sam snorted as the others laughed.
"Then you stay." Dean answered.
"What if the car catches fire?" Jo giggled.
"Then you stay." Dean answered again.
"What if…" Gabe began to ask but was immediately interrupted by his friend.
"Listen no matter what in the hell happens, you stay put and wait for me…understand?" Dean asked again.
"Yes, sir!" Cas yelled and saluted while everyone else roared with laughter.
Dean shook his head, mumbling, "And everybody says that I'm the screw-up…I had a Purple Passion and a brownie...yet, I'm normal. But these jerks messed up, got tattoos, old lady kisses and god knows what else."
Once inside the store, Dean walked up to the counter, "One dollar on pump number four."
"A dollar?" The male clerk sneered.
"Yeah, a dollar." Dean snapped, as the clerk rung up the order.
A tall man with black hair walked in as the doors chimed and began waving a handgun, "Give me all the cash in the fucking register…now!"
The clerk hesitated for a brief moment before handing all the cash over in a brown paper bag.
"Thirty-two dollars…that's it?"
"Yeah, it's a slow night ever since the police clamped down on hookers." The clerk honestly replied.
"No way!" He shouted. "There's gotta be more!
"Sorry man."
"Give me all your money then!" The gunman said, looking at Dean.
"All I have is that dollar that I gave him."
"Yeah, right."
"No, its true…he paid a dollar for gas."
"Dammit! Dammit!" The robber shouted, fiercely pacing. "Give me your keys then!"
"No, I can't!" Dean protested. "My family is in there!"
The gunman pointed the pistol at Dean's forehead, "Give me the damn keys!"
"I will, but only when you let my family go." It was the last thing Dean said before the gun went off.
The gunman limped out of the gas station with his pistol pointed on Dean and pushed him to the driver's side. "Get in!"
Dean opened the door and slowly sat down trying to warn the others, but they were too stoned. The robber sat in the backseat, directly behind Dean, and pushed Jo up front.
"Start driving and don't stop 'til I tell ya!"
Dean drove down the deserted street while the gunman was complaining, "Dammit kid, you shot me and it fucking hurts!"
"Hey, I was defending myself and you should never put a gun against someone 'cause they can grab it from you and struggle…that's how ya got shot in the foot, asshole!"
"Shut the hell up and drive fucking faster!"
"Knock, knock." Sam said to the strange man with a gun sitting next to him.
"What?"
"Knock, knock."
"Kid, what in the hell are you doing?" The gunman asked.
"Knock, knock."
"Who the fuck is there?"
"Foster"
"Foster who?"
"Foster than a speeding bullet!" The boy and others laughed.
"Shut up!"
"Knock, knock." Sam said again to the strange man with a gun sitting next to him.
"What?"
"Knock, knock."
"Not again." The gunman sighed.
"Knock, knock."
"Fine, just one more time…who the fuck is there?"
"Sam."
"Sam who?"
"Sam person who knocked the last time." Sam snorted.
"What in the hell is wrong with you…are you a retard or something?" The gunman asked, obviously irritated by the juvenile antics.
"What in the hell is wrong with you…are you a retard or something?" Gabe mocked.
"Shut up! The gunman shouted.
"Shut up!" Gabe mocked.
"I said, shut the hell up!" The gunman demanded.
"I said, shut the hell up!" Gabe mocked.
"Stop it!" The gunman demanded.
"Stop it!" Gabe mocked as the kids in the front laughed.
"What in the hell is wrong with you guys…are ya stoned?" The gunman inquired.
"What in the hell is wrong with you guys…are ya stoned?" Gabe mocked again.
"You wanna a brownie?" Sam asked.
"You're stoned."
"Yep, shep, don't take another step on that pep coz it needs to be prepped." Sam annoyingly sang.
"I jacked a fucking clown car!" The robber shouted.
"I jacked a fucking clown car!" Gabe mocked.
"I already told you to stop this!" The gunman demanded.
"I already told you to stop this!" Gabe mocked as the kids in the front laughed again.
"Oh man, I think I'm gonna be sick!" Sam cried just as he barfed all over the robber.
"Oh shit! Oh shit!" He yelled at the disgusting sight.
"Oh shit! Oh shit!" Gabe mocked, as the kids in the front laughed once again.
However, Sam again barfed and this time caused Gabriel to as well. The gunman was pleading for Dean to help him by grabbing his shoulder and instantly caused the vehicle to swerve. Two cop cars sitting outside a donut shop saw this and began chasing the Town Car. Once calling it in, the police were then advised there was a gunman on board since the gas station clerk had just called it in.
Despite the gunman shouting and grabbing him and half of the kids in the car puking, Dean managed to stay ahead of the police cars.
"Dean, pullover, I gotta barf!" Jo demanded. But before he could react, she puked toward the gunman in the backseat, who screamed like a little girl seeing a spider. That was the final straw as he opened the backdoor and jumped out. The police vehicles almost ran over him as they skidded to a halt. The gunman immediately gave up and demanded a shower while being arrested.
Dean floored the Lincoln, desperately trying to make up for lost time. Once again, bad luck returned as the car finally ran out of gas and with no station in sight, he sat there and sighed. Then the smell hit him, forcing the blonde teen to get out, breathing fresh air. "C'mon, we gotta start walking."
"But Dean, I'm sick." Sam wined.
"Yeah, me too." Jo sickly stated as well.
"Guys…this has been a shitty night and I just wanna get back home. Plus, I lost a damn dollar too."
"Uh, no you didn't." Gabe remarked, showing Dean the cash in the brown bag.
"Well, its not ours…it's the clerks so just leave it."
Gabe pleaded, "We can't leave it…someone else will take it."
"Yeah, you're right," Dean agreed. "Let me have it and you grab everything else except those damn brownies."
"Dean, I am a horrible babysitter."
"No Cas, I'm the one who's the screw up, not you." Dean honestly stated to his best friend.
TBC…
