Hours later, Sam and Shelby sat in front of each other in a booth at a diner not far from the motel. Shelby sat quietly looking at the menu intently trying to act like she was busy so that she would not have to talk for a minute. She knew what she wanted but she needed a minute to think. She had been with Sam a good bit of the day. It was now getting late and she was starving. She felt awkward all day from being around Sam. They only talked to each other when they absolutely had to and Sam was usually the one to start the talking. I feel like a little kid. I am twenty-four years old and I can talk to anyone in the world except guys. No wonder I am still single.
Shelby's thoughts were interrupted by a middle age waitress. "You two make such a cute couple," the waitress gushed with a sweet smile.
Shelby's head looked up at the waitress so fast that she could have gotten whip lash. She tried to make a reply, "We're not a couple. We're ummm…ummm…" Her mind suddenly went blank. What do I say?
"We are just friends," Sam replied looking from Shelby with a cocked eyebrow to smile at the waitress. Awkward… Dude she totally freaked. How adorable?
"Oh, well excuse me," she kept on smiling. "What can I get for the two of you then?"
Shelby was looking down at the table so Sam answered the waitress's question. "We will wait until our friends come." The sooner they come the better for poor Shelby.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"A coke please."
"And you sweetie?" the waitress asked as she looked down at Shelby.
Shelby whispered almost inaudible, "A Sprite."
"Coming right up," with that the waitress left the Shelby and Sam.
The awkwardness didn't last long. Harley and Dean came through the door. Harley slid in beside Shelby and Dean slid in next to Sam. Harley looks like she has been crying and Dean keeps glancing at her with concern.
"So… what did ya'll find out?" Shelby asked Harley excited that she now has someone to talk to. When Shelby's gaze met Harley's, Shelby realized that her face was tear stained. "What is wrong?" Shelby asked as the waitress returns to the table with their drinks.
"Are you ready to order?" the waitress asked. Within minutes everyone had placed their order and Shelby's eyes were still on Harley waiting for an answer.
Dean finally pipes in, "She knows what we are after."
"What? How?" Shelby asked.
Harley unfolds a piece of construction paper and places it in the middle of the table.
"It is called a morte de crianca. It means child death. It feeds off sick children. It basically pins them to the bed with huge claws and sucks the life out of them," Harley explains.
"Those poor kids. They must have been terrified," Sam says shocked.
"They have to be terrified to scream like that," Harley states as she stares off.
"Mercedes," Shelby says in a whisper as she looks over at Harley.
"A car? You're thinking of a car?" Sam asked looking at Shelby with his usual annoyed expression. With this question Shelby whips her head to look at Sam with disgust. She is about to say something when Harley cuts in.
"She was my sister and this thing killed her right in front of me. Dad said he killed it but there must be more than just one."
"How did he kill it?" Dean asked.
"He didn't tell me," Harley mumbled as the waitress brought out their food. The rest of the meal was silent.