Ask and ye shall receive! Seriously though, thank you to godwar169 for leaving a review, and you are credited for me getting an update out just a day apart! I think I'm going to make this a fairly long fanfiction, and just combine the like three or four phases I have in mind. Hopefully, this will be easier for you all. Oh, and as a fun fact the diner in this chapter is named, and based off a real restaurant in my town.
While I was used to speeding, what Dean was doing needed a completely different word to describe. What should have taken us nearly eight hours took five, and I was having a seriously hard time keeping up with him. Around halfway to the bunker we stopped in a town with a population of 84 to get fuel for the cars and ourselves. We stopped at a diner first. I pulled up and parked next to the Impala, being careful to leave plenty of room between the two vehicles. "You got money?" Dean asked me as we walked into the Hillbilly Restaurant.
"Yeah, I've got some," I said walking in and finding us a booth by a window. The menus were in a basket sitting on the table, so no waitress walked up immediately. "I have a question," I said taking a deep breath, mentally preparing the backlash that would certainly come from this. "I'm really, bored, and lonely, could..." I paused for a moment to gather up all of my courage. "Could you or Sam please ride with me for a while?" I blurted out as fast as possible.
Dean busted up laughing and I glared him. "Be nice, she's never driven longer than two hours at one time, remember," Sam said, glaring at his older brother. "Yeah, sure, I'll ride with you for a while, do you want me to take a turn driving?" He asked. I immediately frowned, yes I wanted someone to help me keep from falling asleep, but I didn't need anyone to drive for me.
"I think I'm capable of driving myself, thanks," I said. Neither Winchester got a chance to reply before the waitress came over to take our orders. "I'll have the chicken sandwich crispy, with some cheesy bacon fries," I ordered. "And a Dr. Pepper to drink, no a coffee, black." Once she finished writing down my order, Sam and Dean ordered. "Oh, and I'm on a separate ticket if that's not a problem," I said, almost forgetting.
"No, you aren't," Dean replied, I opened my mouth to argue, but the look that the older Winchester was giving me told me otherwise. "All on the same check will be just fine." He told her giving her a smile. As the young woman walked away I watch his eyes travel down the length of her body and back up. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore that nagging feeling in the back of my brain. "Well, I have seriously got to empty the tank, so I will be right back."
Just as Dean said that my serious need to pee hit me. "Yeah, I've really got to use the restroom too," I said sliding out of the booth and walking towards the bathroom sign next to Dean. "Hey Dean, does it get any better?" I asked once we were out of earshot from Sam. "I mean this guilty feeling like it's your fault that they died," I said softly, elaborating.
"No, I wish I could tell you differently, but it just sits there and piles up and weighs you down." Suddenly he was serious. "All you can do is keep on living, and try to keep something like that from happening again." He turned away from me. "That's why you want to hunt isn't?" He walked into the men's restroom.
"Yeah, it is," I whispered to myself before going to the girl's restroom. While that wasn't particularly what I wanted to hear, I was thankful he gave me the truth. However, I didn't know how to cope with the grief, the guilt, and the pain. Maybe drowning myself in this new world I had thrust myself into would help. Time would only tell. My other question was how Sam and Dean had gotten into hunting, and why Dean sounded like he knew exactly what guilt I was talking about. Both of them were big balls of angsty mystery.
Dean beat me back to the booth and was laughing and talking to Sam about something as if our conversation had never even happened. I was curious to know how he could do that, flip it like a switch that easily. "I'm starving, I really hope they hurry," I said sitting down across from the two. "Not to mention I'm anxious to see this bunker that you two keep telling me about."
"Yeah, about that we should probably let you know a few things." Sam started. "As we mentioned before you aren't the only person who's staying with us. Cas is there too." I raised an eyebrow. They'd never mentioned this Cas guy before this. "He's a fallen angel and a close friend of ours, I'm sure that you two will get along. Just as a warning though, he doesn't completely understand human interaction, it's all new to him, so try to be patient."
"Wait, a fallen angel?" I asked, more like shouted. "So, angels are real? What else is real?" I asked. While it was shocking my head wasn't spinning in circles like when I learned about witches, already the brothers had warned me that stuff like was real.
"While not everything from lore is real, it's probably best to just assume it is, the stories have to come from somewhere," Dean said, our conversation once again came to a stall whenever the waitress came with our food. The conversation forgotten, we dug into our food, my thoughts drifting about this angel Cas.
