-Chapter 14-
"Lydia? Lydia, what's happening?" Sam asked into the receiver, feeling Dean look at him out of the corner of his eye. He'd heard the crash through the phone's speaker and the sound of Lydia screaming. He'd also heard tires squealing. None of those sounds were good. He didn't bother to stay on the phone knowing that she was no longer on the line.
"Drive." He said to Dean's questioning gaze before hitting the end button. Dean said nothing in response, just stared straight ahead and pushed the Impala around the curves of the road.
After a few miles in the dark, Sam saw the sign for the vineyard up ahead. The reflective tape with a 1 mile marker shone in the headlights.
"She should be up here." Sam muttered through his teeth. He could feel the tension radiating off of Dean, not to mention his own feels of helplessness.
"What the hell was she even doing out her, man?" Dean said, still staring straight ahead. "She had to know that coming out here was a sure fire way to get killed." The tone of his brother's voice became tighter, more aggressive, and Sam forced his eyes to stay on the road up ahead for any sign of Lydia or her car.
"I told her that she didn't know what she was doing. I told her this was dangerous." Dean slammed his hands on the stirring wheel as they passed the vineyard tasting house on the left side. Dean's jaw twitched as he clinched his teeth.
There was a splash of red reflecting off the road as they turned the next corner. Dean slowed as he saw it and rolled around the corner carefully. Not far from the curve was Lydia's Volkswagen, parked in the middle of the lane, driver's door open. Dean threw the Impala into park and was out his door before they had fully stopped. Sam followed behind him, approaching the open Sudan with trepidation. He expected to look through the drivers open door and see Lydia, drained and withered, but when he came to stand beside Dean, he saw the empty driver's seat, phone laying in on the floor.
"She got away." Sam said with relief.
"But for how long?" Dean growled. He started to move up the road while Sam climbed into the Volkswagen. Flipping a u-turn on the quiet road, Sam parked Lydia's car on the right shoulder, turning the hazards on before turning off the car entirely and pocketing the keys.
"Sam!" Dean yelled from the darkness, his voice echoing slightly off the hillside. Sam ran off into the darkness in the direction Dean had been walking. About half a mile up the road Dean was staring down at a pair of black pumps.
"I told her these shoes were useless." Dean laughed, but it was darkly. "Have to say, she made it further on them then I would have thought."
"She's running on bare feet, Dean. We'll be able to catch up to her now. Dean nodded, scooping up the heels off the ground. With a final glace into the surrounding farmland, Sam and Dean jogged back to the Impala, throwing it into drive with hope that they still had a chance to catch up with the barefooted woman. As the engine roared, Sam searched the road for any sign of her.
"Where could she be headed?" He asked quietly.