Chapter 14

Teri and Becky ran outside and searched around the tree for clues. Teri leaned on the tree…and almost fell into it. Becky grabbed her and helped to pull her back. Becky released Teri. She touched the part of the tree that turned to air, but it was solid. When Teri touched the tree with the ear cuff, a door shaped section of the tree became transparent. Teri concealed the ring quickly and sped away from the tree. Becky ran to catch up.

"Where the Hell are you going? They're in there!" Becky demanded.

"We need weapons…Dean said he was parked in lot M, right?"

"But he's not driving the impala!"

"Dammit! We're gonna have to find whatever car he's driving and break into it!"

The women ran frantically from Junker car to Junker car in lot M. They knew Dean wouldn't steel anything flashy, but they had nothing else to go on.

Becky called over to Teri. "Question for you: who's the last person in North America to listen to Metallica and Motor Head on cassette tape?" Becky spied the tapes in the driver's side compartment.

"God I love that technology challenged man!" Teri said to herself as she raced over. The women were holding their wigs in place with multiple hair accessories, any of which doubled in a pinch as a lock pick. Becky jimmied the lock while Teri covered her and stood guard. Both women dove into weapon selection once the truck was open. Becky was shaking, but Teri seemed excited.

"Oooo, I wonder what's in the box," Teri pulled out a large, long box almost hidden in the back. She peaked inside and was pleased.

As Becky was concealing more and more weapons, reality was finally beginning to dawn on her. She started to hyperventilate. "What are we doing? I don't even know how to fight! We're going to get our asses kicked!"

"So, Dean and Sam get beat up all the time, and they're still pretty…"

"But…We're going to get killed, or tortured!"

"Then don't go," Teri said firmly.

"How can you be so brave?"

"I'm not brave Becky, I'm suicidal."

"What? You…you mean you think about killing yourself?"

"No, I just daydream about it sometimes…don't you?"

"Never!" Becky was offended at the thought.

"I'm not a happy well-adjusted person Becky! I thought you knew that about me. Life sucks, I hate my trailer, I hate my job, disappointment, loneliness. Sam and Dean deserve to live more than I do, and if they died because I didn't help them, I'd kill myself."

"You're right, I'd rather die than live in a world without them…or you." Becky said. Teri looked up and met Becky's hard stare.

Becky got in Teri's face. "So if you ever talk about killing yourself again, I'll beat the crap out of you!"

"I'd like to see you try that Small Fry!" Teri was kidding to cover her surprise that Becky never thought about suicide, or that her love was so strong. Maybe Becky was the stronger woman after all. Teri wanted to tell Becky that she loved her back, but her thoughts were interrupted.

"FREEZE! What are you doing over there!" the cop yelled out. Teri and Becky slammed the trunk shut and high-tailed it to the giant tree with the cop in pursuit.

Becky was a faster runner; Teri was struggling to keep up. Teri held the cumbersome box with one hand, and grabbed Becky's hand with the other. When they reached the tree, they sped up instead of slowing down; they were counting on the ear cuff to do its thing. With the cop inches behind them, the women fell into the tree like ghosts. The tree was quite solid for the cop however; he crashed into it, knocking himself unconscious. Once he woke up, he pretended it never happened since he couldn't explain it.