They got back onto the road and continued on, aiming to get as much distance done as they could before they'd have to stop to get some rest.

At least that had been the plan before Mary noticed there was smoke coming out from under the cars hood.

"Mama! Smoke!" Dean told her helpfully.

"I know baby, I see it." Mary said immediately going to the side of the road and turning the engine off. She reached for her bag, grabbing a bandanna and her gun. She wrapped the bandanna around the lower half of her face and tucked the gun under her shirt into her pants.

Taking a deep breath Mary carefully opened the top part of her car, stepping back and waving the smoke away from the engine as best as she could, wishing she had a magazine or something to use. She had to wait a few seconds before the smoke disappeared before she could look into it, shifting the bandanna more into place on her face.

She...didn't even have the first idea of what to do here. Staring helplessly at the engine and everything else, she tried to figure out what could be done. She needed to check the map and atlas, maybe there was a gas station close by that they could walk to and then find someone to call for help. There had to be some sort of mechanic around here.

Mary went back into the car, going to her glove compartment and pulling out the map and book, trying to figure out where they were exactly. She looked around them to see some sort of sign or tried to remember anything that they had passed to no avail.

"Mama?" Dean asked, leaning over the seats to look at the map intently as well. "Okay?"

Mary smiled at him, reaching up to stroke his head. "Everything is fine." she assured him. "Just gotta think for a bit."

She got out of the car again, holding the map in hand as she looked around, not even seeing a highway marker or anything that could tell her where she was. The last gas station she had passed was back in Nebraska about three hours ago so logically there had to be another one just upcoming that they could find a phone.

A truck was driving on the road and started to slow down, stopping a few feet away from her. She could see the outline of a man lean over to roll the window down, looking down at her. "You need some help ma'am?" he called out to her.

She leaned back enough to feel the gun tucked into her pants under her shirt and nodded. "If it's not too much trouble." she called back, shoving the map back into the car.

The man parked and got out, reaching to grab a toolbox from somewhere next to him, and went to her side as the two of them started to look into the car's engine.

She knew the basics about cars, she knew how to deal with the simple things. Anything that required a lot more work, she would usually go to a mechanic.

She needed a tow, that was she and the trucker, "Call me Kev ma'am," came to the conclusion. Someone with a lot more experience than the two of them combined with proper tools.

"I got a radio and I know the man for ya." Kev told her, straightening up and wiping his hands on the side of his pants. "I'll make the call for ya."

"Thank you." Mary said earnestly. She looked into her car to see Dean was halfway to hanging out the window with wide eyes as he stared at the truck next to them. "Dean."

Dean turned to the man with almost stars in his eyes. "Truck." he whispered in awe.

She heard Kev laugh at that, smiling and shaking her head. "You get that a lot?" she asked him.

"Mostly on the road, they do the," he brought his arm up, moving it up and down. "So that I sound the horn."

"Can you?" Dean asked excitedly, making her go around to him to lightly push him back into the car before he fell out. He fell back into his seat but then immediately got back up, looking out the window.

"Let me make the call and then I'll see." Kev said, smiling as he walked back around to the drivers side. She could hear a radio crackle and someone else answered, static crackling. Kev climbed back out and went to her side again.

"Alright, he said he'll be here in about twenty minutes." Kev told her. "Want me to wait here with you?"

"No, thank you for all of this." Mary said with a smile. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this."

"Not a problem ma'am." Kev said, nodding at her. He winked at Dean as he walked back to his side, getting in and closing the door. Mary watched Dean's face fall as the truck started to pull away.

When the truck got onto the road and was a few feet away the horn sounded, loud and blaring across the area. Dean laughed in delight, giggling and waving at the truck as it continued to drive until it was gone.

Mary laughed as well, it was a bit contagious and she needed to smile, and opened the back door so that she could sit and wait with Dean on her lap at least. She patted the spot where her gun was and tried to relax, just holding onto her son.

After what felt like an eternity, but looking at her watch told her that it was in fact only twenty minutes, there was another car coming towards them, a tow truck. She breathed out a sigh of relief and put Dean back down onto the seat, standing up and getting out of the car.

Mary lifted her hand to the tow truck and walked back to the front, glaring at the engine as if she could will it to be fixed with just a single look.

It worked with Dean, why wouldn't it work with the engine?

She heard the truck come up to them and stop, and then the sound of the driver getting out and walking towards her. She turned to look at him and froze, seeing the same look of stunned disbelief that she was sure was on her face.

"Bobby?" she exclaimed, feeling her chest tighten slightly.

Bobby Singer stared back at her in shock. "Mary."

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