Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine and never will be, thanks for reminding me.
AN: The song Jack is singing to herself is "Laugh I Nearly Died" By The Rolling Stones in case anyone's curious.
Jack woke to a bout of nausea and a killer headache, not one of her finer wake up calls. The a.c. in her crappy motel room must have gone out sometime during the night before, she thought, because she was covered in sweat. It was only when she saw the scorch marks on the bedside table and the ceiling that she realized what had happened.
"Nice job sparks now you gotta ditch out." She mumbled to herself pulling herself up out of bed. Her stomach lurched dangerously and she barely made it to the bathroom before the contents of her empty stomach made their grand appearance.
"Damnit all." She said flushing down the watery mess, it took all her energy to pull herself up to rinse her mouth with the questionable tap water. She looked at herself in the rusty mirror. Her skin was flushed bright red like she'd just run the marathon, her shoulder length red hair was in disarray with the blackened ends sticking to her sweaty neck, the pounding in her head hadn't ceased yet either. She hadn't had after effects like this since she was a kid just starting to understand and control her abilities. And she hadn't scorched a hotel room in over a month. Now she had and couldn't think of why.
She felt like there was something she should be remembering, something she'd dreamt but it hurt her head to much when she tried. She shrugged and stopped trying, she had more important things to worry about then a few black marks on the walls of a truck stop motel anyway. Like food. Her stomach grumbled on cue and she smiled and patted her tummy. One of the few constants in her life, even after feeling like a truck rolled over her stomach she was still famished whenever she used her power.
"I've been travelin but I don't know where, I've been missin you but you just don't care…." She started singing to herself as she turned on the shower, retrieving her tooth brush and shampoo while she waited for the water to struggle towards luke warm. Glancing at the wall clock Jack was glad to see it was four in the a.m.. The sun wasn't even up yet no one would see her leave.
Jack bathed as quickly as she could, never liking to take to long to leave a place. She wanted to be on the open road ASAP. After her hasty shower and brushing her teeth twice to rid herself of the taste Jack picked up the few belongings she hadn't kept packed up. She never fully unpacked, getting together the charms and cleaning up the salt lining the doorway already took up precious time. She dressed in a pair of jeans a tank top and an oversized black sweater that belonged to her uncle when he was still alive. It barely smelled like Chris anymore and the thought made her sad but she pushed the thought aside and shoved her feet into the new boots she treated herself to after a good pull from a college kid a few cities back. Why did a nineteen year old kid need a wallet full of twenties anyway. It would build character, getting his pocket picked.
She grinned widely at the thought and took out her trusty road map of the USA. She found the road she needed fast, she was trained to find her way easily, humming while she was folding the map up and putting it back in her backpack. She grabbed up her big duffel bag and swinging it over her shoulder and out the door with only a passing glance to make sure she didn't forget anything.
Jack's motorcycle was parked twenty feet from her ground floor room, gleaming in the moonlight. It was her pride and joy one of the few things she'd bought honestly, with the money her uncle left her for when…. It was better not to think about that. Four grand and a helluva lot of repairs later she had a way to get around without hitching or riding the greyhound. She took precautions inlaying protection spells and charms into the paintjob. The "SpookCycle" her buddy Billy called it. The plates said Louisiana, though she hadn't lived there in years, just a little tribute to where she was born. The open road was the only home Jack knew, even before she was alone she and Chris lived like nomads.
"Kansas here I come." Jack said to the night as covered her head in her helmet and started her bike. Grabbing food on the road later was all she could hope for at this hour. She hoped to be across the state line in a few hours, if she didn't make to many stops along the way. Speeding didn't matter, she was sure none of the names on her fake I.D's had traffic records.
There was no way the owners didn't hear her peel out of the parking lot. She did it on purpose. They were not gonna be happy with that room but with the condition it was in when she checked in four days ago they couldn't really complain to much.
'Now all I have to do is get to Lawrence in one piece.' She thought to herself as she sped onto the empty highway.
AN2: This chapter is short because I just wanted to start giving a feel for Jack and a little about the way she lives.