I think I will eventually write a SamOC.
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Chapter 6: On The Road
"Can I speak with you for a minute?" Sam asked sharply.
Dean released Amber and stood up, following Sam out of the room.
"Dean! Seriously, are you sure you want her to come with us? Think about it, man. How are we going to keep our 'job' a secret if she comes with us?"
"I don't know, man! I'll think of something," he whispered out in the hall, "maybe we should just tell her. The way I see it, she's one of us, if you know what I mean," Dean looked over his shoulder into the room then back at his brother.
"I don't know how she would handle that…the truth. It might be a bit much for her now," Sam whispered sharply, "I mean, I don't think she'll handle the part about how our father sent us down here to protect her and her family for some reason or another, yet we failed at saving her family. How do you think she would react to knowing that we were basically stalking her this past week?"
"I know what you're sayin', but we still need to protect her!" Dean insisted.
"Dean!"
"Sammy, she's coming with us and that's the end of it!" Dean threw up his hands then proceeded to walk back into Amber's room.
"It's Sam!" Sam almost shouted to Dean.
Twenty minutes later the release forms were signed and Dean and Sam were on the road with Amber. She sat in the back of the black Impala, admiring how nice they kept it. Amber sat slumped in the back seat, behind Sam who sat in the passenger seat.
"Get some sleep," Dean had told Amber as he held the passenger seat down for her so she could climb in.
To be honest, she highly doubted she would be able to sleep that night or the next night because of everything that had happened. Too many thoughts were running through her mind from earlier that evening. Around either in the morning they were close to four hours into their drive to Blackwater, Colorado (A/N: you'll see where I'm going with this). Dean still drove, but was now humming along to a Metallica song that was playing softly on the radio. The entire ride, Dean and Sam would periodically glance back at Amber, and though she noticed, she did not look at them, she just continued to stare blankly out the back window at the road, houses and trees.
Dark circles became darker and darker and her eyes grew puffier by the hour. It was not like her to go without sleep. Even though she had not slept for over 24 hours, she still was not feeling tired.
"How ya doin' back there," Dean turned slightly in the driver's seat, gripping the wheel with his left hand, to look at Amber.
Dean's question snapped Amber out of her thoughts and brought her back to reality, but only for a few moments. The only thing she could think of to do was nod at that moment then turn to stare back out the window. Dean turned back around in his seat and received a slap upside the head from Sam.
"Ow, Jesus, what the hell was that for!" he yelped.
Sam shot Dean a look, a look that would have killed Dean instantly if looks could kill. He mouthed the words,
"How ya doin'?" motioning with his hands.
"Bitch," Dean muttered under his breath.
"Hoe," Sam muttered in response.
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An hour later they found themselves at a diner in the middle of nowhere. Sam held down the passenger seat for Amber to climb out. As she climbed out, Sam grabbed her upper arm to keep her from tripping on the black seatbelt. As they entered the diner, the bell on the door jingled, drawing everyone's attention to the doorway, but only for a few moments. As they stood there, an older woman with bleach blonde hair and bright red lipstick came up to them,
"Booth or table?" she asked, grabbing three menus off the counter behind her.
Dean looked up and Sam and down at Amber, both of them shrugged,
"Booth?" Amber spoke up for the first time in hours.
"Booth," Dean smiled at the older woman.
"Right, follow me right this way," the older woman spun on her bright red heels, leading them towards a booth on the right side of the building. Amber slide in first, crossing her jean-clad legs under the table and placing her slender hands on the top of the table. Dean slid in beside her and Sam sat across from them. The woman handed each of them a menu,
"Thank you," each of them replied as they were handed a menu.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" the older woman smiled at them, revealing red lipstick on her off-white teeth.
"A water please," Amber asked while staring out the window beside her.
Trees obstructed her view. She shuddered, turning away from the window and looking down at the menu that sat, unopened, on the table in front of her. She hated the woods, even though she had grown up in Blackwater Ridge, Colorado, all her life. Late one night she had a bad experience. She had been only ten at the time, but she was out in the woods around midnight and as she sat on a log, she heard a ghostly voice coming from all directions, whispering, no, pleading, for her to help them.
"Amber?" Dean tapped her shoulder, snapping her out of her thoughts. She shuddered,
"Huh?" she shook her head a few times to clear her thoughts then looked at Dean.
The waitress was staring at Amber, holding up a pad of paper, ready to take her order. Amber handed the waitress her menu while saying,
"I'm not really hungry,"
"Alright dear, how about you?" she asked, turning to Sam.
"You should really eat something," Dean said.
"Dean, please, I really appreciate your concern, but I'm just not hungry right now," she turned her head and peered back out the window, clouds drifting by over the tall trees.
