Chapter 2
She tip toed through the parking lot a little more then ten feet behind them, darting behind cars and out of their view when ever she felt they would turn around. Sam and Dean sauntered lazily past their Impala and kept going. The stalker followed them stealthily as they walked along the side of the diner, in between it and another building.
Dean glanced over his shoulder but saw nothing behind him. The waitress, Hilary, had darted behind a dumpster just in time. The woman let out a soft sigh of relief, careful to remain unnoticed. She leaned against the brick wall behind her for a moment until she felt it was safe to continue her pursuit. The waitress peered around the corner of the dumpster, meeting the barrel of Dean's gun.
She fell back into the wall in surprise.
"Why were you following us?" Dean barked at the frightened woman.
"I, uh, you won't believe me!" she shrieked in a panic.
"You'd be surprised at what we'll believe," Sam told her.
"Tell us!" Dean barked.
"Okay just don't shoot me!"
"We'll see."
"I," she thought for a moment. "I have this like, thing. It's like I don't know an ability I guess."
"Go on," Sam encouraged her, intrigued.
"It started like ten months ago or something and, like, no one knows but I can like kind of…"
"Go on," he repeated.
"I can read peoples minds."
Sam raised his eyebrows and gave Dean a knowing look.
"Yeah, okay so why were you following us then?"
Surprised they didn't question her unusual secret, she replied, "I've never met anyone that I couldn't hear what they're thinking. Some people it's a little harder though, I have to touch them to know what they're thinking and when I touched your arm I didn't get anything." She stared at her feet then looked back up at Sam, "That's why I was following you."
"That's it?"
She nodded.
"Well, I hate to break it to you sweetheart but Sammy here, he's not such a smart boy. I bet you he just wasn't thinking when you tried to read him."
Sam glared at Dean.
She shook her head again, still unsure whether they actually believed her or not. "Even baby's think loudly. I've never met anyone I couldn't read, until now. I had to follow you."
To her relief Dean lowered his gun and looked at his brother, "Maybe its cause of that whole ESP thing you have going on."
"You're like me aren't you?" Hilary asked before Sam could respond. "Except you can't read minds, like you get premonitions.
"How'd you know that?"
"Well, Dean, you were just thinking it."
Hilary stood locked in Sam's gaze for a moment.
"As much fun as this is, my brother and I have a life to get back to. Come on John Edwards, we have a job to do," Dean commanded, motioning for his brother to leave.
"Wait!" Hilary called as they started to walk back in the direction of the car. "Please, I've never met anyone like me before!"
Sam turned around, gazing back into her ocean blue eyes. He took her hand and pulled a pen from his pocket, scribbling something down on her palm.
"Here's my number, we'll be in town for the next little while. If you want to talk just give me a call."
She gave him a light smile, "Thanks."
Sam walked in the direction of the car and she walked the opposite way. Dean stared at the attractive woman for a moment as she trotted away. She froze mid step and looked over her shoulder to glare at Dean. "I head that you perve!"