Time Falls Away
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will yadda ya… you get the rift.
A/N: Here is another chap, hope you like!
Hinder a New Rival
Max's POV
I stare out the window involuntarily watching the dreary scenery flicker past like nothing. Sam just had to ruin my fun and take the wheel… I guess I should have eased back a little bit and let the guy sleep. Now look where my white-knuckle driving has gotten me, the passenger seat. Ugh how boring.
We chatted for a while. He asked me about where I live and doubtfully questioned my career, I affably questioned about his career. He is a pretty good liar. Not that this shocks me, after all he does have Alec the unsurpassed king of all frauds exemplarily teaching him.
I tap my fingers to the beat of the some classic rock. I am not exactly sure what it is, but it sounds like something an old roomy used to listen to. Sam and I ran out of things to say about a hundred miles back, I mean how do you have an honest conversation with two completely dishonest people? Everything is so downside up. I glance back at the sleeping form huddled in the backseat, by which might I mention I am gonna blame on him.
Alec's condition has seized to differ since this morning, he is still feverish, shaky and out cold. I wish he weren't, it would make things a lot simpler.
Here I thought I would be nervously gawking, searching for the words to express my deep desire for the love of my life. Yeah right, this is real romantic.
I hear the car's engine rumble to a silent drone, finally coming to my senses. Comprehending my insanely rapt mind, I have been doing that a lot as of late. Sam turns to face me; his normal serene attitude is gone. He seems anxious, that can't be good.
"This it?" I utter allowing my gaze to drift over the building. The place looks pretty run down, practically in the middle of nowhere. I stare half hazardously at the ramshackle donning red and white neon letters. It says Harvelle's Roadhouse, must be pretty exclusive to be all the way out here, looking like that. Don't get me wrong, I have seen worse but this is place seems a tad shabby... emphasis on the tad.
"Yeah, this is it" he says, clearly hiding away the agony his facial expressions were displaying. It kinda worries me, but not to worry for I am Super bitch, Queen of all that is bitchy. I glare back at the sleeping form. This is his fault after all. I mean I find jackass here, and his world comes crumbling down on me in a vast heap of troubles, as usual. I sigh, Sam doesn't notice through his glazed expression.
I uninterestedly watch Sam think about something really hard waiting for him to say something, anything. Its grating on my nerves and he seems to do it a lot, can't be good. He is staring at the neon sign in the front window; he almost looks like he is opting on whether or not to go in. Assertively I glide out of the car, making the choice for him. I did not travel this far to turn around, boy is he some sissy or what? I mean what is the worst that could happen? Really?
I struggle to pull Alec's deadweight out of the backseat, but eventually have him propped up between me and the side of the black shiny car. His head lolls to the side and rests on my shoulder and he mumbles something. I swear he could be doing this on purpose, god knows the jackass would do it. I struggle moving the load of the irritatingly handsome Alec when I feel the weight relieved from my grasp. Sam has pulled out of his own little world long enough to give a girl a hand. I offer to give a hand but the stubborn fool insists that he has it.
I impulsively tap my foot waiting on the tenacious guy to fumble his way to the door I will virtuously hold open. He doesn't seem to notice my haste sensibility overtaking the rational side of me. Then again, my line between rationality and belligerent instinct isn't very broad, or so I have been told.
After screen door slaps the doorframe, I scoot in front of him and find myself in a place just as dingy as the outside. It's really some place, the beautiful antlers prettifying the wall, the place is really quite charming in a hunting saloon sorta way. Kinda reminds me of Crash, without all the people. I glance around the dusty murky room failing to spot anyone. Sam doesn't seem to care and I keep snooping around.
There is a bar, a pool table, a couple tables, nothing very extravagant. Aside from that I would think this place was abandoned. That is until I hear the scuff of someone's shoes and turn around to have a gun shoved in my face.
"Who the hell are you?" the petite blondes snaps, I smirk amused. She thinks she is tough huh? "What's so funny?" she presses the rifle to my chest a little harder. The woman may be daunting, but come on really; I could take her at anytime of the day.
"Jo, she's a friend" I slap away the gun dismally, she won't use it, if she had she would've by now. She is clearly thwarted by my failure to be apprehensive of her. I watch her gaze flip over to Sam.
"What are you doing here? I thought I…" I can hear the resentment for him. I think Sam's previous proclamation friend was overstated. This Jo chick is scowling, hands on hips pissed beyond all recognition, yeah definitely overstated.
"I know, we were gonna leave you alone" he paused and took a deep breath as if to calm his nerves "Dean's sick" he waved his hand in gesture to the slumped form propped up on a chair. Her gaze instantly softened. "Ash told us we could come; he might be able to help him."
"What happened?" her voice came out much softer than the initial greeting. I watch her grimly, and feel like I might topple over. She likes him, are they together? Were they together? My heart throbs, pulses almost off beat, maybe I am too late.
"We're not sure" he glances toward me for a second "but we think he might be poisoned. Which is why I need you to get Ash, now." She nods briefly and starts toward a backroom hollering Ash's name.
"Sam, I have to tell you something…" he looks at me wearily. "I know about what you guys really do, I mean don't get me wrong I think it is nuts, maybe I am nuts for believing it... but you don't have to hide anything from me. Ale... well he needs help and I don't want to get in the way, but I do think I can help." He nods to me, less surprised than I'd imagined he would be at my admission. He looks... relieved. "Oh and something else… I'm not a nurse." He laughs lightly.
"Kinda figured as much."
I sombrely plop on a barstool, Sam and that mullet guy are researching. It has gone from poison to some sort of retro virus like curse in about, oh two hours. It is enough to drive a girl up the wall. They think someone or more precisely something has given him a curable illness, it was starting to sound like some funky blackmail. Like Manticore.
I sense her eyes glued to me, she has been doing that since she came back into the main room. It is really getting to me. "You know staring, it's rude" I snap turning in my seat to face the petite woman. She reminds me of that chick off 'Dukes of Hazard' or something. With her tight low-rise jeans, pink tight-fitted button up t-shirt and blonde wavy hair. It makes me wanna wrinkle my nose and snort.
"You think I was looking at you?" she growled. Well at least the feeling's mutual.
"Well usually you know when you look at someone for two minutes standing it's considered to be a little ogling. I know I'm attractive, but sorry hun I don't swing that way." If looks could kill.
She nears me when another woman storms through the door.
"Jo!" the younger woman's head spins toward the doorway.
"What?" she barks back. I watch the older woman's gaze stream over me.
"What the hell is going on around here? And who the hell is this?"
"I dunno, ask her" she scowled, shrugged and stormed out of the room.
"Well" she glares at me. Like mother, like daughter, how does this not surprise me?
"Max" I pause at her unconcealed veil of blasé "An old friend of Dean's" her look of enthusiasm gets even better, she looks pissed. She can think whatever she wants, this beats staring at the clock anyways. Time seems to lag on as she takes me on in a game of stare off.
"You wanna beer?" She offers blithely. I stall a bit taken aback; I really thought she would be telling me off by now. I mean I'm pretty sure she caught my whole spiff of riling Jo up a little and I kinda thought she could be ticking like an overzealous wristwatch by now.
"Sure" I shrug. She pours me a drink and sets in down in front of me.
"So by old friend you mean girlfriend?" she prods leaning back against the bar casually. For some odd reason, possibly the fact that she seems like a rough cold-hearted woman, she seems to be acting out of character. Also Sam's gawking as he leans against the doorframe coming from Dr. Badass's room, kinda pushes my deduction over the edge.
"No" she clearly isn't buying it.
"Oh please" she stands up straight simultaneously slapping a palm on the bar. She leans in and towers over me, she is definitely better at this intimidation thing than Jo.
I squirm in my seat, I wanna bitch back but the words won't tumble out. This is way too awkward, she isn't supposed to be able to do this, I do this.
Half relieved I hear my cell phone ring off with a shrill. It nearly made me jump, that is before I tear my gaze away from the much too creepy woman. I take a peek at the number on the caller id, I don't recognize the number.
What is Deck handing out the number to my private line? "It's Max" I snap into the receiver.
"Well, well, well 452…" shit... this cannot be good.