CHAPTER 5
The Precipice of Hell.
St. Dominic's,
Dominion Springs, ARKANSAS
Sam crept towards the edge of the fissure. He had to see where Dean's everlasting existence had ultimately been condemned. He dropped down the four feet from the remaining floorboards and crawled across the scarred dirt, to the very edge of the infernal precipice. He forced himself to peer over the blazing brim of the chasm, into the fires of Hell. The infernal gorge seemed infinite, the blaze from below distorting distance and, as Sam peered down, time. Time froze, and nothing but Hell itself seemed to exist in that endless moment.
The heat alone was unbearable, and the sulfuric gases that rose forced a violent coughing fit from the awe struck hunter. Tears streamed down Sam's cheeks and despite the heat he trembled with overwhelming emotions. Howls of pain and despair rose from Hell's fiery depths. And as Sam peered into the blazing inferno he could almost make out innumerable souls clawing their way up towards the surface. He pushed back from the edge as his knees buckled with devastating hopelessness and he collapsed to the ground.
Life as he knew it had ended. In that instant Sam knew exactly why Dean had sold himself to a demon, he would too, if he could have his brother resurrected… If he hadn't just killed the only demon he knew could perform such a feat!
Sam felt like he had died too, that in that same instant his soul had been ripped from his body as Dean plunged to his ultimate death into Hell. There was nothing now, inside him, he was merely an empty shell, an abyss of empty oblivion, almost as infinite as Hell itself.
Bobby shook his head in anguish as he hedged his way around the gapping fissure, shielding his face from the intense heat as he made his way to Sam's side. Screams of pain and agony, of despair and hopelessness, echoed up from the abyss. And something more sinister; wails of victory and triumph, of the demons presented with another escape from Hell.
"We have to close it somehow Sam… it's another damned Devil's Gate!" Bobby urged, reaching for his duffle and his leather-bound compendium of rites and rituals. "I'm sure there's something in here…" he prattled desperately. He'd managed to switch off his immediate devastation at watching Dean, the boy he would gladly have called his own, sacrifice himself into the eternal damnation of Hell! He had to, or he'd collapse into a blubbering, sobbing heap...
"No Bobby… Maybe Dean can…" Sam stammered. Despite the tears, his face was devoid of emotion as his mind contemplated every last miniscule possibility of hope. The enormity of the situation hadn't quite settled. It was simply inconceivable that Dean; his big brother, his protector and his invincible Hero could be dead…
"No Sam, he's gone, we can't risk it." Bobby declared as he flicked through his notes. His voice was hoarse, choked up with stifled dread and loss, and his hands trembled as he clutched at his journal.
"He's really gone?" Sam muttered with defeat, his eyes fixed on the raging inferno. It would take a long time before he could accept that Dean was gone, forever.
"I'm sorry Sam, we tried. But we gotta do this, before we let out another army of demons…" Bobby pushed his emotions aside as he contemplated the horrendous crisis before them. Unlike Samuel Colt's Devil's Gate, this one didn't come with a door. "Dean really will claw his way out to whip our asses if we let loose another swarm of demons!"
"He could, Bobby… Dad did." Sam eyed Bobby with desperation. As much as Bobby would like to hope it could be possible, it was simply too risky. Enough demons had been unleashed on the world, far too many for the handful of hunters that currently struggled to exterminate them. Any more would hand them a guaranteed victory over mankind.
"It's too big a risk. Even if Dean could climb back out, where's he gonna go? His mortal body is down there somewhere… Let me do this. You know this is what Dean would want. I promise, if there's a way to release his soul from Hell, I'll find it. But right now we gotta close the gateway. Please, Sam, stand back." Bobby urged as he found the ritual he had searched for. He began to chant in Latin.
The earth began to shudder, and what commenced with a slight tremor quickly grew to a discernable quake. Sam watched as the fissure creaked and groaned as it tenaciously inched closed. The howls from below intensified as the souls realized their escape was closing in upon them. Sam watched the damned remnants of humanity scream and howl with rage and frustration as they clawed their way up the rocky abyss façade, their bodies scarred and burned, like cremated corpses. The longer he stared into the fiery pit, the more souls he spied. Some creatures were not even remotely human any longer. He could see them, scaling the rocky walls in their desperate attempt to escape. The crags were littered with the deformed and perverted souls of the desperate and the damned fraught with frantic hopes of escape. They clawed and climbed over each other, ripping one after another from the cliff face in their desperation.
As Sam peered into the abyss, gazing incoherently at the struggle of the damned he suddenly frowned in contemplation.
"Dean!" Sam pounced to the fissure's edge and almost threw himself over. Bobby had to lunge at him to stop him from throwing himself in after his brother. "No… Dean!"
"Shit, Sam!" Bobby urged, struggling to stop Sam's frantic attempts to plunge into Hell after Dean.
"Bobby, Dean!" Sam screamed at the older hunter in desperation. "Please you have to stop it closing!"
"No Sam, you gotta let him go!" Bobby grabbed Sam by his jacket and shook him, to make him accept the full reality of the situation: Dean was gone, and he was never coming back!
"NO! Bobby, it's Dean!" Sam pleaded, trying to pry himself from Bobby's hold.
"LET HIM GO!" Bobby screamed desperately, willing Sam to let him go, as much for Sam's sake as for his own.
"No, Bobby, I can SEE Dean!" Sam yelled back. He broke free of Bobby's grasp as he pointed into the depths of the chasm.
"What?" Bobby demanded with hesitant hope.
"It's Dean!" Sam yelled again, pointing to a point some ten meters down.
"Damned, Son-of-a-bitch!" Bobby shouted in dismay.
He really was there. Dean lay precariously on a miniscule excuse for a ledge. He lay lifelessly, both legs and his right arm hung dangerously over the edge. The abyss walls shook and trembled, as the gapping crags closed, and Dean's limbs dangled like a rag doll: He was at serious threat of plummeting over.
"Stop it closing Bobby… we gotta get him out!" Sam begged desperately; on the verge of scaling down the precipice bare handed.
"Sammy, wait!" Bobby urged, halting his determined descent. "You can't… I can't… I can't stop it Sam. I'm not even sure I got it to close…" He certainly hadn't gotten more than a few lines into the ritual.
"I can get to him!" Sam stared at Bobby, wide eyed and hope-deluded.
"No Sam, you can't…" Bobby began to explain.
"I'm not leaving him!" Sam snapped back instantly. "And you can't stop me!"
"No, not like this Sam. I got rope, in the pickup!" Bobby clarified. "You can't carry him back up bare handed!"
Sam nodded, seeing reason. Bobby sprinted, like Sam had never seen the old coot move before, out to his truck.
"Dean!" Sam called to his brother. However, the elder Winchester lay lifelessly, oblivious to Sam's pleas. Sam could only watch anxiously as the fissure slowly groaned closed; shaking the small ledge that Dean lay upon. "DEAN! Please…"
As he waited Sam examined the route down to Dean. The rock face was rough and splintered where it had fractured apart. However lower down, as the heat intensified the rock face looked melted, it was smooth and glassy black. It was perhaps the only factor preventing the desperate souls below from clawing their way up. Sam wasn't entirely sure it would halt the escape of full-fledged demons though, not when they could vaporize themselves into pure smoke. Bobby was right, the fissure had to be closed. And it was closing, if only slowly. But if they didn't get Dean out soon, there would be no getting him out at all. Sam wasn't even sure if Dean was even still alive: Could he have survived having fallen so far? Could he survive being plunged into Hell itself, be it only just? How much longer could he survive his horrific injuries? And how much longer could Bobby possibly take with the rope?
Sam scanned what remained of the church for the hunter. As Bobby jogged back towards Sam, the younger Winchester couldn't help but sprint to his side. "The Baptism Font!" Sam ordered. Despite Kalfu's destruction the font remained intact, defiant to the end of all attempts to destroy it. Sam looped the rope around the smooth marble base and tugged at the cord, ensuring the improvised pulley would hold his weight without faulting. The beautifully turned stone font remained steadfast.
"I can lower myself down, and then I'll harness him in, and hoist him back up. Then can you grab him, pull him up and over?" Sam instructed.
Bobby nodded enthusiastically. "You betcha!" He grinned, still dumbfounded by Dean's incredible luck.
Sam lashed the rope around himself, in crude a harness, then without thought or doubt he scaled over the precipice and abseiled down into Hell. Even as he descended he could feel the searing heat biting at his flesh. It felt as if his skin was blistering and flaying off in sheets. Sweat streamed down his brow and ran, like rivers, into his eyes where it battled with the sulfuric smoke, to blind him with tears. The rope ate into his hands, shredding layers of skin off his palms. The rock face grew increasingly glassier and his feet slipped away from beneath him, smashing him into the rocky crag over and over again. However Sam was oblivious to it all, his pain blinded by his mission; to save Dean.
As the abyss groaned and grated, steadily narrowing, Sam's task became precariously desperate. The fissure would soon close completely, crushing both Winchesters to death between its rocky faces, if it's staggered, volatile jolting and shaking didn't toss them into its fiery depths first. Sam was no more than half way.
As his foothold faltered upon the crag, Sam swung out, dangerously close to loosing his grip as well. Bobby felt his heart leap into his throat, where it threatened to either choke him to death or cease to pulse at all.
"Sam!" He called desperately. "Sam, take it easy, move to your right more!" Sam was over shooting Dean's position with his current path of descent.
Weather Sam heard him or not over the desperate howling of the souls below, or the loud crackle of the fires themselves Bobby could not be sure, however Sam adjusted his climb and continued down the crag.
Bobby's heart faltered once more when a violent jolt rocked the earth, with Richter proportions. Sam lost his grip momentarily, and as the rope slid through his hands he plummeted several meters before he found a firm grasp upon the cord once more. He came to a jarring halt that near ripped his arm from his socket.
Sam paused and reassessed his planned path. Closer inspection of Dean's location revealed that the ledge was beginning to crumble. Dean had slid closer to the edge, and his legs dangled over the side with loosing equilibrium. Another similar quake would probably toss him over altogether. Sam's descent hastened to reckless control. His feet scarcely touched the near smooth rock face as he abseiled to Dean's rescue.
As he approached the ledge, mere seconds from finding his own foot hold, the chasm shuddered once more. Dean's weight shifted and he began to slide over the edge, the weight of his dangling limbs over balancing him entirely.
"DEAN!" Sam screamed as he relinquished his hold upon the rope and dropped the remaining meter to the ledge, his feet precariously planting themselves between Dean's thighs, and temporarily halting his slide. Sam had to lash the rope around his wrist to prevent sliding off with Dean's gaining momentum. The ledge was equally smooth and glassy, and Sam's shoes struggled to lay purchase on the slippery surface. However sheer luck had Dean's slide cease, Sam's feet wedged between his loins in a position he hoped they would soon laugh about.
Sam carefully knelt down, acutely aware that he stood mere inches from plummeting straight into Hell. He was pretty sure this way was a direct route; do not pass Go, or Judgment, or Purgatory or any other hopes of redemption. 'Abandon Hope, all ye who enter… or fall!'
Dean lay deathly still and inert. Sam was at a loss at to weather he even lived or not. He was too unbalanced to reach across to check for a pulse at his neck. Even Dean's securely bandaged arm dangled out of his reach. Sam imagined he could see Dean's chest slowly rise and fall, hoped it was so, hoped that his brother was breathing… Blood seemed to dribble from his mouth and from a brutal gash across his brow, and Sam prayed it indicated his heart still pumped vital blood through his ravaged body…
Without relinquishing his only hold on the rope, Sam had to somehow secure the length of rope around Dean. With the fissure's slow closure, the quaking was intensifying, and Sam's precarious stand on the ledge was harassed in jolting waves. Dean's weigh was pressing harder against his ankles and he knew their time was hastily expiring.
Sam grasped the rope with one hand, wrapping the cord around his wrist several times to secure his only life line. Then with care he wedged his foot against Dean's groin, silently apologizing to his brother for his rather improper contact. Sam eased himself into a semi-stable position, securing his weight by standing precariously over his brother. Then he loosened the rope from around his wrist, leaving himself without life line or net should he be dislodged by another quake.
"Ok Dean…" Sam muttered as he slowly knelt down, careful not to allow himself to overbalance, or let his feet slip out from beneath him. "I could really use your help here buddy…" Sam ventured a tentative nudge against Dean's upper thigh, weary of startling his brother incase he overbalanced them both. "Dean, come on, open your eyes for me."
As Sam leaned forward to try and raise his brother's torso up, the chasm shook again, and his left foot slid out from under him. Sam lurched forward, grasping desperately to the end of the rope as his weight fell upon Dean.
"SAM!" Bobby shrieked from above, in the midst of what he was sure was coronary failure. "Sam…"
Dean's eye's snapped open and he arched back in dismay. He gasped with a frantic lungful of air, as if all this time he hadn't taken breath. He coughed, as the acerbic sulfuric gases filled his lungs and flinched beneath Sam's weight. Instinctively his arms flew up to shove the unexpected burden from his chest. And the brothers began to slide towards the edge.
"Dean! Ohh Shit… NO!" Sam pleaded, his grasp on the rope tightened as he thrust his other hand under Dean's arm in a desperate bid to halt their fall. His fingers dug into the searing, glassy ledge, clinging desperately to halt their gradual slide. Dean's arms flailed about in a panic, clutching desperately to Sam's waist as their weight shifted to the very rim of the ledge. Sam clung with all his strength to the rope, pulling himself off his brother's distraught body. Then he thrust his mass towards the crag face until their shift halted. Dean sat at the periphery of the ledge, both legs dangling over. Sam forgave him his tight grip around his ass. Sam had procured a desperate foothold beside Dean, his weight balanced by his unyielding grip on the rope. He was still suspended by the rope, more than balanced on his feet as he dangled like a hovering giraffe over his terrified brother. As he shifted back to a standing position, Dean slid forward slightly and his grip tightened.
"Dean…" Sam urged, stifling his overwhelming joy at his brother's survival… thus far.
"Samu…" Dean muttered briefly, until he was wracked by a coughing fit.
"Yeah… Dean." Sam smiled. "You're gonna be ok… only we gotta get outta here. Dean, man, can you ease yourself back?"
Dean nodded and slowly his grasp around Sam loosened and he inched backwards on his haunches, until he sat securely on the ledge. He rested his back against the cliff face and peered over the side, down into the depths of Hell. His shocked lungs incited another coughing fit.
"Where?" He gasped, his throat still gravelly as his lungs filled with the suffocating fumes of Hell. "Where the hell are we?"
"Yeah, pretty much… Hell." Sam smirked in trademark Winchester 'situation normal' fashion.
"Hell? What? What happened?" Dean rasped hoarsely. "How…"
"I'll explain later." Sam suggested, bending cautiously down to Dean's side. "Let's grab a beer once we're out, hey?"
Dean's gaze scanned the formidable wall opposite. The chasm had closed enough he could almost reach out and touch it. His gaze inched up the seemingly infinite meters to the top, where Bobby's anxious face peered back with unbridled apprehension.
"Who's up there?" Dean muttered.
"What?" Sam muttered as he tried to lift Dean's lethargic torso up. He glanced upwards at Bobby's unmistakable face peering back. The seasoned hunter was even wearing his trademark baseball cap and flack jacket. The fires of Hell had brilliant illuminating qualities. "Dean, its Bobby! Dean are you o…."
Sam's concern sprang up a notch; however it was quickly stifled as they were rocked by another quake.
"Damn it!" He complained. "Dean I need to get you into this. And quick!" Sam explained as he inched his handmade harness over one of Dean's feet, thankful he didn't have to lug his brother's unconscious weight up in a possibly less secure yoke, about his chest. "Just take it easy…" He cautioned as Dean's weight shifted too fast and he slid forward. Dean nodded with confirmation as he slipped the rope around his legs. Now at last they were joined, at either end of the rope, and able to act as counter balance to each other, should the need arise. Sam only hoped their faithful Baptismal Font was up to the task of bearing their weight.
"Great, just need you to stand up dude." Sam encouraged, as his hand slid to Dean's arm to help him up. "Easy, take it slow, its damned slippery!"
Dean grunted painfully as he forced his weary body to obey his request. Dean's injured leg protested painfully, and his knees almost buckled under the aggravation. With Sam's help the redeemed Winchester managed to find his feet, at least momentarily, until Hell itself protested.
As the fissure's determination to close escalated, the abyss shuddered and groaned, tossing both brothers about on the fragile ledge. Hell's determined claim on their fates crumbled the ledge beneath Dean's feet and he plunged downwards, into the waiting arms of damnation's fire. Sam clutched desperately to his end of the rope, frantically lunging his weight down upon it to counter Dean's mounting impetus as he plunged several meters further down. When the rope's slack was expelled Dean's fall halted with a bone jarring jolt that bounced them both with agonizing shock. And Sam hoped beyond all belief that the Baptismal fond held fast! Dean rebounded upwards almost back onto the ledge. Sam had to re-counter Dean's impending recoil as he again halted his brother's plunge into Hell's bowels. Eventually Dean dangled over the side of the ledge, barely able to keep a firm grip on the rope with his savaged arms and hands. His face was deathly pale and Sam feared oblivion was vying for control of his brother's consciousness.
"Dean?" Sam pleaded. "You Ok?"
Slowly Dean's shell-shocked gaze lifted to meet Sam's and the elder Winchester nodded slightly in response.
"Oh, thank you…" Sam thanked the Powers-That-Be. "Dean, hang tight…" and how stupid did that sound right then? "I'm gonna haul you up. All you need to do is hang on, ok? Can you do that?" Sam queried nervously. Dean's gazed found him once more and Dean almost managed a confident smile as he nodded his head again. "Ok, on three…" Sam instructed.
Sam gulped nervously; he hoped he had the strength to hoist Dean's mostly dead weight all the way up, and preferably in time to get his own ass out too. His hands were so bloody his wounds were fortunately camouflaged beneath the sticky crimson coat. And he gulped back the pain and agony his body had so far managed to ignore.
"One… two… three!" Sam pulled on the rope, hoisting Dean a foot higher. Once he had the momentum, Sam compelled his arms to continue with the next heave, and the next and another after that. It was slow progress and Sam had visions of simply jumping over the edge and using his own descent to haul Dean up. But then Dean would probably just dive on in after him any way, so he kept tugging on the rope, hand over hand, over and over again.
The abyss continued to shudder and shake as it inched closed, jostling Sam about, on the still crumbling ledge. The sweat ran in rivers down his face, soaking into his shirt and dripping perilously to the glassy ledge beneath where it slowly evaporated with the blood that dripped from his lacerated hands. The sticky mix beneath his feet threatened to cause him to slide off the ledge with just one ill-placed footfall. Seconds dragged into minutes and minutes threatened to become eternity as Sam hauled Dean up the quaking rock face. Oblivion, exhaustion and heat stroke threatened him; the acerbic gases hacked at his lungs in fits of coughing. However he pushed past the discomfort and willed the agony in his hands and searing muscles away as he methodically tugged at the rope with meticulous repetition.
Reality blurred around him, as his task took precedence above all thoughts, senses and emotions. Until Sam's mind-numbing concentration threatened to obscure him. He began to sway and falter, his grip weakening with his failing consciousness, allowing the rope to slip through his bloody grasp.
"Sam!" Bobby shouted to the hunter. "SAM!"
Sam was lost in his own distorted reality. However Bobby did not relent in attracting his attention. He could see the blank, tedious stare plastered on his face and suspected his trance-like state was approaching a limitless point.
"SAMMY!" Bobby raged, droning out the crackle of Hell's inferno and the howls of despair from the souls below. Sam's stupor broke in time to realize Bobby had managed to grasp hold of Dean's jacket and was waging his own battle to hoist the injured hunter back to safety. He was washed with relief as Dean's weary body was finally pulled away from the chasm's edge.
"Bobby…" Sam muttered hoarsely.
"Get your ass outta there!" Bobby ordered. "And fast!" Bobby tossed the other end of the rope back down to him, so that he could climb out himself.
Sam had neglected the closing abyss and the devious chasm had almost closed in about him. The opposite crag was within arm's reach.
"On three…" Sam muttered to himself as he prepared to repeat the task. "One… two… three…"
Sam pulled on the rope, allowing his feet to rise off the ledge and stepped up the crevasse, one step at a time. Although his feet occasionally slid away from him, slipping on the heat-glazed surface, his progress was unwavering. It wasn't until he was three quarters of the way up that Bobby became anxiously perturbed. The chasm was rapidly slamming shut, the rock faces moaned and clashed with ear shattering droning. And the fissure threatened to close in upon him as he struggled the remaining meters to freedom.
Bobby was awestruck as Sam's momentum suddenly surged upwards. Only to realize Dean had regained enough strength to begin tugging at the rope himself. He could scarcely keep himself upright, however he'd found the strength and will to save his brother.
"Just hang on Sam, we'll haul you out!" Bobby yelled to him. Sam's efforts to pull himself out were futile compared to Bobby and Dean's desperate hauling as they worked in unison to heave Sam out. Ignoring the tightening fissure, Dean and Bobby concentrated solely on their task.
However Sam began to panic. The crags were mere feet apart, enough to taunt him with its closing proximity. As he swung at the end of the rope he bounced between the closing rock faces. He was thankful when he noticed the crags were rough and splintered, as yet not affected by the searing heat from the fires of Hell below. The air had cooled significantly and instead of sulfur the air smelt, and tasted of earth. As he peered up he was within reaching distance of the zenith.
Bobby's hand was reaching for him, desperate to secure a firm handhold on his jacket. Once achieved Sam was amazed at Bobby's strength, when he was hauled out in one almighty heave. Sam was thrust upwards and hoisted to the safety of the fissure's edge. Both Dean and Bobby had succeeded in hauling him out.
Sam gagged and coughed as Bobby's arms were strangled them both; hugging both Winchesters so tight they could barely breathe. As Bobby released his grip Sam's face erupted into a broad smile of sheer triumph. However, Dean sat wearily by his side, his face blank and his eyes glazed over. His final desperate venture to haul Sam up had depleted him of all remaining energy and Dean slumped into a heap, still firmly in Bobby's grasp.
The trio shuffled from the fissure's edge as the chasm groaned rebelliously and slammed closed. With an ear shattering crash, the earth impacted and pulverized with the force of its closure. Thick clouds of dirt and remnant sulfuric gases exploded over them in a shower of rocks and dirt. The heat dissipated instantly and the devastated ruins of the church fell silent once more.
Bobby and Sam sat sprawled by each other's side, in awe and stunned amazement at what they had just done. Sam had literally climbed into Hell to save Dean, and survived no less!
As Sam gave Dean a cursory examination of his wounds the elder Winchester gazed wearily up at him. Dean finally smiled, from ear to ear, with relief and managed a brief chuckle before a coughing fit ensued and unconsciousness quickly swamped his battle-weary body again.
"Let's get the Hell outta here." Bobby sighed as he held Dean in his arms. Sam nodded enthusiastically and he staggered to his feet.
"Shit yeah!" Sam agreed. He knelt down and tenderly took his brother's unconscious weight into his grasp, hoisting him up, over his shoulder, in a fireman's hold.
They staggered out from the shattered debris of what remained of the church, walking away from their own personal Apocalypse. They were the sole survivors of their near cataclysmic battle with a demon.
Although Bobby searched for her, Ruby was no where to be found. Both Bobby and Sam feared her fate had been sealed by the Hounds that perused her. The carnage of evidence of both beast and demon had disappeared; their carcasses and their very remaining essence had been sucked back into the very depths of Hell. It would seem this particular battle was a win to the only humans in the group.
Daylight's first tentative fingers of pink and gold clawed at the horizon. Dawn was just breaking as they made their way back to their cars.
Dean had lived to see another day…
End…?
I hope you enjoyed this, one possible, way to save Dean from his deal. I figured this one was pretty true to Winchester form, cause let's face it, Dean's salvation could never have been as simple as a ritual, or the sacrifice of a lamb, cause we all know nothing ever comes easy to the Winchester boys!
With more than one thought on possibilities for Dean's deliverance, another idea, formally completely separate from this fic has plagued me. And as I begin to flesh it out from its bare skeletal beginnings I couldn't help but see it almost as a natural sequel to 'Highway to Hell', rather than as a stand alone fic. (Besides, it means I don't have to spend hours coming up with ulterior means in which they find themselves pretty much in the same situation as they are in right now! 'So, is Dean really saved?' I hear you ask…) I have reworked certain sections of 'Highway' (all done pre-posting) in subtle preparation to a sequel, so if you're interested please keep an eye out for my next Fic. Sorry I haven't quite found a title as yet, hopefully as the story progresses something will come to me.
However, if you're not up for another chrissmi fic, please feel free to imagine the brothers driving off into the sunset, after they get themselves patched up, headed for Miami, or the like, for some well deserved R&R, with plenty of sun, beer, women and lazy afternoons on the beach…
Yeah right! I couldn't quite visualise that myself! Let's face it; they'd hardly make it over the state line before something would either be on their asses, or lurking at the back of their wardrobe in their next sleazy motel!
Or sitting in the seat right next to them as they cruise down the 'Highway'…
Hope to catch you in my next fic!
Chrissymi.