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Apparently, Wal-Mart security sucks. I walked right up to the store, shoved my pistol in a bush and proceeded to walk right in without a second glance from anyone.
I was able to get some new clothes, some food, a backpack and a Gatoraid without running into any problems. About an hour later, I was on the back roads making my way to the next town. I knew that if I took the interstate or highway, I was bound to run into trouble, whether it be someone recognizing me or a cop getting on to me for breaking the law.
I had pulled a granola bar from my backpack and was working at opening it when I heard a truck pull up behind me. My nerves got the best of me and I quickened my pace a bit.
"Ally?" My eyes widened and I spun around to see Gage, a guy from my biomedical research class, poking his sexy blonde head out of the window of his white Z71. "What the hell are you doing out here?" he asked and eyed my arm. "And what happened to your arm?"
I was stunned. The classic school jock actually knew I existed and noticed something that didn't directly concern him. "I-I…Uh… My aunt lives down that way and my grandmother is back there," I said quickly. "I thought she needed a visit." I thanked God for my quick tongue and checked that my pistol was still securely tucked into the waistband of my jeans. No need to freak Gage out. I gestured to my cast. "And I have terrible luck. What are you doing here?" I asked.
He jumped out of the truck and started to me. "Was just headin' to my cousin's for a crawfish boil." He cocked his head to the side and gave me that million dollar smile all the girls at school went nuts over. "You want a ride to wherever?"
His smile was infectious. "No, I'm fine actually," I lied. "It's not too much further up the road. But eat some crawfish for me, okay?"
By this time, he was standing so close that I could smell his Jake cologne from Hollister. "Why don't you come eat some?" He smiled down at me and I resisted the urge to squirm away from his close proximity. "I'm sure your folks wont mind."
I felt Gage's hormones shoot up and noticed the light smell of beer on his breath. I took a step back. I had no desire to meet his sick needs. "A little early in the day to be drinking, don't you think?" I started walking away then, but heard his persistent footsteps behind me.
I felt anger start to radiate from him. "Come on, Ally, why don't you let me take you where you need to go?"
I shook my head. He was really making me nervous. "No need," I called back to him as steadily as I could. "Look, Gage, no hard feelings, but I need to be alone for a while."
He grabbed my shoulder and spun me harshly around. He grinned and eased himself up against me. "What if I don't want to?" he inquired, his hot, stinky breath on my face.
I kept my face blank and eyes cold. "Please just leave me alone."
His hand came up hard on my neck, holding me in place. "No, I don't think I will."
It amazed Sam just how much this girl was willing to walk. It didn't take him long to catch up with her in the first place, but he had already followed her through Wal-Mart and was now walking a good ways behind her on an old dirt road. Of course, he could have told Dean to pick him and Ally up a while ago, but he was too curious about what she was actually planning on doing to call.
He turned his head to the road behind him at the sound of a muffler and slid into the woods to let a white Z71 fly by. He pulled out his phone and figured he'd go ahead and let Dean know he had her.
"Hello?"
"Hey, I got her. We're on Burnam."
"Alright, see ya in a few."
Sam walked out of the woods to find the truck pulled over on the side of the road, a guy talking to Ally. They looked like they knew each other, but there was something off. Sam quickened his pace.
Ally looked extremely uncomfortable as the guy slunk up close. Sam's brow furrowed. Boyfriend?
No. She turned sharply and started walking away, but the guy just followed her, gripping her firmly by the shoulder and spinning her around to face him. That couldn't be good.
Sam felt his blood boil and he picked up his pace again. He wasn't far from them now, but the guy grabbed her neck and a second later had his lips crushing themselves against hers.
"Hey!" he shouted and started running. "Hey, stop!"
Sam saw Ally's eyes widen considerably. "Let me go!" she squealed and shoved hard against the guy.
The kid let out a cry and held his right arm close to his chest. "My arm!" he cried and looked up at Ally, who was backing toward Sam.
Sam took Ally by the shoulders and pushed her behind him. He looked at the kids cradled arm. It was disfigured just as Ally's was the night before at the hospital.
"You broke my arm, you bitch!"
And that she did. Sam grinned at the new discovery and then spun to steer Ally in the direction they came. "Come on," he smiled at the back of her head. "Let's go get that cast off of you."
She squirmed out of Sam's grip and sprinted back toward the angry kid. "Gage," she choked, "I'm so sorry!"
The kid staggered upright and held up his good hand. "No, don't you come any closer…"
"Ally," Sam said, catching her wrist, "it's okay, he's not going to die. But we need to go."
She fully looked at him then, her face a mixture of pain and disbelief. "Please, let me heal him."
Sam's brow furrowed. He shook his head. "No way, that guy deserved it."
"Who are we to be the judge of that?" she whispered.
Dean chose that moment to pull around the corner in his precious Impala. Dirt went flying as he neared them and Metallica was blaring from the cab.
Sam didn't loosen his grip on Ally's wrist as he tugged her to the car. He guided her in the backseat and closed the door before jumping into the passenger seat himself. He looked at Dean. "Just drive."
Dean stepped on the gas and Sam turned the radio down and looked to the backseat. Ally was twisted around looking at the boy through the back window.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
She shook her head. "I hurt him."
"I didn't ask if he was okay, I asked if you were. Did he hurt you?"
She shook her head again and looked down at her no-longer-swollen, freely moving fingers that poked out of her cast. "I'm fine."
Dean blew up then. "We told you not to leave! That it could be dangerous! What if Sam hadn't been looking for you? What if that was a demon?"
"Dean…" Sam shook his head at his brother who took a deep breath and focused on the road. He turned back to their now stoic passenger. "Look, you've got to believe we can actually help you."
"I need you to drop me off," she said quietly. Randomly.
"We're not dropping you off," Dean grumbled. "When are you gunna get that through your head?"
She shook her head and looked blankly through the windshield. "I need you to drop me off right now."
"Ally, we can't," Sam said soothingly, like he was talking to a child. "We wouldn't be helping you if we did."
She looked at him, then, her eyes a cloudy blue with flecks of green littering her iris. "But you'd be helping yourself." Her eyes dimmed then and she stared at the console instead.
Sam looked at his brother, who held his gaze with a look of confusion mirroring his own before turning back to the road.
Okay, so I'm trying to work on the next chapter and all, but I dunno if I'm even doing okay with this story or not. Please let me know if I should continue or try to do something different. Ideas are welcome! :D
