Also, I'm not too sure when the next update will be, my brother is coming home Tuesday, and I haven't seen him in months, and plus I still need to do some shopping before the 25th... yes, I know I'm doing it at last minute, but I haven't had the chance to do it yet when I have no way of getting to any stores without someone driving me. Anyway... so it might be a while before the next chapter is up. Hopefully I can get it up soon. If not, I'll apologize now in advance for the wait.
Chapter 7
Summer stepped outside in the chilly weather holding her bag, heading toward the Impala. She got closer, and for the first time, she saw something lying on the backseat. "What the…" she murmured while reaching for the handle and bent down lower, peeking inside, she gasped when she saw it wasn't just a something, but a someone. Dropping her bag to the paved parking lot, she pulled open the door, startling the person in the progress.
The person sat up quickly, clearly surprised and afraid.
"Who are you and what are you doing in here?" Summer asked, keeping an eye on the person, now revealed as a girl.
"I'm sorry…" she said, her voice seeming small and quiet. "It was so cold last night, and I… I had no money for a room…"
"So you thought it was best to get in someone's car? Get out, now, please."
The girl climbed out of the car, her blonde wavy hair hung over her face as she got out. She stood up straight and pushed her hair out of her face. Her blue eyes locked with Summer's, and she still looked afraid.
"You're not going to call the police are you?" she asked, worry visible on her face.
"I could, but I won't… yet. But my two friends, they might without a second thought," Summer told her.
"This isn't your car?" she asked.
"No, it's not."
The girl bit her lower lip while she shifted from one foot to another seeming nervous. "I didn't have a choice but to… I wouldn't have broken in the car if I had another choice."
"What is your name?"
"Alison."
"Well, Alison, I'm Summer. Now that we have been introduced, I need to know why exactly you couldn't pay for a room."
"I lost my wallet," she told her. "Or actually, more like someone stole my jacket that had my wallet, along with my cell phone."
"When did this happen?"
"Two days ago…"
"You've been without money for two days? What did you do about food?" Summer asked furrowing her eyebrows.
"I mostly… stole food."
"Stole?"
"I had no choice. Nobody would have given someone food without paying, nor would someone give me food if I asked."
"Yeah, that's true," Summer agreed. "What about family?"
"Have none."
"Not one family member?"
"My parents died. I was the only child, and I never met any of my parents' sides of the family. We all weren't very close, so they didn't try to get me to meet any of them."
"What about friends?"
"Don't really have any. The one person who I actually had as a friend died a couple of weeks ago…"
Summer could hear the sadness in her voice when talking about the friend. "I'm sorry."
Alison just nodded, not saying anything.
"Um…" Summer glanced back at the motel room when she heard Sam and Dean talking while they stepped out of their room. She faced Alison again. "Where were you heading?"
"No where really… basically, anyplace."
"Ok, uh, stay here," Summer said before she walked over to Sam and Dean.
"Hey, we were gonna go see you," Sam said, speaking up first.
"Guys, we need to talk," Summer said.
"Talk about what?" Dean asked. "Is everything ok?"
"It kinda depends," she said looking at him. "How would you guys feel about giving someone a ride?"
"Give who a ride?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow.
Summer pointed to Alison who was still standing next to Dean's car. "Her… she needs one."
"Uh-uh," Dean shook his head. "No way, we are not giving a stranger a ride. You can forget it."
"Listen, she's broke, she has nobody else to go to, and I just feel like it would be nice to give her a ride. I mean, she doesn't have any money, nor does she have her cell phone anymore from someone stealing her jacket that had those two things. I mean last night she couldn't pay for a room, so she slept in…" Summer trailed off almost forgetting Dean would flip out when he found out someone broke into his car, and slept in it.
"Slept in what?" Sam asked.
"Uh…" Summer tried to think of a fast lie. "She slept behind—"
"Don't even try to lie," Dean interrupted her. "Tell the truth."
Summer bit her lower lip. "She slept in the Impala…"
"She what!?" Dean asked, his eyes practically popping out of his head. "She broke into my car!" he looked furious, and he already started to head toward Alison.
"Dean, wait!" Summer rushed over to him. "Stop for a minute," she said placing a hand on his chest to keep him from taking another step. "I know you're mad—"
"Try pissed."
"But she had no other choice," she said. "Look, she doesn't have any way of going anywhere. She has no money, and to top it all, she hasn't eaten for two days," she told him while locking eyes with him. "Just… let's cut her some slack, and trust me on this… I do not get any bad vibes from her. She really does not need to have either of us giving her a hard time. Please, just let's help her out?"
Dean glanced at Sam, wondering what he thought about this, and he saw him shrug. He looked back at Summer. "You better be ready to have your ass getting kicked if she turns out to be some psycho killer or something," he said.
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"So, why are you on the road and everything?" Summer, who was sitting in the front while Sam and Alison sat in the backseat of the Impala while Dean drove. She turned in her seat so she could see Alison better, asked.
"Uh, well, it's kind of a long story," Alison told her, her eyes drifted to the three before meeting Summer's gaze again.
"Well, we got a while before we hit the next town," Sam said, speaking up for the first time in several minutes.
"I left my friend... ex-friend's house, it was… awful. Her and her boyfriend, they were in to drugs, and I didn't want any part of it," she started shaking her head. "They were becoming really bad with it, more then ever. I couldn't handle it much longer. They were asking me for money all the time, and in the beginning, I would give it to them not knowing what it was for at first. Then that was when I found out what they used it for, and I made sure not to give it to them anymore," she said with a short laugh. "Like that would stop them. They started stealing from me. I had enough, finally, I left."
"It would have ended badly. They probably would have brought you down right along with them."
Dean glanced at Summer. "You make it sound like you know what she went through."
Summer met his gaze, nodding. "That's because I do."
He looked at her surprised. "You had druggie friends?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "I did. I left after a while when at one point they tried getting me in trouble by putting their stash in my bag at an air-port, would have gotten me arrested, but luckily for me someone saw it happen and spoke up before I went to get ready to get on the plane."
"Yeah, they tried to hide their stash in my stuff before, too," Alison nodded in understanding.
"Who needs 'em anyway?" Summer said. "We don't need them pulling us down right with them."
"Exactly," Alison agreed.
"When did your jacket get stolen?" Sam asked.
"Two days ago," Alison said, looking at him. "I was at this mini diner, I set my jacket on a chair next to me and turn my back for a minute, and when I look back, it was gone."
"So you haven't really eaten since then, right?" Summer asked.
"That's right," Alison nodded.
"Well, once we get in the next town, we'll get some food."
"Thank you," Alison smiled.
"You're welcome."
A couple of minutes went by, neither said anything for a bit. Dean hated having the silence after a while, so he turned the radio on, and AC/DC's Born to Be Wild played.
"So, uh, I noticed you're pregnant," Alison said looking at Summer again trying to make conversation.
"Yeah, I am," Summer nodded.
"How far along are you?"
"Four months."
"And the father of the baby… did he uh, split when he found out?"
"You're lookin' at him," Dean said looking at her through the rear-view mirror.
"Oh. I didn't know… I just assumed…"
"It's ok," Summer said assuring her it was alright.
"Well, that's good then," Alison said with a slight nod. "I have noticed there are more single mothers out there, so it's good you have your boyfriend around to help you."
"We're actually not together anymore," Summer told her. "Long story for another time," she added.
"I probably wouldn't have asked what happened anyway, since it's not my place to ask anyway."
"So, how old are you, Alison?" Sam asked.
Alison looked over at him. "23."
Sam nodded. "That's cool."
"What about you three?"
"I'm 23, also, and Dean is 27, and Summer is 25."
"How did you all meet?"
"Dean and I are brothers, and Summer, we met her 7 months ago."
Alison nodded. "That's cool."
They talked for a while before deciding to listen to some music for a while.
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South Dakota
"Dean, pull over…"
Dean looked at Summer with a questioningly expression. "Why? Are you ok?"
"Please, just do it…"
"Ok," Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road, and before he had the chance to actually come to a complete stop, Summer pushed open the door and once the car stopped, she stepped out and walked away from the car.
"Is she ok?" Alison asked, looking at both the brothers.
"That's what I'm about to find out," Dean said opening the door to his side and climbed out, shutting the door behind him, and he moved toward Summer.
"Just wondering…" Alison looked at Sam. "Why would she be like this when being home again?"
"Her mom died here," he told her, his eyes fixed upon Summer and Dean by a tree a few feet away.
"Oh…"
"Summer, what is it?" Dean asked once he reached her. "Hey…" he placed a hand on her shoulder, and she finally turned to him, her eyes watery from tears welling up. It broke his heart seeing her like that.
"I don't think…" she tried to speak, but her voice started cracking, even though she tried not to let it, it did anyway. "I can't… I thought I could do this…"
"You're mom…"
She nodded slowly, a tear fell from her hazel eyes.
"It's ok," he said softly, grabbing a hold of her arm, pulling her gently to him, embracing her. "I know you don't want to be here, but we had to drive through here and deal with what's been happening here."
"I know," she said sighing, pulling away from him. "I just… I still haven't really dealt with her death… it was only 7 months ago it happened. It's not long enough… it's still hard."
"It will be hard, but you're tough. You can handle it. Look, I knew when I found out we'd be comin' here, I knew it would be hard for you, but I'm goin' to help you through this. We'll deal with being here together," he told her. "Besides, it's not all bad here. After all, this is were we first met," he winked.
She laughed a little. "Yeah, and even that didn't exactly work out too well, remember, I shooed you off… sort of rudely."
He chuckled. "It worked out well enough… all of that night, and those weeks brought us together."
"Yeah, but then we were torn apart with what I kept from you…" she sighed at the thought of that.
"Let's not bring that up again," he said. "It's not important. The one thing we need to think about is the job we have, and getting out of here as soon as possible. Plus…" his eyes drifted to her stomach, his hand laid flatly on it, while his eyes went back to hers. "We have this baby to think about."
She nodded, a smile forming on her lips. "True..."
"There's that smile I love," he said as he wiped a tear away from her face. "We have a lot to do, so how about we head back to the car?"
"Ok."
They headed back to the car where Alison and Sam awaited.