Chapter 3
Alley and I flew for what felt like hours. Surprisingly the Erasers didn't see us or follow us. We eventually stopped at a town for breakfast, we were starving. The night before we didn't get to eat dinner, and it felt like our stomachs were eating themselves. We stopped at McDonald's and ordered up a huge meal, which I paid for with the money I had in my backpack MY MONEY! And sat in a corner away from everyone else. I watched Ginger shovel her pancake into her mouth and laughed as she spilt syrup down her shirt. She grinned and wiped in off with a napkin.
I suppose your wondering why we call her Alley and Ginger Ginger, when Alley has ginger hair? We call her Alley, short for Alleyway, because she has this dark glare that can make anyone shiver. It makes you feel like you're in a dark alleyway alone at night. We call Ginger Ginger because... I'm not quite sure, I think it's because of she's cute and gingerly, I'm not sure. They call me Elsie well... because it's my real name, but they call me Skinny as well because I'm the skinniest out of the Flock and the lightest. Because I don't weight as much as the others I don't eat as much and they're always going, "No wonder you're so skinny, you don't eat enough" I do! I eat until I can't eat anymore, yet I can't put on any damn weight. Mikey and Tony are their real names and we pretty much call them by them, but I have my own names for them, Annoy and Aggravate. When we first met Mars she was eating a Mars Bar she had stolen from a whitecoats pocket, so we called her Mars.
After breakfast we took flight again. We can go for 48 hours without sleep so we decided to go for the rest of the day and sleep that night. I don't usually like people talking while I'm flying, so I guess I was lucky to be with Alley, but the silence was killing me. Alley didn't speak much and usually glared at people who tried to talk to her when she wasn't in the mood. So instead of starting a useless conversation with her I began singing a song in my head. Even that had a catch, I could only remember a few lines of it and kept singing them over and over again, so I gave up and just flew, letting my mind wander.
Dean pulled over at a cafe for breakfast. "So what are you having?" he asked after he had ordered. "I'll have ten pancakes, five waffles, seven hash browns and three large strawberry milkshakes," their jaws dropped, "don't worry I'll pay for it". "And you sweet cheeks?" the waitress asked Sam. "Just two waffles, thanks". "Only two waffles, sweet cheeks?" Dean teased. Sam ignored his brother's comment and turned to Rogue, "You sure you're goin' to eat all that?" "I have a fast metabolism". The boys didn't look convinced or they thought she was weird.
Before they returned to their journey, Rogue stopped at a news agency and purchased some chewing gum. In the car she began chewing with her mouth open, doing her best to annoy Dean. "Do you have to do that?" Dean complained. She blew a bubble and it popped, "Umm, yeah," and blew another. Sam smirked, liking her disrespect for his brother.
She continued to chew until the gum ran out of flavour. She wound down the window and spat it out. Dean sighed with relief, "Thank god!" Rogue smirked and started chewing another piece of new gum. Dean rolled his eyes while Sam laughed. "You're like a loud obnoxious cow". Rogue giggled with delight at achieving her goal. Dean glanced at them both, "You're as bad as she is". He didn't like the idea of being laughed at. He sighed and focused on driving, ignoring their laughter.
Mars was beginning to feel tired, she needed to rest. As soon as Ginger had woken up she had begun to complain about her stomach being empty. They walked down the main street of a small town. Ginger spotted a McDonald's and immediately began bouncing up and down in Mars' arms. Mars, not in the mood to argue, decided that it would be a good place to stop for breakfast.
Ginger was extremely energetic from her sleep. Mars on the other hand was struggling to keep her eyes open as they sat at a Mc Donald's table. She had carried Ginger a majority of the night. Not that she couldn't carry Ginger for long periods of time, she did it often, but carrying her while walking wasn't one of her strong points. "Can I have an ice-cream?" Ginger stared at her with her big bambi eyes. How could she say no? "Sure, honey," and gave her some change found in her pocket. Ginger hopped away joyfully. Hours before she had been screaming about suicide, talk about mood swings.
As we flew I glanced over my shoulder at Alley, she was beginning to tire and fall behind. The sun was starting to set a scanned the landscape below us. I saw a clearing not too far from a little highway town. We landed and slowly made our way to the town.
We signed into a motel on the highway. The clerk at the desk had acme all over his face and seemed to drool when he looked at me. He handed me the keys and gave a cheesy grin. I was defiantly locking the door tonight. As soon as we entered the room, we both collapsed onto the bed. It felt so soft after hours and hours of flying. My muscles ached and my entire body felt like I had been pumbled by Erasers. I struggled to stay awake, I needed to eat. But my eyes closed and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, away from the horrid world aka. Reality.
The next stop on Sam and Dean's list was 'The Roadhouse'. They said they needed to pick up some information about something, Rogue wasn't listening all she knew was that it would be another delay on her journey to New York. The road they were travelling on seemed to lead to nowhere. It went through a deserted part of the USA, which looked like it had been forgotten by the rest of the country. She felt that something was wrong, "Are you guys going to drive me out to the desert then kill me?" The brothers laughed, "What? Do we look that scary?" "Well then where are we going? This road does seem to be going nowhere". "Look we're here," Dean nodded towards an old building, sitting alone on the side of the road. She could vaguely see 'The Roadhouse' written on the urning, the words were fading from age. She hoped they didn't stay long.
They got out of the car and walked in. The screen door screeched as they pushed it open. No one was inside. "You are going to kill me, aren't you?" A gun clicked. They turned around to see a brown hair woman holding a gun. "You brought company," she lowered her gun and walked behind the bar. She put the gun away under the counter. "So what'll be boys?" "You brought me here so you could drink?!" The women frowned and wondered what her problem was.
A girl, around Mars' age, came out. She had blondish hair and looked a bit like the older women. Presumably they were mother and daughter. "Who's this?" she asked. Rogue opened her mouth about to speak but was cut off by Sam, "This is Rogue, we picked her up she was hitch hiking". "Winchester boys pick themselves up a hitch hiker did they?" a man with long dark hair entered, "Rogue is it? Rogue who?" "Rogue..." she paused, she really didn't have a last name, but the Flock went by the name (Smith?), "Smith". "Smith? Are you serious?" Dean let out a snifled chuckle. "Yes, I am serious," she said annoyed.
Rogue sat at the counter and drummed her fingers, impatiently waiting to leave. Sam, the older woman and the man went over to a corner and began talking. Sam and the girl stood further down behind the counter whispering to each other, glancing occasionally in her direction.
As they walked out to the car, Dean told Rogue something she really didn't want to hear, "We need to make another stop at (some place in USA)". "What?! That's miles out of the way!" Her yelling attracted the attention of occupants inside the building. They came to the door, wondering what the yelling was all about. "It will only delay us by a day or two," Sam injected trying to keep the peace. "That's too long! I don't have a day or two!" "I'm sure you're friends will wait". "No they won't! I need to get there as soon as possible! If I don't get there in time..." she didn't finish her sentence, she didn't know what to say. "Why is it so urgent for you to get to New York?" Dean inquired. "I... I... I can't... tell you," she bowed her head in defeat, "fine, let's go to (some place in USA), My friends can wait," she said quietly and got in the car, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Sam and Dean looked at each other for a moment. Giving each other 'what just happened' looks. Dean raised his eyebrows and got in the car. Sam stood there for a moment, he knew there was something wrong and he needed to find out.
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