Staring at the spinning wheels whizzing around, the three fangirls hoped and prayed for three 7's on the slot machine. Slowly they came to a stop.
"Yes." Charlie whispered as the first wheel stopped on a seven. An even happier "Yes!" came out with the second wheel decorated with a red 7, then a disappointing, "Oh." For the third wheel had stopped on something that wasn't a 7.
"Put another one in." Stephany said rather quickly pointing to the cup of tokens and back to the slot machine.
"Alright, alright." Amanda said putting another coin in and pulling the leaver. A few moments later, "Darn machine."
The three fangirls sat around the slot machine watching the wheels whirl around hoping for a winning combination for about an hour with no luck. Having only won a few tokens back, they decided on one last spin for they were running out of tokens and money.
Charlie crossed her fingers, legs, arms, eyes, and whatever else she could in the hopes of good luck silent repeating, "Please be a winner. Please be a winner."
Stephany set her water on the floor and sat on the edge of her seat hoping for some decent winnings.
Amanda put the coin in and pulled the leaver with closed eyes.
Soon enough there were sirens and lights flashing as something was falling in her lap causing the oldest fangirl to open her eyes.
"We did it! We did it!" Charlie happily yelled jumping up and down. They all started to laugh as they tried to catch the cascading tokens.
"Congratulations." a man in a fancy suit greeted, probably the owner with a few security guards behind him, the three fangirls with an overplayed smile on his face. After quite some time spent on picking up the tokens and having them counted, the fangirls were told to have won $10,000. The fangirls being excited and slightly persuaded by the owner, went back to the slot machine to play some more.
A few hours later, the tokens were dwindling down when the fangirls finally came to their senses and got out of the casino with roughly $500 in the kitty.
"That was such a disappointment." Stephany said as the trio drove to a nearby motel. "We had $10,000 and we totally blew it."
"Dude, we could have done so much with that money." Charlie said. "Darn sly casino owners."
Stephany spoke up again, "We're going to need to make more money. Five hundred dollars isn't going to last very long between motels, food, gas, and whatever else we might need for this epic journey of ours."
"What would Sam and Dean do?" Charlie said with closed eyes seriously thinking of the what they would do.
The cookie cutter car suddenly swerved onto the side of the road and parked as the oldest, Amanda turned to them saying, "Sam and Dean would hustle for more money. So put your game faces on we're hustling tonight ladies."
"I don't get you." Stephany, her sister said. "First you're scared to gamble and now you want to go into a bar and hustle for the first time in your life."
Amanda simply shrugged, "Yeah." as she exited the car, making her way inside.
"Can you believe her?" Stephany asked Charlie.
"Actually, yeah." Charlie smiled, "Come on, the Winchesters would totally do it."
"My point exactly." Stephany muttered following them in.
Not knowing where to start, the three fangirls sat down at a small table scanning the place for how to hustle on the outskirts of Vegas in this biker bar, of all places.
"So I gotta say that if Dean were here, he'd probably hustle that really drunk dude in the corner and considering that he's…" Charlie stopped seeing him fall off of his stool, "off-balance, he'd challenge him at a game of pool."
Amanda smiled, "Going to let your inner Dean run wild?"
"Perhaps." Charlie smiled.
"Hey, before anything goes wild," Stephany chuckled, "I think we should lay down some more ground rules. With our intended task at hand in finding us SPN boys."
"Like what?" Charlie asked sipping some of her orange soda.
"Like the line 'It's a real Funky Town.' type of stuff." Stephany stated. "Things to help us stay in contact with each other without using too many direct words. Or… in any way that we get separated."
"Go to Sam, he'll help. Go to the first motel listed in the yellow pages. Look for Jim Rockford, that's how we find each other when we're separated." Charlie laughed. "We should certainly make-up our own lines!"
"Yeah, so have we got any ideas for our own lines?" Stephany asked.
"We need to rework the separated one for us females. Maybe a Jill Rockford?" Amanda smirked and got nods of approval in return.
"Funky Town can stay the same though." Charlie nodded. "That line is too epic to change."
"Totally agree."
"Other than that, we have to stick together." Stephany said. "We're looking for the Winchesters and if we do find…"
"When we do." Charlie corrected her causing the three of them to giggle.
"Okay, when we do find them, that will let us know that all the monsters they fight truly do exist. So it's dangerous out there." Stephany explained.
"It's dangerous out there without the Supernatural creatures." Amanda pointed out. "But we're here and doing this to have fun. And right now, we need some more money. I was thinking some arm wrestling would certainly help."
"Ooh yeah! Muscle woman!" Charlie laughed. "I'm good at pool, so I'll work my skittles that way. I could always use a wing lady." She smiled, bumping Steph's arm.
"Nah, was thinking a battle of wits at the bar." Stephany smiled.
"Okay, plans are solidified, let's do it." Amanda said putting her hand down in the center of the table. "Ready?"
"Ready!" Charlie laid her hand in the center as well.
"Let the…I'm not saying that word out loud, begin!" Stephany put her hand in as well.
As the three fangirls slowly integrated into the crowd and started their own game of seek and hustle, someone… or rather something was watching them.
He kept a close eye on them watching their every move, since the names Sam and Dean Winchester were overheard in their conversation. He has a score to settle with those hunters.
These girls they seemed to know a lot about the Winchesters and talked a great deal about finding them.
He's been looking for them a long time now and has had no success.
Perhaps,…perhaps he'll tag along for the ride.
"Aww, what a shame big boy." Amanda smiled at the man that had sat down across from her and challenged and lost an arm wrestling match against her.
"Damn, little lady. You're a lot stronger than one would think." he eyed her curiously.
"Looks can be deceiving." she nodded as her senses told her to get out and fast. Hustling can be scary!
The man leaned forward pulling his wallet out and laying down a twenty dollar bill, "What's your secret?"
"No secret, I swear. Just get a jog in every morning and lift a little weights. That's all." she shrugged.
The man cocked an eyebrow, "Lift weights?"
"What? You think only guys can do it?" Amanda asked with wide eyes, "You are mistaken."
"Oh come on Willy, move outta that seat! Let a real man have a go at this." Willy's friend smirked, then took the seat that Willy vacated, but Willy got the last laugh as Amanda won again.
Charlie sunk the last ball needed to win her fourth straight game, the eight ball. She smiled as it went directly into the pocket that she wanted it to go in. The man, whom she was currently going against cussed, handed the cue stick to a man that had watched the game go down, and stormed off out of the bar.
"And that wins me the kitty." she smiled grabbing the stack of crumbled and messy pile of money, sticking it deep into her jeans pocket.
"Three hundred dollars says you can't beat me?" a man's voice said stepping out from the shadows and into the light provided by the light above the billiard table.
Charlie smirked looking at the guy. He was good-looking, tall, baby blue eyes, and seemed confident. Just her type of opponent. She pulled out some money quickly counting it, saying, "Three hundred says I can beat you."
"Well then, let's play a little pool." he smirked.
Steph sat at the bar not seeing anyone that would even pass as having wits, especially when they were all drunk. She sighed taking a long drink of her soda.
Just as she got up to talk to her sister, she bumped into another patron of the bar causing his glass, filled only with some ice to fall to the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry." she immediately apologized.
The man laughed, backing up a little, "That's quite alright."
"Geez, I'm I-I gotta go." Stephany said nervously and tried to get out around him, but he went that way. Then they both moved to the other side and laughed as they realized they were trying to get out of each other's way.
"Umm, why don't you let me buy you a drink?" the man said smoothly.
Steph noticed his smoothness and his nice smile. "I should be buying you a drink." she countered.
"Nah, won't have it. I'm buying you a drink." he smiled insistently.
Stephany blushed, "Just one."
Before she knew it, her and this man, whose name is still unknown, were talking quite in depth about witty things that are often lost on majority of the people she has ever spoken to.
Moving on from the conversation of 'Catcher on the Rye', the man said, "So earlier I made a trip to the restroom and there was an interesting piece of art on the wall, that I'd love to show you."
"Not in the men's bathroom, right?" Stephany asked with a smile.
"No." he laughed, "It's in the hallway outside the restrooms. Would you like to go look at it?"
Thinking it through for a moment, Stephany answered, "Yeah, sure."
Amanda and Charlie had regrouped back at the table, which they all sat earlier, starting to mentally calculate how much money they had won. Since pulling their winnings out in front of everybody would be bad sportsmanship.
"I think I know where to go next." Charlie smiled.
"Really where?" Amanda said excitedly.
"Okay," Charlie said laying out a newspaper, "in Louisiana, there's this woman that claims to have seen this creature. Now you tell me what that looks like?"
"Wendigo." Amanda said pulling the newspaper closer and smiled, "Holy crap! That is freakin' creepy! Not exactly like the wendigo we know of, but really close."
"Yep, that's what I was thinking too. Regardless, it'd be pretty cool to check it out. So what do you think?"
Amanda glancing up at Charlie, then over at the bar, not seeing her sister. After another look around, she asked, "Where's my sister?"
Charlie looked around, "Think she went to the bathroom?"
"I'll be right back." Amanda said getting up, but not even five feet from the table her sister came out from the hallway that lead back to the restrooms, causing her to sigh in relief.
Stephany walked straight over to them, "Hey, are you ready to go? It's a bit... lacking here."
"Yeah, we have enough for a little while anyway." Charlie smiled. "Plus come on, Sammich and Deano await. So totally ready to hit the road."
"I'll drive." Stephany smiled holding her hand out for the keys, to which Amanda dropped the keys into her hands. "Thank you!"
"Yeah, yeah, just get us to Louisiana safely huh?" Amanda smirked.
"Louisiana?" the younger sister asked.
"Possible wendigo." Charlie nodded.
"Awesome, let's go." Stephany laughed.
A few hours later, around two or three in the morning, Stephany was driving along the interstate as Amanda and Charlie were asleep in their respective seats with the radio softly playing. Steph groaned as she saw a toll booth in the distance. Rolling the cookie cutter car to a stop at the toll booth and rolling the window down she waited for the price.
"That'll be $3.56." the lady smiled down at Stephany.
Steph handed four dollar bills the lady, not ready to deal with exact change at the moment.
As Meredith, the lady in the toll booth turned to her change drawer, she glanced at the little TV that had a live view from the brand new camera placed on her toll booth. Meredith could have sworn that the girl's eyes showed up as white or glowing on the camera feed. She shook it off and handed the girl the change, saying, "44 cents is your change. Have a good night."
Stephany smiled, "Thanks, you too!" Then she rolled her window up as the lady turned back to what she had been doing before. Steph glanced around and spotted the camera, giving it a hard glare with a muttered curse.
"What the…" Meredith said glancing at the monitor once more and seeing yet again this girl's eyes were white or glowing or something, as the car took off down the highway. Rethinking for a moment, she came to the conclusion that had to have been a camera flare of some sort.