My phone buzzed much too early in the morning, as per usual.
Waking up from my dreams the previous night was not something I wanted to do.
I groaned and pulled myself out of bed, feeling fairly rested. My feet trudged across the room to retrieve the phone that was of course, buried at the bottom of my duffel. I turned off the obnoxious beeping, and discovered that it was 6:30 am, I had woken up right on time.
I traded my previous night's outfit, black skinny jeans and a grey tank, for a white v neck and jean shorts. I grabbed the revolver off the nightstand, thankful for another night that I didn't have to use it.
I might kill monsters for a living, but I didn't want to do it while I was sleeping in a motel.
The gun got tossed into the back, on top of my dirty clothes from the previous night. I slid my boots back on, grabbed my jacket, and walked out the door.
I checked out of the hotel, with a different person than last night. I paid cash, with the earnings that I made while serving somewhere in Montana on an extended job. My keys jingled as I pulled them out of my jacket pocket. I opened the trunk, threw my things in the car, and hopped in the driver's seat. From the console, I pulled out a pair of old aviator sunglasses, and slid them onto my face, settling them on the bridge of my nose.
The keys fit into the ignition easily, and the engine came alive with a turn of my wrist. Bob Dylan came on again, obviously my favorite. The car groaned as I put it into reverse, then again in drive, and pulled out of the motel driveway. I took a right on the road, as the GPS came to life. I scrolled to my favorites, and pushed on Bobby's address. It would take 2 straight days of driving to get there. I groaned loudly, I could only take so much driving.
Following the directions from the slightly annoying woman's voice, I got into I-10 W and followed the directions from there. My stomach grumbled loudly after about 20 minutes on the road, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. Thankfully, I still wasn't on any major highways, so I quickly found a gas station with a few restaurants next to it, with my favorite Dunkin Donuts. I parked my car in the small driveway and went into the coffee & bake shop. It was a beautiful sunny day in northern Arizona, with no cloud in sight. I always loved doing jobs in the Southwest, because there was no humidity like there was in my home state of Ohio. Even without the humidity, it's still hotter than hell.
I ordered my usual, whenever I get to stop at these places, a large black coffee, and an everything bagel with cream cheese. After I received my order and paid, I exited the bake shop and drove my car to the neighboring gas station. I only had a few hundred dollars left, so I needed to be smart.
My phone loudly started blaring a slowed-down rendition of the lead guitar from "Rock You Like a Hurricane" from the cup holders in the front seat. I reached through my open driver's side window and instantly smiled when I saw Bobby's name on the caller ID.
"Hello there!" I answered, maybe too excitedly.
"Hey Lauren." The familiar gruff voice filled my ears. "Did you get your job done?"
"Yeah, but not before he got a couple girls." I sighed and leaned against the driver's side door. My right arm instinctively crossed over my body, and propped up my left arm so I could hold the phone to my ear.
"At least it's done." He answered. "When are you getting back here?"
"I'm on my way right now."
I swear I could hear him smile over the phone.
"Well hurry up."
"I will, see you soon." I hung up and put the phone back in the cupholder. The gas pump clicked to announce that it was done. I placed it back in the holder and returned to the driver's seat.