Stepping out of the shower I throw on the dirty jeans and black tank top. I turn to the mirror using my fingers to comb through my hair, but giving up after ten minutes of little effect. I sigh at my efforts to resemble a human being and walk out of the bathroom.
"Wow!", Dean says turning to look at me.
"Wow, what?", I remark irritatedly.
"You look.."
"Like shit, yeah I know don't remind me'.
"That's not what I was going to say….nevermind" He goes quiet for a few seconds making me shift my weight to each foot nervously. "You need some clothes", Dean states as though it is not an option, "I'll take you shopping''. The Winchester grabs his keys from the small night stand, and heads out the door leaving me and Sam alone.
"What are you looking at", I ask trying to find out what the brothers are hiding.
"Nothing, just searching the local new see if there is anything worth looking into", he says casually, looking up at me with a smile, "If I find anything on you I'll let you know".
I force a fake smile as I walk out the door wondering what was worth lying about (then again hunters lie about everything).
"Can you be any slower" Dean remarked already sitting in the sits nonchalantly at the wheel one hand tapping on the wheel, the other resting on the open window. I walk over to the car door and lean into the open window, resting my arms crisscross on the car.
"Are you gonna tell me what you are hiding?", I say trying my best to sound light hearted,but the tension is still there. Dean looks at me still keeping that easy going smile, as if everything he has gone through doesn't hurt him. The same smile I use.
"Maybe if you get inside the car", he teases. I open the door and slide in casually
" you going to tell me?"
"No", he says turning the keys in the ignition. He begins to turn his head so he can back out, but stops and looks at me, his face becomes serious. "Can you trust me?"
I stare back at him looking from one green eye to the other trying to find the point to this question, along with the answer.
"I don't know" I finally confess, "I think I do".
"Good enough"
"Good enough?"
"Yah. What did you want me to say?". I open my mouth to answer, but stop. Taking that as an answer, Dean proceeded to back out of the motel.
I find it odd that the dark roads of the town are all abandoned as we drive towards the nearest store. As I look around I become more aware of how alone we really are in this town, the street lights are the only thing that illuminate the road other than the headlights of the impala, which is normal since it is late. I look at each building feeling an emptiness in the atmosphere. The short car ride seemed to last for ever with the cold, desolate silence that seemed to hangover the town like a fog. I find myself almost relieved when the black impala pulls into the empty parking lot, illuminated by the lights of the store.
"Dean?" I say crawling out of the seat.
"Yeah" he answers walking leisurely to the entrance. I follow at his side looking around the parking lot.
"Where are all the people?". The Winchester scans the parking lot and shrugs.
"It's late, people are at home"
"We are people" I joke as we walk into the dimly lit store. I look over at the register line to see one old man counting money. Each aisle is deserted making me uneasy. I am paranoid,I tried to reassure myself.
"You go grab some new clothes, I'll grab you a toothbrush", he ordered,"...and a brush".
"Thanks", I say suddenly really self conscious. I fiddle with the end of my hair trying to make it look nicer. He smiles and walks to aisle ten, on the other end of the store. I head towards the clothing rack at the corner closest to the entrance. The selection isn't big, consisting of a few racks of various clothes. I grab a few dark colored tank tops and two pairs of jeans. After picking a few undergarments and a pair of sleeping pants my load becomes too large and I am forced to grab a cart.
"I look like a fucking middle class mother" i mumble angrily to myself. I hated shopping. Shopping was Sarah's gig, she was always the beauty guru. She would have been the perfect soccer mom, if she hadn't seen her boyfriend get attacked by a windigo.
I grab a maroon hoodie, a red pair of high top converses, socks, and a dark denim jacket. I look at the mound of clothes, guilty of how much this will cost.
"You should grab a duffle bag", The familiar voice whispers on my neck making me jump. I turn to Dean surprised that I didn't hear him sneak up.
"I'll meet you at check out", he smiles placing the toothbrush,toothpaste,brush, and cherry pie into the cart.
"I'll pay you back", I promised.
"We use fake credit cards. No hassle". I nod in understanding and walk towards the bags. I look down at my feet and smile to myself for no reason. Watching the pattern of the tile change from white to speckled blue, I almost walk into the man in my way. I look up at the tall dark figure to see the face, but I am shocked to see the toothy smile that has been haunting me all day so close to me. I stumble back as it steps forward.
"Hi, Claire", the cold voice sends shivers down my spine with every word,"Just checking up on you. You know I heard you were having hallucinations. You might want to get that head checked". My body is frozen in fear as he reaches up to touch my face. I close my eyes in fear waiting for the touch, but when nothing comes I open them to an empty aisle. I slowly walk up to the bags in fear and grab a black duffle bag still looking around for the man. The store feels colder as I walk up to the register where dean stands watching the price slowly rise with each item the old man scans. I flop the bag onto belt and close my eyes trying to calm myself.
"You ok?", Dean asks.
" Yah, I'm just tired" I reply opening my eyes just as Dean swipes the card. He stares at me for a few more seconds studying me like Jason always did, but decides against digging further. He grabs a few plastic bags as I grab the other as we walk silently to the doors. The automatic door swings open to the empty parking lot and then it hits me.
"Dean"
"What?"
"There are no cars"
"It's late"
"No I mean all the way up I didn't see a single car, at the motel, on the street, and now here….not a single car"
Dean stops in his tracks to think about this for a moment and that is when all hell breaks loose.