Dean is shaking me awake a couple hours later. It's light out, so it must be morning. "What time is it?" I ask him.
"Almost eight. Come on, breakfast," he says. I pull on my jacket and get out of the car. We are at a diner, in what appears to be the middle of nowhere.
We walk inside, where Sam is already talking to the hostess. She waves us over and seats us in a booth. I sit on the inside of the booth, next to Dean. The restaurant is fairly crowded, as it should have been at that time in the morning. I look at the menu and nothing really sounds appealing, which surprises me. I remember liking pancakes, so I decide on that.
We order our food, and when the waitress leaves, I ask them, "Can you guys please explain to me this whole weird world? I had no clue demons even existed until yesterday."
"We'll explain everything to you once we get to the bunker," Sam says before Dean can say anything. I look at him, inspecting. "What?" he asks me.
"Do you have any nicknames?" I ask him. He looks at me really confused. "Moose, for example?" The brothers look at me like I just said something as crazy as 'Lucifer is currently possessing you.'
"Crowley?" Sam asks me. I'm really confused at the moment, and have no real clue what to say. Sam takes out a flask in his jacket and throws some of the contents at me, getting me really wet. I wipe the water off of my face. "Okay, not Crowley," Sam murmurs.
"What was that about? And what do I have on my face?" I ask them.
Dean gets a napkin and starts wiping my face, a gesture I find rather odd. "Sorry, that's holy water. We thought you were Crowley, this demon we know. He's the only one who calls Sam 'moose,'" he explains. He puts the napkin down, and my face is all dry.
"Well, I can see why he calls Sam that. He is clearly a moose. But you guys seriously thought I was a demon just because I called him that?" I ask the two brothers.
"Sorry. We can never be too careful. It would also explain why you haven't cried yet," Sam says. I look at him venomously.
"Sam, be a little more sensitive," Dean says. I am silently thankful for Dean. I would probably be on the streets or something it it wasn't for him. I have no clue what they would have done if Dean didn't decide to take me in.
I keep giving Sam that stare until he apologizes. "Sorry, Skylar. You're right, I should be more sensitive. You just lost your family." The food comes before I can say anything else. My pancakes are covered in whipped cream and chocolate chips. I know I like chocolate, so I start eating. Before I can finish my first pancake, Sam directs my attention to the television behind me. There's an important national news story on it. The tragic ending to a terrible story, is the headline.
Five bodies were discovered this morning inside the home of the Russell family in Indiana. The bodies match the profile of forty year olds Jeremy and Clarissa Russell, as well as their thirteen year old son, Zack, and two accountants from Delaware. Previously this month, every single one of the relatives of the Russell family, were murdered brutally. People are claiming that at every one of the murder scenes, the two dead accountants were spotted just minutes before the deaths. This leads the police to believe that the accountants were, in fact, the murderers. The question is, who killed the murderers?
What's even more intriguing is that Jeremy and Clarissa Russell's daughter, Skylar, a picture of me from first grade flashes on the screen, was no where to be found. Police are still investigating this possible disappearance. There are many theories as far to Skylar's disappearance. Some believe that she was killed as well, and her body was thrown in the fire place in the Russell's house. Others think that the people who killed the murderers currently have her. The police have released that the most likely scenario is that she is dead, and that she will never be seen again.
So where is Skylar Russell? Who killed the murderers? If Skylar is alive, is she safe? Why did the murderers target that one particular family? Who is going to take care of the funerals? And, are the killers of the accountants dangerous?
I can't watch anymore. "They had to show a picture of me when I was six," I grumble. I was adorable then, I'll admit. Still, I prefer people being current with the news.
I don't eat anymore of my pancakes, because I've lost my appetite. Seeing pictures of my dead family on screen and having some news reporter lady talk about them like they don't matter makes my stomach churn. "If you aren't going to eat, can I have those?" Dean asks. I push my plate over to him.
"You okay, Skylar?" Sam asks me. For once, he's being nice to me. Surprising…
"No, of course not," I say, but tears still stay in. I put my head in my arms on the table. I sit up a couple seconds later. "Can we go?" I ask them. Dean shoves the last few bites of pancake in his mouth and leaves a pile of cash on the table. We head back to the impala and drive the last hundred miles to the bunker.