A/N: Heya heya! So summer throws my schedule off of wack, but you don't wanna hear about that. You wanna hear about the large paragraphs to come! The only things I've written in the past year are plays and scripts, which are mostly dialogue, which I think is the reason for the lack of description in the previous chapters. So this is me attempting to describe! BTW, I'm reading LOTR, so just tell me if there's too much description. We all know what that can do to a reader... So tell me if I should continue with this much description, do less, or find a medium. I thank you all for going in this literate journey with me! I may or may not go back and edit the previous chapters once the story is done. Peace!
Violet slowly trailed behind the two brothers and closed the smeared glass doors of the motel foyer. Sam and Dean walked confidently through the parking lot as Violet took her time. She craned her neck to look around at her surroundings, holding her elbows and shuffling her feet. The small graveled and cracked parking lot lifted dust onto her torn and ruined silver flats. The midsummer Kansas sun lit up her short blonde hair and bare shoulders. She squinted at the faded and peeling powder blue motel walls. The fact that she had somehow materialized in a strange place that she was completely unfamiliar with baffled and scared her.
Sam turned around to look at Violet as Dean unlocked the car. She was slowly making her way towards them. "Hey, you coming?" Sam called to her. He opened the passenger door and put one leg in.
"Yep," Violet replied, jogging the few feet that were left between her and the shiny black car. Sam and Dean both entered the car as Violet carefully rested her hand on the back seat door. She quickly contemplated whether or not it was a smart decision to get into the car with two complete strangers but soon decided that because of her situation, Sam and Dean were her best bet. She opened the old door and plopped down on the black leather seats, slamming the door next to her. She buckled herself in and prepared for the drive to a place she knew nothing of.
Violet sat in the backseat and watched Sam and Dean as they acted as if she was not there. Dean was backing the car out of the parking lot and focusing on the road ahead of him and Sam was scrolling on his phone. Violet moved to do something on her phone, just to pass the time, but she remembered that her phone and bag were most likely still at Jacqueline's bakery.
Dean turned the car onto the road as Sam held down a button on his phone. "Directions to—"
"Nope," Dean cut in, "Sam I told you about that damn thing."
"Just use the GPS, Dean."
"I know how to navigate through Kansas."
"It'll cut off half an hour of the drive. Look." Sam held the phone screen up to Dean.
"I know how to get to Lebanon from here." Dean turned the corner.
Violet watched as the two brothers bickered, not sure whether or not her input was welcome. "Lebanon?"
Dean's green eyes glanced in his rear view mirror at Violet. "Yeah, that's where we're headed." Dean glanced in the mirror again. "Ever been to Kansas?"
Violet shook her head. "I've hardly been out of Florida. Except for an awkward family reunion or two."
"You got family?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Violet replied. "A mom and a dad, and a cousin or two and whatnot. Think there's a step or something in there somewhere." Violet looked ahead at the interstate's road. A sign flew by that read 'US 81-N'. "So how far exactly until we get to…"
"Bout three and a half hours," Dean said.
"We'll be there in three," Sam turned and told Violet, his brown hair pushed behind his ear.
"Four, if you use that damn thing."
"Dean, the phone makes it easier, not harder."
Violet smiled a little as the two continued to banter. They reminded her of Jacqueline and herself when one of them was hungry. Violet shifted to the left and leaned against the vibrating door and peered out the window. The long interstate road flew by her as she was taken from one unknown place to another. The presence of the two men and Violet's pride were the only things keeping her from crying on the leather seats. She had no way to contact her family, and definitely no way to explain to them what had happened to her. Their phone numbers were stored in her phone that was left in Florida, along with her camera and entire career future. She couldn't drive, buy food, or live the life she'd made over the past 30 years.
Thankfully, Violet hadn't physically changed very much since she was a teenager. Her hair was still short and light blonde, her natural color, and her eyes still sparkled dark brown. Her black tank and red ripped jeans were 3 sizes two big on her now because of the weight she'd gained in college, but her shoes still fit. She was now reluctantly back in her awkward, high schooler, teenage years.
Violet had handed her entire life into the hands of two 6 foot, brother, monster hunting strangers in the hopes that they would be able to find out whatever had happened to her and whoever the covered Japanese lady was. She curled her legs into her chest and closed her eyes for a moment. This was going to be the longest car ride of her life.
Violet opened her eyes after a short nap and painfully pried her head off of the car door. She rubbed her neck and tried to loosen the muscles that had tensed in her neck from sleeping in the unnatural position. She looked forward and saw that Dean was still driving the car and was tapping a beat on the steering wheel. Sam was resting his head against the passenger window, breathing softly in a deep sleep.
Dean stopped tapping on the wheel when he noticed that Violet was awake. "You're up," he said.
"Yep," she replied in the same flat tone. The two sat in silence for a moment. "You mind finding a station?" Violet asked politely.
Dean reached over and turned on the radio. As soon as a song started playing he shut it off. "Violet, right?"
"Yep," Violet said again, worried for her sake.
"Listen, something about you doesn't sit right with me."
"I don't blame you," Violet agreed.
"Sam and I have been through a lot together, and if there's anything I've learned, it's that you don't trust someone who just appears in your motel room. Sam seems to think you're just fine, and this is just a normal case. But I trust—" Dean glanced at The Mark, "—my gut." Violet sat still as Dean continued, "So listen. There's a bag on the floor to your right." Dean glanced at Sam. "Get the flask, blade, and fire poker in there."
Violet complied and leaned over the seat. She reached into a dirty duffel bag and set the flask down next to her. "Dude, you keep a fire poker at hand?"
"Get the blade, now."
Violet cautiously placed the poker next to the flask, and then gently picked up the blade. The hilt had small dark stains that matched the ones on the flask and fire poker next to her. She placed the blade softly on the seat also.
Dean turned the steering wheel and made a left turn. "Ok, now unscrew the flask and take a drink."
"Why, what's in it?" Violet asked worried.
"Relax, it's just water."
Violet unscrewed the top and peered inside the flask, swishing the water around a bit. She poured a little into her mouth as Dean watched her in the rear view mirror.
"Ok. Now pick up the blade," Dean ordered. Violet's shaking hand picked up the blade. "Now touch it."
Violet looked down at her hand and then looked at Dean. "I… I am."
"Not the," Dean sighed, "the metal part, Violet. The actual blade."
"Oh." Violet touched the blade with her left hand, waiting for something to happen. "Ok. Now what?"
Dean looked at her through the mirror again. He relaxed in his seat, but seemed a little disappointed at the fact that he'd been wrong. "That's it," he said. "You can put the stuff back in the bag."
Violet opened the bag and did so. She crossed her legs and looked at the back of Dean. "What was that for?"
"Just a few tests," Dean answered, "to make sure you aren't a monster, demon…" Dean frowned and peered over the car hood. He sat back down and turned right.
"Do I seem like the demon type to you?" Violet laughed nervously.
"Demons possess," he explained, "They come in all shapes and ugly forms." Dean's voice trailed off as he watched a road sign pass by him.
"What?" Violet asked.
"Nothing."
"What?" she pressed.
"Nothing."
Sam's breathing suddenly increased as he stretched his muscles and woke up. "Where are we?" he asked sleepily. He sat up and ran his fingers through his dark hair.
"We're almost there," Dean replied very confidently.
Violet folded her arms and looked at Sam. "I call bullshit."
"Excuse you?" Dean glanced back at Violet.
"You heard me," she said. "I don't wanna get lost in fuckin' Kansas."
"We aren't…" Dean's voice grew stern, "lost."
"Oh." Violet softened her deep voice. "You just took a wrong turn."
"Sure," Dean confirmed.
"Or five."
Sam took out his phone again. "Dean, I know you hate it, but…"
"Fine, whatever. Just mute the bitch." Dean switched lanes. "Phones aren't supposed to talk. Just tell me what exit to take and I'll know where to go."
An hour later than what the drive from Wichita to Lebanon was supposed to take, the three finally pulled up to The Bunker's entrance. Dean parked the car and removed the key. The three of them sat in the car as Sam's phone beeped.
"You have reached your des…"
"I swear to God," Dean threatened and walked out of the car. He shoved the car keys in his jeans pocket and slammed the car door, enough to make a scene but not to damage the door. Sam and Violet sat and watched as Dean stormed into The Bunker.
"I hate to be that person," Violet said, "but…"
"He's just going through some shit right now." Sam sunk down in his seat a little.
"How 'bout you?" Violet asked kindly. "You going through some shit?"
He turned to look at Violet and smiled a little. "Aren't we all?"
Violet smiled stiffly. "Aren't we all." She unbuckled her seat belt and scooted over to the middle seat to show Sam that her pants were three sizes too big. "Man, what I wouldn't do to gain thirty pounds and twenty years right now."
Sam laughed and unbuckled himself, getting out the car and closing the door. Violet followed his actions. She looked around at her surroundings and noticed how desolate they were. "It's not suburbia," Sam sighed, "but…"
"I get it," Violet finished for him. "I've practically lived out of a shack for the past four years. College housing, dude… It's inhumane."
Sam smiled briefly as he remembered his own subpar Stanford dorm he'd earned through a scholarship. "Hey," Sam said, "you ready for the grand tour of The Bunker?"
"Sounds like I'm about to be lead to my death," Violet said calmly. She turned to face Sam and leaned against the car. "You gotta realize how freakish this is for me, right?"
Sam smiled charmingly. "Freakish is the Hunter normal. You're safe here."
"Sounds comforting." Violet nodded. "Alright, Sam. Lead the way."
The two walked around the black Chevrolet and made sure the doors were locked, then Violet followed Sam into The Bunker. Sam turned and closed the door behind them as Violet made her way down the metal stairs. She took one step at a time and gazed around the room. Sam stood at the top of the stairs and waited for Violet to make her way down. He followed after her as she began to walk into the next room.
"Impressive." Violet frowned. "Man, I could take some sweet pics of this place with my camera."
"Uh, yeah—" Sam walked ahead of her. "—no. It's kinda a secret bunker."
"Of course it is." Violet sat down in a chair at one of the large wooden tables. Sam sat down in a chair across the table from her. The two turned as Dean entered the door, holding an open beer in his right hand and two unopened in his left. "Mind if I take ya up on one of them?" Violet asked.
"Help yourself." Dean sat down in another chair and slid a beer to Violet and Sam. Dean, Sam, and Violet each took a deep drink of their beers. Dean placed his empty bottle on the table. "Research time?"