At least two hours on the road, Dean decided to take the longer route through Minnesota. As Dean drove, I looked out the window, watching the fields and trees going past. I grinned as my imagination started going off. I imagined what hidden treasures were in the tree's, hidden bodies and mysteries, it was like I was playing movies in my head. I imagined myself running around the heavily thick trees, jumping over dead trees and chasing wild animals. Laughing, sweating, running and panting like I was a kid playing tag with my best random adventures like a kid in a toy shop. Then I reached the meadows, spinning around the tall grass, feeling the wind in my hair, smelling the sweet air of the forest around me. My foot tripped over a twig, landing softly on the ground, staring up at the clear blue sky. The birds chirping as the fly above, rabbits and squirels running past me, and bugs landing on the grass around me. I closed my eyes, humming a tune, smiling warmly. The afternoon sun warming my face, I felt free, light as the birds, I was actually enjoying life. Something I feared wouldn't happen again, I was alone but I was content, for the first time since I could remember, I was me. Then, before I knew it, I was back in the Impala and the smell of gas irritating my nostrils.
"What are we doing here?" I asked as Dean pulled up to a gas station. "Where are we?"
"At a gas station just outside of Rochester. Couple more hours and we'll be in Iowa." Dean replied, opening the car door, gesturing for me to come out. After a moment, I got out and stood next to Dean. "Need to refuel anyway, both the Impala and my stomach. Bobby, mind gettin' me a beer? Or better yet, let's go to that diner over there."
"Good, I need to not be in a car for awhile." Sam added, getting up and stretching. "And not a chance in hell am I eating junk food like I did when we were kids."
What did I eat? I thought to myself. Am I vegan? Did I drink beer? Hell, am I even old enough to drink?
"Oh and before you ask, no, you can't have beer." Dean said, pointing at me similar to a dad giving sound advice to his son. " But you can drink soda."
"Soda?" I asked, trying to remember what that was.
"Oh boy." Dean chuckled, wrapping his arm around me as we walked into the diner.
The diner looked like we fell back in time, to the 50's, I think when Bobby was young. Everything seemed retro, black and white checkered floors, red cushioned booths, stools at the front. I was waiting for the waitress's to come out rolling on roller skates, or a couple with bad hair do's and style eating fries and drinking milk shakes. My stomach startled grumbling and my mouth started drooling when I imagined the fries and milkshake. Which was quickly interuppted when I was yanked by Dean. We walked to a red booth and the waitress set menu's down.
They didn't give me time to look, they already ordered soda's, or beers, burgers and fries. Luckily, Dean ordered for me. I guess I like burgers, fries and soda's too. My hands clutched the rosary around my neck, holding it close. For some reason, I felt safe when I was clutching it, and I could feel that the guys wanted me to remove it. But I couldn't, it felt important to me.
"What do you guys know about me?" I asked, looking at the guys. I still couldn't wrap my mind around them being my dad and brothers. I sat next to Dean who told me I usually liked hamburgers, then he told the waitress to get me a soda. Not long later, the waitress walked in carrying two brown bottles, and two sodas. She placed the beers in front of Dean and Bobby, the dark brown soda in front of Sam and placed the yellow-green one in front of me. Looking at the wooden table, I was starting to feel disoriented, so I figured I should ask some questions and get my head some how screwed on.
"Well, you love cheeseburgers for one." Dean replied, giving another waitress a flirty look. "Um, you're pretty loyal to your friends. You love to travel here and there. You're religious. That's about it."
"Seriously?" I asked, feeling like some kind of character being read out of his story.
"Well come on, we just adopted you, we don't know a lot about you." Dean replied, taking a big gulp of his beer.
"Who was that woman? Why am I mad at her?" I asked, remembering the woman who gave me the rosary, the one who cared for me. I just couldn't understand why.
"What do you think?" Sam asked, gently, putting his hands together and resting them on the table. His dark eyes studying me, I leaned back, feeling awkward.
"Did she do anything to me?" I asked, trying to ignore the feeling.
"Yeah."Sam replied, looking away from me, taking a drink.
"What?"
"Can't tell ya." Dean replied, kicking Sam under the table.
"Why?"
"That's another thing about you, you always ask too many questions. "
"I don't have any memory of my past, Dean. But I feel like I know her, when I saw her, I felt something. I don't know why, but I felt total rage."
"Well, it comes with reason." I heard Dean whisper, acting like I didn't hear.
"What?"
"Nothing, moving on."
"So, what do we do now?" I asked, knowing Dean wasn't going to let me continue.
"Well, I think we got enough connections to get our basic needs taken care of." Dean replied, looking at the three of us like he was a dad talking to his kids. " Bobby will find a job, Sam and I are going to continue hunting-"
"Hunting?" I asked, trying to laugh. I couldn't imagine Sam and Dean shooting Deer and chasing bears. However I could see Sam hunting law schools and Dean chasing skirts. Bobby could be a hunter, though.
"Another thing we'll have to explain to you." Dean replied, patting me on the back. " Anyway, as for you, you'll be going to high school and doing your own thing."
"What do I do?" I whispered to myself as the waitress walked over and handed us our food. Then she placed a folded napkin in front of me, smiling her grade A white smile. Dean chuckled, and Bobby and Sam rolled their eyes. Looking at Dean, I unfolded the napkin to see a phone number and the name Ericka at the top. "Uh, what do I do here?"
"Ha ha, you got my charm boy." Dean commented, patting the top of my head. " The ladies are just drawn to ya like magnet's. "
"Do I really call her?" I asked, hoping Dean would say 'no'. I couldn't see myself calling random waitresses from a payphone. What the hell do I say?
"You don't have to. I sure don't," Dean said, sitting back and resting his arm behind me. " I flirt a bit, give them my adorable smile, and then I sleep with them. No phone call necessary."
"I don't care what you do in my house," Bobby said, looking at me with a scared look. " Just don't try sleeping with any girls."
"Wait, what?"
"Don't worry about it," Sam whispered, trying not to laugh. " Anyway, once we're done here, we're stopping at that mall in town."
"A mall?" The three of us asked, simultaneously. For some reason, the word 'mall', sounded strange and I started feeling overwhelmed.
"Yeah, you're gonna need new clothes for school."