Highway to Hell: Episode Two: "Lookout for Hell"
Episode 2 : Lookout for Hell
Episode Wordcount: 10,126
Rating: R for language and violence
Pairing: Dean/Monte (OFC)
Feedback: Hell yea! I didn’t post this thing for my health.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dean or Sam *damnit* or anything else from the Supernatural universe. Nor do I own any of the songs that make an appearance. I do however own Monte and her world. She is completely mine, or should I say completely me, everything about her is based off me and my life. Also I own Rylee. *winks at Teresa*
Summary: AU, I started writing after “Route 666” aired, so anything after that is disregarded, and Meg, even though she came before, will be ignored as well.
Heading for a hunt that they had postponed, they find out Monte’s connections travel far beyond Cave Spring, and Dean’s feelings travel far beyond his pants.
Chapter 1: Rylee Scott
Chapter Wordcount: 1258
Both cars sped down the interstate passing one of the familiar green signs stating mileage left. Chattanooga: 54. They turned onto the side streets after taking the off ramp and pulled into a rest stop. Dean pulled the Impala up to a gas pump and started to fill it up. Monte parked in front of the convenience store and went inside, Sam following her in. She emerged a second later with a bottle Mountain Dew and a big hunk of beef jerky.
*AC/DC’s “Night Prowler” playing in the background*
“You really are a redneck.” Dean quipped.
She just shot him a glare.
Sam came out a minute later after paying for the gas and using the restroom. He reached through the downed window on the Impala and pulled out the map, spreading it wide on the flat roof of the car.
Monte leaned against the fender next to Dean.
“Alright…we’re about fifty or sixty miles out of Chattanooga. The attacks have been happening around this park…’Lookout’…”
“Lookout Mountain?” Monte jumped in.
Dean looked at her surprised. “Yea, actually…”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She scoffed.
“What?” Sam asked.
“My buddy…Rylee, lives like right outside the park. The state tried to get her to move, but the property belonged to her family for years, and they couldn’t win the legal battle.”
Dean laughed and shot a look at Sam. “Why does it feel like I’m riding ‘It’s a Small World’?”
Sam smiled.
“Well, that’ll at least save us some cash. We can crash at her place.” She offered.
“She’ll let us?”
Monte laughed. “After all that hospitality in Cave Spring, you really underestimate my acquaintances?”
He laughed. “No, I guess not.”
“You said the attacks were werewolves right?”
“Yea.”
“Alright…so brief me.”
“What?”
“Well the shit I know about werewolves all comes from movies…so, tell me what I need to know.”
“You don’t need to know anything. You’ll sit tight at this Rylee chick’s house and me and Sam will take care of the mutts.”
“You are out of your cotton-picking mind if you think I’m gonna sit back and let you boys have the fun…don’t know what you’ve been smoking.”
Sam laughed and looked at his watch. “We’ll we’ve only got about an hour left of sunlight…we should probably go now. Then we’ll have a couple days before the moon’s in the right cycle, and we can discuss it till then.”
Monte smirked and walked back over to her car knowing damn well she was gonna win the fight.
Dean threw the keys to Sam. “I’m gonna ride with her…that cool?”
“Sure.” He replied, snatching the keys out of the air.
Sam got in the Impala and turned the key…and then engine didn’t start.
Dean stopped mid-stride and turned back around. “What did you do?!”
“I didn’t do anything!” A very frustrated Sam said through the window, trying in vain to get the car to turn over.
“Shit!” Dean hissed, walking to the front of the car and yanking up on the hood.
Monte watched through the rearview mirror, scoffed, shook her head and got back out.
“And what’s the problem?”
“I dunno.” Dean said, as he looked under the hood.
“Move.” Was all she said as she got back in her car and pulled it right up in front of the Impala. She left the car running and popped her own hood. Disappearing into the trunk to return with a set of grease covered jumper cables.
“It’s not the battery…we just replaced it a couple months ago.”
“I know dumbass…it’s probably your alternator.”
“Great.” He said sarcastically.
“Just chill a sec. I’ll jump ya here, and then we’ll just keep it running till we get to Rylee’s place. We can replace it there.”
Dean watched impatiently as Monte proceeded to hook up the jumper cables, let it run for a second and then prompt Sam to try it again. Which when he did, the car started obediently.
She silently chuckled to herself as she saw about a half-dozen truckers hanging around watching as the chick fixed the car and the guy stood by. She always loved that.
Sam sighed in relief as she returned to her car, Dean climbing into the passenger seat. She pulled by his window and told him just to follow her and then waited until he got behind her before she pulled back onto the interstate.
*Guns N Roses’ “Sweet Child O’ Mine” playing in the background*
About an hour later they pulled up to a house out in the middle of nowhere. It was set way back in the woods and was only accessible by a dirt path that wound around for about three miles. The Impala now looked chocolate brown thanks to all the dust and dirt and Dean was cursing the country as he watched the poor thing in the side mirror.
“Relax,” Monte joked. “She does have running water, we can wash it. Hell, I need to wash mine too.”
He smirked that half-grin of his and extended his arm across the back of the seat and around her shoulders.
She just smiled at him.
After navigating over a cattle grate and through some old fencing Monte pulled up to the house, Sam parked the Impala next to her and almost regretfully shut it off.
Dean was the first out…which was a big mistake.
A huge red coonhound came running full tilt towards him and growling and barking like it was rabid.
Dean in one fluid motion jumped up onto the hood of Monte’s car and scrambled his way towards the windshield.
Monte was out of her car in a flash. “Phoenix! Stand down!”
The dog immediately sat down and started to whine and wag her tail.
Monte pointed at Dean, who was still perched atop her car. “If you scratched my paint, I’ll skin you alive boy.”
He just sneered.
Sam got out hesitantly as Monte walked over to the dog and crouched down playfully tousling her droopy ears.
“Monte?!” They heard from the porch.
“Rylee!”
“What the hell are you doing here?” She asked as she came running down the steps and over to her, grabbing her into a hug and spinning around. “God girl, it’s been ages since I saw you.”
“I know.” Monte smiled.
“Shit…something ain’t right…did you find him?”
Monte swallowed hard. “Yea…he’s dead.” She whispered.
Dean was growing more uncomfortable as he saw Monte start to tear up; he felt the need to go hold her. He had slid his way off the hood and had stealthy looked to make sure he hadn’t scratched her car. Sam laughed at him as Dean threw a nervous glance over the metal.
“Oh shit babe…”
Monte smiled slightly and nodded her head before clearing her throat. “Ry…this is Dean and Sam…they helped me.”
Dean locked eyes with Monte, silently asking if she was okay. A slight nod was what he received, placating him enough to break the stare and shake Rylee’s hand after Sam.
“You always were lucky.” Rylee winked at Monte.
Monte just laughed, Dean smirked and puffed out his chest. Sam blushed and looked at the ground embarrassed.
“So what you doin’ in Tennessee?”
“Well…I think we better go inside for that.” She laughed. “And the Impala needs an alternator.” She said as she pointed to the car.
Rylee nodded. “Alright, I’ll call Steve in the morning; see what he can rustle up.”
Monte nodded, hooked arms with Rylee and walked towards the house. Phoenix ran in front and the boys followed behind.
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Episode Wordcount: 10,126
Rating: R for language and violence
Pairing: Dean/Monte (OFC)
Feedback: Hell yea! I didn’t post this thing for my health.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dean or Sam *damnit* or anything else from the Supernatural universe. Nor do I own any of the songs that make an appearance. I do however own Monte and her world. She is completely mine, or should I say completely me, everything about her is based off me and my life. Also I own Rylee. *winks at Teresa*
Summary: AU, I started writing after “Route 666” aired, so anything after that is disregarded, and Meg, even though she came before, will be ignored as well.
Heading for a hunt that they had postponed, they find out Monte’s connections travel far beyond Cave Spring, and Dean’s feelings travel far beyond his pants.
Chapter 1: Rylee Scott
Chapter Wordcount: 1258
Both cars sped down the interstate passing one of the familiar green signs stating mileage left. Chattanooga: 54. They turned onto the side streets after taking the off ramp and pulled into a rest stop. Dean pulled the Impala up to a gas pump and started to fill it up. Monte parked in front of the convenience store and went inside, Sam following her in. She emerged a second later with a bottle Mountain Dew and a big hunk of beef jerky.
*AC/DC’s “Night Prowler” playing in the background*
“You really are a redneck.” Dean quipped.
She just shot him a glare.
Sam came out a minute later after paying for the gas and using the restroom. He reached through the downed window on the Impala and pulled out the map, spreading it wide on the flat roof of the car.
Monte leaned against the fender next to Dean.
“Alright…we’re about fifty or sixty miles out of Chattanooga. The attacks have been happening around this park…’Lookout’…”
“Lookout Mountain?” Monte jumped in.
Dean looked at her surprised. “Yea, actually…”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She scoffed.
“What?” Sam asked.
“My buddy…Rylee, lives like right outside the park. The state tried to get her to move, but the property belonged to her family for years, and they couldn’t win the legal battle.”
Dean laughed and shot a look at Sam. “Why does it feel like I’m riding ‘It’s a Small World’?”
Sam smiled.
“Well, that’ll at least save us some cash. We can crash at her place.” She offered.
“She’ll let us?”
Monte laughed. “After all that hospitality in Cave Spring, you really underestimate my acquaintances?”
He laughed. “No, I guess not.”
“You said the attacks were werewolves right?”
“Yea.”
“Alright…so brief me.”
“What?”
“Well the shit I know about werewolves all comes from movies…so, tell me what I need to know.”
“You don’t need to know anything. You’ll sit tight at this Rylee chick’s house and me and Sam will take care of the mutts.”
“You are out of your cotton-picking mind if you think I’m gonna sit back and let you boys have the fun…don’t know what you’ve been smoking.”
Sam laughed and looked at his watch. “We’ll we’ve only got about an hour left of sunlight…we should probably go now. Then we’ll have a couple days before the moon’s in the right cycle, and we can discuss it till then.”
Monte smirked and walked back over to her car knowing damn well she was gonna win the fight.
Dean threw the keys to Sam. “I’m gonna ride with her…that cool?”
“Sure.” He replied, snatching the keys out of the air.
Sam got in the Impala and turned the key…and then engine didn’t start.
Dean stopped mid-stride and turned back around. “What did you do?!”
“I didn’t do anything!” A very frustrated Sam said through the window, trying in vain to get the car to turn over.
“Shit!” Dean hissed, walking to the front of the car and yanking up on the hood.
Monte watched through the rearview mirror, scoffed, shook her head and got back out.
“And what’s the problem?”
“I dunno.” Dean said, as he looked under the hood.
“Move.” Was all she said as she got back in her car and pulled it right up in front of the Impala. She left the car running and popped her own hood. Disappearing into the trunk to return with a set of grease covered jumper cables.
“It’s not the battery…we just replaced it a couple months ago.”
“I know dumbass…it’s probably your alternator.”
“Great.” He said sarcastically.
“Just chill a sec. I’ll jump ya here, and then we’ll just keep it running till we get to Rylee’s place. We can replace it there.”
Dean watched impatiently as Monte proceeded to hook up the jumper cables, let it run for a second and then prompt Sam to try it again. Which when he did, the car started obediently.
She silently chuckled to herself as she saw about a half-dozen truckers hanging around watching as the chick fixed the car and the guy stood by. She always loved that.
Sam sighed in relief as she returned to her car, Dean climbing into the passenger seat. She pulled by his window and told him just to follow her and then waited until he got behind her before she pulled back onto the interstate.
*Guns N Roses’ “Sweet Child O’ Mine” playing in the background*
About an hour later they pulled up to a house out in the middle of nowhere. It was set way back in the woods and was only accessible by a dirt path that wound around for about three miles. The Impala now looked chocolate brown thanks to all the dust and dirt and Dean was cursing the country as he watched the poor thing in the side mirror.
“Relax,” Monte joked. “She does have running water, we can wash it. Hell, I need to wash mine too.”
He smirked that half-grin of his and extended his arm across the back of the seat and around her shoulders.
She just smiled at him.
After navigating over a cattle grate and through some old fencing Monte pulled up to the house, Sam parked the Impala next to her and almost regretfully shut it off.
Dean was the first out…which was a big mistake.
A huge red coonhound came running full tilt towards him and growling and barking like it was rabid.
Dean in one fluid motion jumped up onto the hood of Monte’s car and scrambled his way towards the windshield.
Monte was out of her car in a flash. “Phoenix! Stand down!”
The dog immediately sat down and started to whine and wag her tail.
Monte pointed at Dean, who was still perched atop her car. “If you scratched my paint, I’ll skin you alive boy.”
He just sneered.
Sam got out hesitantly as Monte walked over to the dog and crouched down playfully tousling her droopy ears.
“Monte?!” They heard from the porch.
“Rylee!”
“What the hell are you doing here?” She asked as she came running down the steps and over to her, grabbing her into a hug and spinning around. “God girl, it’s been ages since I saw you.”
“I know.” Monte smiled.
“Shit…something ain’t right…did you find him?”
Monte swallowed hard. “Yea…he’s dead.” She whispered.
Dean was growing more uncomfortable as he saw Monte start to tear up; he felt the need to go hold her. He had slid his way off the hood and had stealthy looked to make sure he hadn’t scratched her car. Sam laughed at him as Dean threw a nervous glance over the metal.
“Oh shit babe…”
Monte smiled slightly and nodded her head before clearing her throat. “Ry…this is Dean and Sam…they helped me.”
Dean locked eyes with Monte, silently asking if she was okay. A slight nod was what he received, placating him enough to break the stare and shake Rylee’s hand after Sam.
“You always were lucky.” Rylee winked at Monte.
Monte just laughed, Dean smirked and puffed out his chest. Sam blushed and looked at the ground embarrassed.
“So what you doin’ in Tennessee?”
“Well…I think we better go inside for that.” She laughed. “And the Impala needs an alternator.” She said as she pointed to the car.
Rylee nodded. “Alright, I’ll call Steve in the morning; see what he can rustle up.”
Monte nodded, hooked arms with Rylee and walked towards the house. Phoenix ran in front and the boys followed behind.
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