Highway to Hell: Episode Two: "Lookout for Hell"
Episode 2 : Lookout for Hell
Chapter 4: Explanation Please
Chapter Wordcount: 1266
Dean was throwing random objects out of the trunk and cursing the whole way.
“Damnit!” He yelled as he struck the edge of the trunk.
“No bullets, right?” Sam asked.
“Just what you have. Shit…”
Sam sighed and turned around.
“So now what do we do?”
“We need silver…and we need to make some ammo…quick.”
“And how are we gonna buy that much silver…we gotta arm three people this go round…maybe four if Rylee decides to tag along…and it’s kinda obvious we’re running low on cash.”
Dean sighed this time. “I dunno.”
Dean came us the stairs first. “Hey babe…”
“What’s up?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have any silver bullets by any chance would you?”
“Actually I do. I have a magazine full of them for my Springfield…why?”
“That’s it?”
“Yea…”
“Shit…”
“What?!”
“We’re out.”
“Out. Like none at all?”
“Yup.”
Monte crossed her arms. “Seriously, I don’t know how you boys survived.”
Rylee laughed.
“Well…I guess we need to get some don’t we.”
“That’s the problem. We don’t exactly have enough cash to get that much silver.”
“Then I guess we need to make some cash.”
“You’re not?” Rylee jumped in staring at Monte.
“What?” Sam asked.
“Damn right I am.”
“No…Monte…you said you would never do that again.”
“Well…looks like I have to doesn’t it?”
“Monte…”
“Ry…just shut it.”
“What are you talking about?” Dean asked glancing nervously between the two girls. He didn’t exactly like the direction this conversation was headed in.
“We’ll go to town, the boys can hit a couple bars…play some pool…get a lil’ cash…and I’ll hit a bar…and do my thing.”
“Your thing…what exactly is your thing?” Dean was getting pissed…and worried.
Rylee was staring Monte down, obviously not happy.
“And why did you say me and Sam are going to a different bar? You’re lying to yourself if you think I’m not coming with you.”
“Dean…if you came with me you’d end up getting pissed and stepping between me and a guy and then we’re not going to make any money. Just trust me.”
“No.”
“Well that’s comforting.”
“Damnit Monte…what are you doing?!”
“I’m not gonna tell you! Trust me…I’ll be fine. I’m not going to do anything dangerous…and we need the cash. You and Sam are okay with pool and poker but you know even you guys aren’t good enough to pull in that kinda cash in one day.”
Dean huffed. She was right. But he still didn’t like not knowing what she was doing. Plus the added details of her wanting to be alone because he would step between her and a guy. He didn’t like the idea of her being with a guy anyways…especially getting money from him. He didn’t like what that implied.
Monte didn’t wait for him to say anything else she just disappeared into the house.
“What is she up to?” He shot at Rylee.
“Nothing good. But I don’t want to be the one to tell you…she should be.”
“Damnit…” He hissed.
“Alright…well I’ll tell ya what. Sam and me can go into town and get that alternator for your car. And with you two alone maybe she’ll talk to you.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll be right back.” She said as she went down the stairs and across the lawn into her garage.
“What do you think she’s doing?” He asked Sam. He knew damn well Sam was as lost as he was, but this secret she was hiding just kept nagging at his brain.
“Dean…you know better than I do that you can’t guess shit about Monte. How many times has she thrown us some kinda spiral curve ball?”
“I know…I just…I don’t like the sound of this…”
He was quickly drowned out as Rylee backed a lipstick red 1964 1/2 Mustang convertible out of her garage.
Sam and Dean both looked over slack-jawed.
“What?” She shrugged.
Sam laughed, slapped Dean on the back, “Good luck man,” and ran over to get in the car and head to town.
Dean watched as the Ford went rumbling down the gravel driveway and disappeared through the trees.
This was going to be interesting.
Monte was inside getting changed. Skin-tight low-slung jeans, tight black t-shirt and a pair of black low-rise boots.
Dean walked in behind her and almost tripped.
Damn.
Monte saw him in the mirror and smiled.
“What is that grin for?”
“’Cause I know how much this is bothering you.” She said as he plopped down on the bed.
“Why won’t you just tell me?”
“Dean…” She started, sitting down next to him. “You know we’re running short on time…I know how to get cash…quick. Please…just trust me.”
“I want to trust you…I just don’t like the sound of this…I mean…you’re not…you’re not going to…I mean…sell…”
“…Prostitute?”
He hung his head.
“You have got to be kidding me! You seriously think for one second that I would sink that low?! Dean!”
“No! Not really…I just…can’t figure out what you’re talking about.”
“Trust me?”
He paused, sighed and then nodded his head reluctantly.
“Thank you. I promise I’ll tell you…afterwards. But you have to trust me that I can’t now…’cause I know you. You’d throw a hiss-fit.” She said, standing back up.
“No I wouldn’t!”
She just looked at him and raised her eyebrow.
“Fine…Sam and Rylee went to town.”
“I figured as much…I heard her car. We’ll just meet ‘em up there……this is still bothering you isn’t it?”
“Yes. I just…I dunno. Can Sam go with you? I don’t exactly like you being alone…”
“No Dean…I’ll be fine and you of all people should know I don’t need a damn bodyguard.”
“I didn’t mean it like that…I know you’re capable…I just…”
“It’s okay…I’ll have my good friend Ruger with me.”
“What?” He chuckled.
She laughed and propped her foot on the bed, lifting her pant leg enough to show off a black and brushed nickel pistol strapped to her ankle.
He laughed and shook his head. “You scare me sometimes you know.”
She smiled and walked over to him, placing her hands on his knees and leaning over to kiss him.
She stared into his eyes when they broke. His brow scrunched slightly…he could have sworn she was going to say it…
“Come on…let’s get goin’.” She said as she grabbed her black leather jacket and waltzed out of the room.
He watched her jean-clad hips sway out of the door and sat perplexed for a moment before following her.
They met Rylee and Sam at Steve’s place; Lancaster Paint and Body. He did mostly body work as the name implied, but he knew all the local junkyards and parts houses and got them an alternator pretty cheap. He also said he would drive out to Rylee’s place and put it in for them while they were in town. It would be good to go by the time they got back tonight.
“Alright…Sam…Dean…you guys can go with Rylee, hit the south part of town. The drunks tend to hang out there…and you can pretty much talk ‘em out of their money in poker…let alone if you guys are even halfway sober you could beat ‘em in pool…I’ll head to the north.”
Dean locked eyes with Monte…making damn sure she knew he still wasn’t happy with this. She gave him a reassuring smile and got in her car and headed out.
Dean was left staring as the taillights receded with Sam watching cautiously from the side.
“Dean…we should umm…get going…we gotta get this cash man. It’ll be okay…”
He nodded and climbed over the door of the Mustang and into the back seat.
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Chapter 4: Explanation Please
Chapter Wordcount: 1266
Dean was throwing random objects out of the trunk and cursing the whole way.
“Damnit!” He yelled as he struck the edge of the trunk.
“No bullets, right?” Sam asked.
“Just what you have. Shit…”
Sam sighed and turned around.
“So now what do we do?”
“We need silver…and we need to make some ammo…quick.”
“And how are we gonna buy that much silver…we gotta arm three people this go round…maybe four if Rylee decides to tag along…and it’s kinda obvious we’re running low on cash.”
Dean sighed this time. “I dunno.”
Dean came us the stairs first. “Hey babe…”
“What’s up?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have any silver bullets by any chance would you?”
“Actually I do. I have a magazine full of them for my Springfield…why?”
“That’s it?”
“Yea…”
“Shit…”
“What?!”
“We’re out.”
“Out. Like none at all?”
“Yup.”
Monte crossed her arms. “Seriously, I don’t know how you boys survived.”
Rylee laughed.
“Well…I guess we need to get some don’t we.”
“That’s the problem. We don’t exactly have enough cash to get that much silver.”
“Then I guess we need to make some cash.”
“You’re not?” Rylee jumped in staring at Monte.
“What?” Sam asked.
“Damn right I am.”
“No…Monte…you said you would never do that again.”
“Well…looks like I have to doesn’t it?”
“Monte…”
“Ry…just shut it.”
“What are you talking about?” Dean asked glancing nervously between the two girls. He didn’t exactly like the direction this conversation was headed in.
“We’ll go to town, the boys can hit a couple bars…play some pool…get a lil’ cash…and I’ll hit a bar…and do my thing.”
“Your thing…what exactly is your thing?” Dean was getting pissed…and worried.
Rylee was staring Monte down, obviously not happy.
“And why did you say me and Sam are going to a different bar? You’re lying to yourself if you think I’m not coming with you.”
“Dean…if you came with me you’d end up getting pissed and stepping between me and a guy and then we’re not going to make any money. Just trust me.”
“No.”
“Well that’s comforting.”
“Damnit Monte…what are you doing?!”
“I’m not gonna tell you! Trust me…I’ll be fine. I’m not going to do anything dangerous…and we need the cash. You and Sam are okay with pool and poker but you know even you guys aren’t good enough to pull in that kinda cash in one day.”
Dean huffed. She was right. But he still didn’t like not knowing what she was doing. Plus the added details of her wanting to be alone because he would step between her and a guy. He didn’t like the idea of her being with a guy anyways…especially getting money from him. He didn’t like what that implied.
Monte didn’t wait for him to say anything else she just disappeared into the house.
“What is she up to?” He shot at Rylee.
“Nothing good. But I don’t want to be the one to tell you…she should be.”
“Damnit…” He hissed.
“Alright…well I’ll tell ya what. Sam and me can go into town and get that alternator for your car. And with you two alone maybe she’ll talk to you.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll be right back.” She said as she went down the stairs and across the lawn into her garage.
“What do you think she’s doing?” He asked Sam. He knew damn well Sam was as lost as he was, but this secret she was hiding just kept nagging at his brain.
“Dean…you know better than I do that you can’t guess shit about Monte. How many times has she thrown us some kinda spiral curve ball?”
“I know…I just…I don’t like the sound of this…”
He was quickly drowned out as Rylee backed a lipstick red 1964 1/2 Mustang convertible out of her garage.
Sam and Dean both looked over slack-jawed.
“What?” She shrugged.
Sam laughed, slapped Dean on the back, “Good luck man,” and ran over to get in the car and head to town.
Dean watched as the Ford went rumbling down the gravel driveway and disappeared through the trees.
This was going to be interesting.
Monte was inside getting changed. Skin-tight low-slung jeans, tight black t-shirt and a pair of black low-rise boots.
Dean walked in behind her and almost tripped.
Damn.
Monte saw him in the mirror and smiled.
“What is that grin for?”
“’Cause I know how much this is bothering you.” She said as he plopped down on the bed.
“Why won’t you just tell me?”
“Dean…” She started, sitting down next to him. “You know we’re running short on time…I know how to get cash…quick. Please…just trust me.”
“I want to trust you…I just don’t like the sound of this…I mean…you’re not…you’re not going to…I mean…sell…”
“…Prostitute?”
He hung his head.
“You have got to be kidding me! You seriously think for one second that I would sink that low?! Dean!”
“No! Not really…I just…can’t figure out what you’re talking about.”
“Trust me?”
He paused, sighed and then nodded his head reluctantly.
“Thank you. I promise I’ll tell you…afterwards. But you have to trust me that I can’t now…’cause I know you. You’d throw a hiss-fit.” She said, standing back up.
“No I wouldn’t!”
She just looked at him and raised her eyebrow.
“Fine…Sam and Rylee went to town.”
“I figured as much…I heard her car. We’ll just meet ‘em up there……this is still bothering you isn’t it?”
“Yes. I just…I dunno. Can Sam go with you? I don’t exactly like you being alone…”
“No Dean…I’ll be fine and you of all people should know I don’t need a damn bodyguard.”
“I didn’t mean it like that…I know you’re capable…I just…”
“It’s okay…I’ll have my good friend Ruger with me.”
“What?” He chuckled.
She laughed and propped her foot on the bed, lifting her pant leg enough to show off a black and brushed nickel pistol strapped to her ankle.
He laughed and shook his head. “You scare me sometimes you know.”
She smiled and walked over to him, placing her hands on his knees and leaning over to kiss him.
She stared into his eyes when they broke. His brow scrunched slightly…he could have sworn she was going to say it…
“Come on…let’s get goin’.” She said as she grabbed her black leather jacket and waltzed out of the room.
He watched her jean-clad hips sway out of the door and sat perplexed for a moment before following her.
They met Rylee and Sam at Steve’s place; Lancaster Paint and Body. He did mostly body work as the name implied, but he knew all the local junkyards and parts houses and got them an alternator pretty cheap. He also said he would drive out to Rylee’s place and put it in for them while they were in town. It would be good to go by the time they got back tonight.
“Alright…Sam…Dean…you guys can go with Rylee, hit the south part of town. The drunks tend to hang out there…and you can pretty much talk ‘em out of their money in poker…let alone if you guys are even halfway sober you could beat ‘em in pool…I’ll head to the north.”
Dean locked eyes with Monte…making damn sure she knew he still wasn’t happy with this. She gave him a reassuring smile and got in her car and headed out.
Dean was left staring as the taillights receded with Sam watching cautiously from the side.
“Dean…we should umm…get going…we gotta get this cash man. It’ll be okay…”
He nodded and climbed over the door of the Mustang and into the back seat.
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