Highway to Hell: Episode Two: "Lookout for Hell"
Episode 2 : Lookout for Hell
Chapter 5: Shot Through the Heart
Chapter Wordcount: 1162
Rylee, Dean and Sam headed to On The Rocks, a small cheap establishment. Off a dirt road, they served cheap beer and cheap whisky and most of the people there were regulars. Needless to say the two newcomers quickly got into some testosterone battles with the old guys. Money and beer flowing like the damn Niagara Falls.
Monte headed north. Known for two opposite ends of the spectrum. Upper class sports bars, well, as upper class as a bar in the middle of the country could be, and the seedy, dark, biker bars, the places she brought the Ruger along for.
*Led Zeppelin’s “Rock & Roll” playing in the background*
First she hit The Alley. Basic run-of-the-mill sports bar. NASCAR and hunting programs adorning most of the TVs. She made her way to the bar and got the basic Budweiser. It didn’t take five minutes before guys where pouring over her. She tended to pick her prey carefully…but hell, if the fucker was stupid enough to approach her she was not above attacking the weak.
She left The Alley after only an hour. She had a nice wad of cash stuffed in her jacket lining but the wells at The Alley had started to run dry and she split. No need drawing undue attention.
Next was Shovelhead. One place she only went to if she wanted action. But tonight was important. She needed cash so Shovelhead it was.
*Led Zeppelin’s “Black Dog” playing in the background*
The Monte Carlo stood out in the parking lot. Old Firebirds and black Harley’s parked haphazardly on the gravel. She made sure it was locked before walking through the classic swinging doors.
Shaved heads with long beards turned and lifted the second she walked through the door.
“This should be fun.” She whispered to herself.
Straight to the bar she went.
“Crown Royal…neat.”
The bartender finished cleaning the glass he had and arched her eyebrow before serving her.
She slammed it back drawing even more attention before ordering another.
Dean and Sam walked out as Rylee tried to calm the old drunks that wanted a rematch. They had cleaned up in that bar. In an hour and a half they had walked out with a combined $250 from pool and poker. Monte had been right to send them there.
“Alright…now where?” Sam asked.
Rylee pulled out her cell phone. “I’m just gonna see where Monte is.”
Dean leaned against the Mustang hands shoved in his pockets and feet kicking the ground.
“Where you at? What?! Why the hell did you go there? Fine…are you leaving? Alright…alright…we’ll meet you there, ‘kay? Alright…bye.”
“Where is she?” Dean asked, his panic slowly rising.
“She’s just at a biker bar…she’s almost done. Come on we can meet her there.”
Dean was the first one in the car. Not caring in the least if he showed his desire to get there quick.
*Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” playing in the background*
Monte nuzzled noses with the big guy named Jake that was sitting next to her. She laughed at his jokes and let him pour her beer. She had just slipped her hand under his jacket and around his side when Rylee, Sam…and Dean came walking in the door.
She saw Dean and everything went to hell. Jake saw her focus turn and quickly got pissed. Luckily she was able to recover and still get what she was after before Dean came storming up to her.
“Explanation?! Please?”
“Dean…” She cursed through clenched teeth. “Not. Here.”
“No! It is going to be here.”
“Dean…get in the car…NOW!”
Sam cleared his throat as Rylee glanced around at the guys that she assumed had also been with Monte that night.
“Dean…we really should…go…now.” She whispered behind him.
Dean had his eyes locked with Monte. After everything that had happened. He had thought she had felt something. A couple times he thought she was actually going to say it. It had scared him too, because part of him was screaming to say it to her.
But seeing her with that guy just struck something. He didn’t care at that moment if every whisky laden beer gut in that place jumped him. Nothing would hurt this bad.
Monte saw something in his eyes. Something that struck her.
“Dean…” She whispered. “Please…get in my car. I need to talk to you…just not here…please.” She begged.
He didn’t nod, he didn’t acknowledge, he just turned and stormed out.
Monte looked at Rylee who offered her a friendly smile.
“Go…me and Sam can head home.”
“Thanks hun.” She smiled forcefully, hugging Rylee and kissing Sam on the cheek before leaving.
Monte walked out to see Dean standing by her car, hands shoved in his pockets and staring down the road.
She walked over to him and didn’t even bother to unlock the car.
“Dean…”
“What was that? Please tell me.” He cut out through clenched teeth.
She sighed and reached into the inside of her jacket pulling out about a dozen wallets and money clips and tossed them on the hood of her car.
“That.”
He looked confused. Met her eyes, and then picked up one of the wallets.
“You were pick pocketing?”
“Yep.”
“Holy shit…”
“Yep. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you what I would be doing. I gotta get close to the guys before I can make the grab. And I knew you would get jealous.”
“I wasn’t jealous…I was hurt.” He whispered.
She unlocked the car and threw the money in the backseat before standing in front of him again.
“We’ve been through a lot. And you haven’t left me…no way in hell I would leave you…especially for somebody in that hell hole.”
He smiled slightly. “I’m sorry, ‘bout in there…I guess I overreacted.”
“It’s okay…but we should get going before one of ‘em realizes they can’t pay the tab I just wracked up.” She winked.
He grabbed her and kissed her before she could walk away. And right then and there he wanted to say it. But she smiled and walked around to the other side of the car and got in before he had the chance.
He sighed and got in too.
They sat around the kitchen table after dinner.
“So what did you guys get?”
Sam threw the cash on the table.
“’Bout $250…give or take a lil.”
Monte scoffed.
“What did you get?” Dean asked sarcastically, thinking they did a pretty damn good job.
“$569…and thirty-three cents.” She said, tossing two equally impressive money clips on the counter.
Rylee laughed and sipped her beer.
“Holy shit…” Sam whistled.
Monte smirked triumphantly at Dean, who just glared.
“We got one day left…hit the pawn shops…make some ammo.”
Dean laughed.
She smiled.
Sure thing, next morning they headed into town and the three small towns surrounding them and emptied every pawnshop of anything silver they had.
They melted the shit down and started the long process of making a shit load of bullets.
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Chapter 5: Shot Through the Heart
Chapter Wordcount: 1162
Rylee, Dean and Sam headed to On The Rocks, a small cheap establishment. Off a dirt road, they served cheap beer and cheap whisky and most of the people there were regulars. Needless to say the two newcomers quickly got into some testosterone battles with the old guys. Money and beer flowing like the damn Niagara Falls.
Monte headed north. Known for two opposite ends of the spectrum. Upper class sports bars, well, as upper class as a bar in the middle of the country could be, and the seedy, dark, biker bars, the places she brought the Ruger along for.
*Led Zeppelin’s “Rock & Roll” playing in the background*
First she hit The Alley. Basic run-of-the-mill sports bar. NASCAR and hunting programs adorning most of the TVs. She made her way to the bar and got the basic Budweiser. It didn’t take five minutes before guys where pouring over her. She tended to pick her prey carefully…but hell, if the fucker was stupid enough to approach her she was not above attacking the weak.
She left The Alley after only an hour. She had a nice wad of cash stuffed in her jacket lining but the wells at The Alley had started to run dry and she split. No need drawing undue attention.
Next was Shovelhead. One place she only went to if she wanted action. But tonight was important. She needed cash so Shovelhead it was.
*Led Zeppelin’s “Black Dog” playing in the background*
The Monte Carlo stood out in the parking lot. Old Firebirds and black Harley’s parked haphazardly on the gravel. She made sure it was locked before walking through the classic swinging doors.
Shaved heads with long beards turned and lifted the second she walked through the door.
“This should be fun.” She whispered to herself.
Straight to the bar she went.
“Crown Royal…neat.”
The bartender finished cleaning the glass he had and arched her eyebrow before serving her.
She slammed it back drawing even more attention before ordering another.
Dean and Sam walked out as Rylee tried to calm the old drunks that wanted a rematch. They had cleaned up in that bar. In an hour and a half they had walked out with a combined $250 from pool and poker. Monte had been right to send them there.
“Alright…now where?” Sam asked.
Rylee pulled out her cell phone. “I’m just gonna see where Monte is.”
Dean leaned against the Mustang hands shoved in his pockets and feet kicking the ground.
“Where you at? What?! Why the hell did you go there? Fine…are you leaving? Alright…alright…we’ll meet you there, ‘kay? Alright…bye.”
“Where is she?” Dean asked, his panic slowly rising.
“She’s just at a biker bar…she’s almost done. Come on we can meet her there.”
Dean was the first one in the car. Not caring in the least if he showed his desire to get there quick.
*Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” playing in the background*
Monte nuzzled noses with the big guy named Jake that was sitting next to her. She laughed at his jokes and let him pour her beer. She had just slipped her hand under his jacket and around his side when Rylee, Sam…and Dean came walking in the door.
She saw Dean and everything went to hell. Jake saw her focus turn and quickly got pissed. Luckily she was able to recover and still get what she was after before Dean came storming up to her.
“Explanation?! Please?”
“Dean…” She cursed through clenched teeth. “Not. Here.”
“No! It is going to be here.”
“Dean…get in the car…NOW!”
Sam cleared his throat as Rylee glanced around at the guys that she assumed had also been with Monte that night.
“Dean…we really should…go…now.” She whispered behind him.
Dean had his eyes locked with Monte. After everything that had happened. He had thought she had felt something. A couple times he thought she was actually going to say it. It had scared him too, because part of him was screaming to say it to her.
But seeing her with that guy just struck something. He didn’t care at that moment if every whisky laden beer gut in that place jumped him. Nothing would hurt this bad.
Monte saw something in his eyes. Something that struck her.
“Dean…” She whispered. “Please…get in my car. I need to talk to you…just not here…please.” She begged.
He didn’t nod, he didn’t acknowledge, he just turned and stormed out.
Monte looked at Rylee who offered her a friendly smile.
“Go…me and Sam can head home.”
“Thanks hun.” She smiled forcefully, hugging Rylee and kissing Sam on the cheek before leaving.
Monte walked out to see Dean standing by her car, hands shoved in his pockets and staring down the road.
She walked over to him and didn’t even bother to unlock the car.
“Dean…”
“What was that? Please tell me.” He cut out through clenched teeth.
She sighed and reached into the inside of her jacket pulling out about a dozen wallets and money clips and tossed them on the hood of her car.
“That.”
He looked confused. Met her eyes, and then picked up one of the wallets.
“You were pick pocketing?”
“Yep.”
“Holy shit…”
“Yep. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you what I would be doing. I gotta get close to the guys before I can make the grab. And I knew you would get jealous.”
“I wasn’t jealous…I was hurt.” He whispered.
She unlocked the car and threw the money in the backseat before standing in front of him again.
“We’ve been through a lot. And you haven’t left me…no way in hell I would leave you…especially for somebody in that hell hole.”
He smiled slightly. “I’m sorry, ‘bout in there…I guess I overreacted.”
“It’s okay…but we should get going before one of ‘em realizes they can’t pay the tab I just wracked up.” She winked.
He grabbed her and kissed her before she could walk away. And right then and there he wanted to say it. But she smiled and walked around to the other side of the car and got in before he had the chance.
He sighed and got in too.
They sat around the kitchen table after dinner.
“So what did you guys get?”
Sam threw the cash on the table.
“’Bout $250…give or take a lil.”
Monte scoffed.
“What did you get?” Dean asked sarcastically, thinking they did a pretty damn good job.
“$569…and thirty-three cents.” She said, tossing two equally impressive money clips on the counter.
Rylee laughed and sipped her beer.
“Holy shit…” Sam whistled.
Monte smirked triumphantly at Dean, who just glared.
“We got one day left…hit the pawn shops…make some ammo.”
Dean laughed.
She smiled.
Sure thing, next morning they headed into town and the three small towns surrounding them and emptied every pawnshop of anything silver they had.
They melted the shit down and started the long process of making a shit load of bullets.
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