Highway to Hell: Episode Three: "Burn in Hell"
Episode 3 : Burn in Hell
Chapter 2: Can You Speak English Please?
Chapter Wordcount: 1172
Dean might have thought that the idea sounded a little stupid. But driving randomly was exactly what they did.
They had stopped in Jackson, Mississippi for gas when Dean handed the keys to Sam and piled in Monte’s car with her.
A couple hours after they hit the interstate she reached under her dash and flipped a switch, pulling up a CB radio mic.
“What the hell? How have I never seen that? And why do you have a CB?”
“My dad was a truck driver before he got his garage…and my uncle, and grandfather, and couple of my cousins.”
“This is Monte looking for a bear report at mile marker 135,” she spoke into the mic.
“Bear report?” Dean asked with a chuckle.
“Shut up,” she chuckled.
“Monte? As in Monte Lyman?!” crackled over the speaker. “Good god goldilocks this is Rickey!”
“Sweet lord, how you doing Rick?! Where you at?”
“A few miles ahead of you, you put the hammer down and I’m sure you can catch up. Just look for a K-whopper portable parking lot.”
Dean was absolutely lost.
“Damn Rickey, you still driving that iron?”
Rickey chuckled, “Naw, this is a new cowboy truck pajama wagon.”
“Pajama wagon?” Dean whispered to himself.
“How ‘bout that kojak report?”
“There’s a hemorrhoid with a Polaroid at mile 285 but other than that it’s a clean shot.”
Monte heard Dean snort with laughter off her side and rolled her eyes.
“Where you headed Rick?”
“Just made a drop at Meridian, headed to Aiken, South Carolina. You?”
“Nowhere…just riding. Got a green apple beside me and a rider.”
“You been to the home port recently?”
“Yea, Kevin’s dead Rick.”
“Sorry sweetheart.”
“Listen, how ‘bout I watch your back door, we’ll probably need some motion lotion by Monkey Town, if you can last that long, we can stop at a cook shack and take a break.”
Dean’s eyes widened when he heard motion lotion. “What the…”
“Why’s that honey? You got a dress for sale?”
Monte laughed, “Go abuse it Rickey, you know damn well I ain’t no pavement princess.”
Rickey laughed over the speaker, “Yea, yea, well luckily I’m hauling postholes so I can make Monkey Town no problem, I’ll see ya then sweet thing, and I’ll let ya know if I see any boogie men.”
“Thanks Rick, eighty eights.”
“Eighty eights hun.”
She replaced the mic on the CB and leaned back in her seat, passing Sam and calling him on his cell phone.
“What’s up?”
“I got a buddy in a semi up ahead, just follow me, we’re gonna tail him for a while.”
Sam wondered why but just said alright and followed her.
Dean sat in silence for a second. “Sooo…you mind telling me what the hell was just said?”
Monte laughed, “Rickey’s an old friend of my dad’s, practically an uncle, he hauls cars for a living, we’re gonna tail him to Montgomery and then stop for a break.”
“And you couldn’t say that in English?”
Monte laughed as she pulled up behind Rickey’s rig.
They pulled into a Pilot truck stop just inside of Montgomery city limits and Monte jumped out of the car and practically ran to Rickey as he stepped down out of his truck.
“Damn look at you girl!”
She smiled as she crushed him in a hug.
“Damn Rick, it’s been too long.”
“Yea it has babe. Yea it has.”
Dean and Sam made they’re way over to the little reunion and Monte turned to introduce them.
“Dean, Sam, this is Rickey. He’s an old friend. Rick, this is Dean and his brother Sam.”
They all exchanged handshakes before they headed to the diner.
*Garth Brook’s “Friends In Low Places” playing in the background*
Over some plates of greasy food and mugs of strong coffee Monte and Rickey reminisced.
“So wait…your dad used to send you off on the road with him?”
“Yup,” she smiled at Dean, “if Dad didn’t have a run and I wanted to ride he’d let Rickey come pick me up. I always liked riding with him,” she winked, nudging his shoulder, “he always carried the coolest cars. After I got old enough to drive he used to let me load ‘em too, as long as the owners weren’t watching.”
Rickey excused himself a few minutes later and headed to the restroom.
“So, explain to me how it is you seem to know someone everywhere we go?” Dean asked.
“I do not. I didn’t know anyone in Louisiana.”
“No, but you did say your grandma was from there,” Sam added with a smile.
“I dunno…with my dad being a trucker and a mechanic, and our family being spread out over the south, I guess I just know a lot of people,” she paused. “What?”
“Nothin,’” Dean chuckled shaking his head.
Rickey came back and slid in the booth next to Monte.
“You said you just made a drop in Meridian right?”
“Yup, load of old ‘Vettes…some collector up there.”
“You got anymore loads on the schedule?”
“Not till Aiken, there’s an antique car auction house up there. Why?”
“Well…we didn’t really have a destination to our little road trip. What you say to letting our babies have a break and we riding with you to Aiken?”
Dean perked up.
“Sure, don’t matter to me,” he shrugged. “Be fun to have you along again.”
“Thanks babe, I’m gonna run next door and pick up some drinks for the road…you still living off Dr. Pepper?”
Rickey nodded, “Damn right I am.”
She rolled her eyes with a smile and left to go to the convenience store next door.
Dean excused himself to follow her, finally catching up to her in the candy aisle.
“And when were you gonna ask me about this?”
“What?” she asked grabbing a bag of peanut M&M’s and throwing it at him.
He looked down at the yellow bag in his hand and shrugged following her as she walked to the end of the aisle. “You giving my car a break. That girl’s made for the road.”
She turned to look at him. “You’re joking me. Hi, have we met? I’m Monte, I’m so into cars my nickname came from one,” she said sarcastically, holding out her hand. “Yes, I know she was made for the road Dean, hello, have you not been riding with me in my car. Look, it’s a win-win situation. You and Sam can get some rest in his sleeper cab, we can make it to South Carolina without having to worry about gas or motels or anything, and I get to see my old friend.”
He paid for the snacks as the cashier ringed them up.
“Alright, alright…but only because you know the old guy.”
She smiled, “Rickey rocks and you know it,” she smiled, heading back out the door and into the parking lot.
She loaded her car up first to show Dean how easy it was, and then he slowly took his car up the ramps and onto the truck.
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Chapter 2: Can You Speak English Please?
Chapter Wordcount: 1172
Dean might have thought that the idea sounded a little stupid. But driving randomly was exactly what they did.
They had stopped in Jackson, Mississippi for gas when Dean handed the keys to Sam and piled in Monte’s car with her.
A couple hours after they hit the interstate she reached under her dash and flipped a switch, pulling up a CB radio mic.
“What the hell? How have I never seen that? And why do you have a CB?”
“My dad was a truck driver before he got his garage…and my uncle, and grandfather, and couple of my cousins.”
“This is Monte looking for a bear report at mile marker 135,” she spoke into the mic.
“Bear report?” Dean asked with a chuckle.
“Shut up,” she chuckled.
“Monte? As in Monte Lyman?!” crackled over the speaker. “Good god goldilocks this is Rickey!”
“Sweet lord, how you doing Rick?! Where you at?”
“A few miles ahead of you, you put the hammer down and I’m sure you can catch up. Just look for a K-whopper portable parking lot.”
Dean was absolutely lost.
“Damn Rickey, you still driving that iron?”
Rickey chuckled, “Naw, this is a new cowboy truck pajama wagon.”
“Pajama wagon?” Dean whispered to himself.
“How ‘bout that kojak report?”
“There’s a hemorrhoid with a Polaroid at mile 285 but other than that it’s a clean shot.”
Monte heard Dean snort with laughter off her side and rolled her eyes.
“Where you headed Rick?”
“Just made a drop at Meridian, headed to Aiken, South Carolina. You?”
“Nowhere…just riding. Got a green apple beside me and a rider.”
“You been to the home port recently?”
“Yea, Kevin’s dead Rick.”
“Sorry sweetheart.”
“Listen, how ‘bout I watch your back door, we’ll probably need some motion lotion by Monkey Town, if you can last that long, we can stop at a cook shack and take a break.”
Dean’s eyes widened when he heard motion lotion. “What the…”
“Why’s that honey? You got a dress for sale?”
Monte laughed, “Go abuse it Rickey, you know damn well I ain’t no pavement princess.”
Rickey laughed over the speaker, “Yea, yea, well luckily I’m hauling postholes so I can make Monkey Town no problem, I’ll see ya then sweet thing, and I’ll let ya know if I see any boogie men.”
“Thanks Rick, eighty eights.”
“Eighty eights hun.”
She replaced the mic on the CB and leaned back in her seat, passing Sam and calling him on his cell phone.
“What’s up?”
“I got a buddy in a semi up ahead, just follow me, we’re gonna tail him for a while.”
Sam wondered why but just said alright and followed her.
Dean sat in silence for a second. “Sooo…you mind telling me what the hell was just said?”
Monte laughed, “Rickey’s an old friend of my dad’s, practically an uncle, he hauls cars for a living, we’re gonna tail him to Montgomery and then stop for a break.”
“And you couldn’t say that in English?”
Monte laughed as she pulled up behind Rickey’s rig.
They pulled into a Pilot truck stop just inside of Montgomery city limits and Monte jumped out of the car and practically ran to Rickey as he stepped down out of his truck.
“Damn look at you girl!”
She smiled as she crushed him in a hug.
“Damn Rick, it’s been too long.”
“Yea it has babe. Yea it has.”
Dean and Sam made they’re way over to the little reunion and Monte turned to introduce them.
“Dean, Sam, this is Rickey. He’s an old friend. Rick, this is Dean and his brother Sam.”
They all exchanged handshakes before they headed to the diner.
*Garth Brook’s “Friends In Low Places” playing in the background*
Over some plates of greasy food and mugs of strong coffee Monte and Rickey reminisced.
“So wait…your dad used to send you off on the road with him?”
“Yup,” she smiled at Dean, “if Dad didn’t have a run and I wanted to ride he’d let Rickey come pick me up. I always liked riding with him,” she winked, nudging his shoulder, “he always carried the coolest cars. After I got old enough to drive he used to let me load ‘em too, as long as the owners weren’t watching.”
Rickey excused himself a few minutes later and headed to the restroom.
“So, explain to me how it is you seem to know someone everywhere we go?” Dean asked.
“I do not. I didn’t know anyone in Louisiana.”
“No, but you did say your grandma was from there,” Sam added with a smile.
“I dunno…with my dad being a trucker and a mechanic, and our family being spread out over the south, I guess I just know a lot of people,” she paused. “What?”
“Nothin,’” Dean chuckled shaking his head.
Rickey came back and slid in the booth next to Monte.
“You said you just made a drop in Meridian right?”
“Yup, load of old ‘Vettes…some collector up there.”
“You got anymore loads on the schedule?”
“Not till Aiken, there’s an antique car auction house up there. Why?”
“Well…we didn’t really have a destination to our little road trip. What you say to letting our babies have a break and we riding with you to Aiken?”
Dean perked up.
“Sure, don’t matter to me,” he shrugged. “Be fun to have you along again.”
“Thanks babe, I’m gonna run next door and pick up some drinks for the road…you still living off Dr. Pepper?”
Rickey nodded, “Damn right I am.”
She rolled her eyes with a smile and left to go to the convenience store next door.
Dean excused himself to follow her, finally catching up to her in the candy aisle.
“And when were you gonna ask me about this?”
“What?” she asked grabbing a bag of peanut M&M’s and throwing it at him.
He looked down at the yellow bag in his hand and shrugged following her as she walked to the end of the aisle. “You giving my car a break. That girl’s made for the road.”
She turned to look at him. “You’re joking me. Hi, have we met? I’m Monte, I’m so into cars my nickname came from one,” she said sarcastically, holding out her hand. “Yes, I know she was made for the road Dean, hello, have you not been riding with me in my car. Look, it’s a win-win situation. You and Sam can get some rest in his sleeper cab, we can make it to South Carolina without having to worry about gas or motels or anything, and I get to see my old friend.”
He paid for the snacks as the cashier ringed them up.
“Alright, alright…but only because you know the old guy.”
She smiled, “Rickey rocks and you know it,” she smiled, heading back out the door and into the parking lot.
She loaded her car up first to show Dean how easy it was, and then he slowly took his car up the ramps and onto the truck.
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