You Are A What

Chapter 37~ Hell or High Water.

Chapter 37

Taylor's POV

"I am hungry." I groan from the backseat. We have been on the road for the past few weeks non-stop. I am tired of the road. I just wanna stop a motel and pass out. "We can stop at a diner pretty soon." Dean says. "I haven't been on a food hunt in forever. Like my food senses are tingling." I say poking my stomach. "I think that is just it growling." Arianna laughs. I don't think it is my stomach growling. Actually I feel like something bad is going to happen. Not to me personally. Just everything feels odd. "Here we are." Dean says. Looking out the window into the night I see Sunnyside diner. "Woot! Food hunt!" I say opening the door excitedly. "Remember the extra onions this time, alright?" Dean says to Sam who sighs. I scrunch my nose up at the thought. Ew. "Dude, we're the ones who will be riding with you and your extra onions." Sam says frowning shutting the door. "Get me some pie!" Dean calls to us. Arianna stays in the car after insisting that she wasn't hungry. Her loss. Following Sam we walk to the door. "Here or to go?" The waitress ask. "To go." Sam says getting out the money Dean gave him. "Uh, can I have a bacon cheese burger extra onions; and a slice of pie." He looks to me. "Hmm. I want-" Then the electric goes out and the country music that was playing is staticky. A warm sensation goes through my body, a drowsy sensation settling in my feet. "Sam!" I say as I fall to the floor. Through blurred vision I can see piercing yellow eyes. "No." I mutter then it all goes dark.

Third person's POV

Dean is sitting in the car with Arianna. Looking at the radio static starts cutting through the music. Turning the knobs doesn't help, it turns completely off. Looking up the diner is dark. No Sam. No Taylor. "Dean?" Arianna ask looking to it. Getting out of the car they both run into the diner. It is dark and blood is puddled around the employees and customers. The eerie sound of music is all there is. "Sam? Taylor?" Dean yells into the diner gun in hand. Arianna stands behind him in a similar stance. Dean walks around the bodies. All of them are dead; throats slit. "Dean." Arianna whispers nodding to a back door. Pushing it open he looks out the opening. "Sam? Taylor?" He yells again. No answer. Closing it he notices a powdery substance around the edge. "That's-" He cut her off. "Sulfur." Dean whispers. Feeling panic run through both of them they run out of the diner. "Sam! Sammy! Taylor!" Dean yells into the dark. Arianna has tears in her eyes. Dean looks to her sadly. Both retreat to the Impala quickly. Where is Sam and Taylor?

Taylor's POV

"Taylor." Who is that? "Taylor!" Some one is shaking me. Prying open my eyes I see Sam leaned over top of me with a worried look. "What? Simba?" I ask groggily. Wiggly all my limbs, I prop myself on my elbow. "Are you okay?" He ask. "I think so." I say looking at myself then my surroundings. "Where the heck are we?" I ask. Sam stands up offering me a hand. "I am not sure. I just woke up a minute ago." He says looking abandoned buildings and such. Taking his hand I pull myself of the ground, whilst dusting off my jeans. "One thing is for sure." I say. "What?" He ask. "We are not in Kansas anymore Toto." I say doing a 360 turn looking at the abandoned town like area.

We are walking around the unknown location where we somehow ended up, which is also unknown. All this shiz is unknown and it is messing with my brain. "No service." Sam says shutting his phone and putting it in his jean pocket. "Well, I just got done checking the doors and unfortunately everything is locked up tight." I sigh crossing my arms. Then there is a creaking noise near us. Grabbing the closest thing to me which happen to be a tree limb, by the way if I had forgot to mention it you know how it is, our weapons are gone. Sam is better equipped with a wooden board. Out of the corner a guy walks out; Sam stops mid-swing of obliterating this dudes face and says "Andy?" Wait back up the gravy train. "Sam! What are you doing here?" He ask startled. "I don't know." Sam replies lowering the board. "Whoa, wait a minute her folks. Yeah, my name is Taylor. Not sure if you remember me or not but who the eff is this guy?!" I exclaim. Sam looks not surprised at all by my outlandish behavior but this other individual is that has been announced as Andy may be a little terrified. Hey, can you really blame him? A wild unicorn appears in a mysterious place asking 'who the eff you are' can be a little frightening. "This is Andy. You didn't work the case with us. You and Arianna were training." Oh I see, said the blind man. "Oh my log. You're the guy with the thing like us." I say pointing in realization. "Yeah, I guess so; but do you guys know where we are?!" He ask freaking out again. "Calm you nipples, dude." He looks at me strange then starts yelling again. "Calm down! I just woke up in Frontierland and you want me to 'calm my nipples'." I don't mean to sound insensitive, but when a man is yelling about calming his nipples; I can't help but laugh. Sam gives me a somewhat like 'Really?' face then looks back to Andy. "What is the last thing you remember?" Sam ask. " Honestly? My fourth bong load. It was weird. All of a sudden, there was this really intense smell. Like, uh..." He trails off like he was trying to remember. This might take a while. "Was it sulfur?" I ask. "How did you know that?" Really. Is he asking me that? "I just am intelligent unicorn. Obviously, in order to hunt you gotta know stuff." I say leaning on a less than sturdy pole. "Dean." Sam mutters. Crap. Arianna and Dean. "Is your- brother here?" Andy ask. "I don't know. I don't know if-" Sam is cut off by a woman screaming in the distance. Going in the direction of the sound. The screams are coming from a wooden building. "Hello?" Sam ask frantically. Always with the manners Simba. "Salutations." I say. "Help me!" She screams. "Hold on." Sam looks around on the ground and spots a good size rock. Picking it up he smashes it on the padlock, it breaks off and guess what comes bursting out the door. A giraffe. Nope, Ava Wilson. "Ava?" Simba and I say at the same time. "Oh my God! Sam!" She says bursting into to tears hugging him. "I gather you know her." Andy ask looking at the sobbing female and to me. "Yeah. Who don't know is what you should be asking." I say crossing my arms. "Ava, have you been here the whole time?" Sam ask. We had searched for the girl for weeks, only to find her taking some time off to revisit western town? "What? Whole time? I only woke up here like a half an hour ago." She says. Say what? "Well, you have been missing for five months. We have been looking for you everywhere." Sam tells her. She looks at me then to Sam. "That's impossible. I just saw you two days ago." She swears. "Uh, I don't know if you are a addict like this bottle cap or what but your internal clock must be way off." I say. Andy shrugs, takes the name, and does not reject the idea of him being an addict. "But... that makes no sense. That's not-oh my God! My fiancée, Brady! If I've been missing for that long, he must be freaking out!" She exclaims. Well. This is awkward. "Hello? Anyone here?" A man's voice calls. "Maybe their is more than four." Sam says. Walking to the other side of the building a black man and a blonde haired girl is standing there. "Hello? Hey, are you alright?" Sam ask them. "Yeah I think so." The man answers. "I'm Sam." The man looks among us. "I'm Jake." He replies. "Lilly." The girl supplies. I sigh. "I am Taylor. Feels like the first day of school." I mutter the last part. "Is there anymore of you?" Sam ask. "Naw." Jake answers. "How did we even get here? A minute ago, I was in San Diego." Lilly says sounding freaked out. "If it makes you feel any better, I went to sleep last night in Afghanistan." Jake says. He is wearing army attire. Well, that is kind of appropriate. The yellow eyed demon is wanting us to lead a Hell army of demons. Sam has stitched together the pieces by now, right? It did help that I saw the sickening yellow eyes before being brought here. " Let me take a wild guess; you two are both twenty-three? We all are. And we all have abilities." I frown. "Excuse me I am nineteen." I say snorting. "That's right." Sam says looking down. "What?" Jake ask. "It started a little over a year ago? You found you could do things? Things you didn't think were possible?" They both nod.
"Taylor and I have visions. We see things before they happen." I nod. "I do too." Ava says. " Yeah, and I can put thoughts into people's heads. Like, make them do stuff. But don't worry, it, I don't think it works on you guys. Oh, but get this -- I've been practicing. Training my brain, like meditation. So now, it's not just thoughts I can beam out, but images, too. Like, anything I want. Bam! People, they see it. This one guy I know - total d*ck, right? I used it on him; gay porn. All hours of the day." I laugh "It was just like ... you should have seen the look on his face." Andy trails off realizing everyone was looking at him disgusted, except me. I nudge him and we high five. "So, you go, "Simon says give me your wallet", and they do? " Lilly says."You have visions? That's great! I'd kill for something like that." She exclaims looking at Sam. "Lilly, listen it is okay-" She cuts Simba off. " No. It's not. I touch people? Their hearts stop. I can barely leave my house. My life's not exactly improved. So, screw you. I just wanna go home." She says crossing her arms. Rude. "Listen here you little pest, you are the not the only one wanting to go home so you know what? Screw you." I say annoyed by her presence. "You know what, don't talk to me like that, not right-" Sam steps in front of me. "Move Simba so I can rip her flesh, from her skeleton." I say glaring at her. "Hey, guys, please. Look, whether we like it or not, we're all here, and so we all have to deal with this." Sam says. Oh Simba, the peacemaker. "Who brought us here?" Andy ask. "It less of 'who' and more 'what'." Sam replies. "What do you mean?" Ava ask. "What Simba is trying to say is that a demon brought us here." I say looking at my nail that got chipped in the process of being brought here. The white crayon AKA Lilly snorts. I always thought she was a pig.