Not All Who Wander: A Duskwood Fanfic

8- You'll Reap what you've sewn, Darkness

I slept for most of the drive, We had Fifty miles to go.
I yawned as Pantera blaring from the speakers. Dan was singing along to Five Minutes Alone.
The CB Squawked to life with Nemos voice "Little John, I gotta swap driving with Jess I'm beat bro."
The truck slowed, Dan turned down the radio and responded to Nemo "Yeah Captain, I'll wake Boss."

Dan pulled off behind Nemo, I scared him jumping into the front seat "Morning Rock Star."
"Morning Boo, You're gonna have to lead the way." He got out and walked around
"I heard." I told Dan as he opened the passenger door, I slid to the drivers seat adjusting the seat. "Buckle up."
I watched Jess climb back into the cab,Changing the cassette tape I inserted a homemade tape I made ripping music off of CDs & Phil transferred them to Cassette tape with Poke, I loved my tape deck. It always worked.
I put the Bronco in gear and drove off as Freak Like Me by Halestorm started.
I grabbed the cb mic and said "Dodge, keep your nose to my Back door. We got some tight turns coming up for that trailer, Kay?"
"Bronco I can't drive this damn trailer." Jess said quietly her voice crackling with stress; I pulled off the side of the road jamming on the brakes.
Poor Jake landed on the floor with a groan "Hey! Dan What the hell."

"It was YOUR WOMAN!" Dan said sounding Panicked. He had fallen asleep as soon as he buckled in.

"I'm so sorry Babe!" I kissed Jake when he propped himself up on the seat.
Jessy slowed edged in behind me, She was feathering the gas and then locked the brakes up twenty feet from my bumper. She really wasn't going to be able to drive that thing.
"What's going on?" Jake asked
"Nemo and I drove all night, Man we're beat, we're about fifty miles out. Think you can keep the Dodges nose up your Fiancée's Broncos back door?" Dan smiled at his innuendo
"I drove a couple hundred miles with a loaded trailer moving with My Mom."

I rubbed his hand "There's some tight turns one after another, I wouldn't have you tail me on normally but I have a feeling we have to stay Together, both Trucks.

"Understand, I'll see you there." Jake kissed me. Dan let him out the passenger side giving him a forearm handshake we all discussed reading some Arthurian Legends with Uncle Frank who always became frazzled at the subject knowing I'd debate his Religious belief system with Merlin and Morgan Le Fay and the discrepancies between the actual Lore and the sugar coated bastardized version the Great Silver screen, Boob tube and Hollywood has left us with amidst dwindling copies of actual lore. There were fewer Grimms that had the gift than ever, Most remaining Bloodlines like my father's couldn't see the woge, Hell Hunters were facing extinction too, Hell they had even started sugarcoating religous texts in a weak attempt to Pussify and Placate those who questioned the original texts.

Jake honked the horn. Jessy ran up to Dan's door "Bet he Woke Nemo." She said opening the door.

Dan jumped cursing at Jessy in Ukrainian, instead of making Jessy get in the back though Dan decided to give her the front seat.

We sat there for a couple minutes waiting. I knew someone wasn't following my golden rule.
I grabbed the CB mic holding it at arms length I yelled at the top of my lungs "BUCKLE THE FUCK UP."

Hearing Nemo throwing a fit over the trucks engines and the Broncos Radio playing Softly. Dan cursed at me in Ukrainian glaring at me tiredly.
I said flatly making Dan gasp in shock he wasn't the only one who had been learning Ukrainian "Proklyatyy Danielʹ, ya khochu zalyshyty tebe zhyvym. prosto prystebnitʹsya."

"Alright I'm hooked in." He said grabbing my pillow wedging it between his head and his sleeping bag.

"I'm buckled Boss, Can I sleep now?" Nemo pleaded iver the CB, he knew my rule especially when I had an odd feeling driving.
Instead of awnsering I looked to make sure Jessy was buckled in the after Market seat belts, Dad had installed a roll cage in this Bronco, the aftermarket 3 point seat belts were a nice touch but I much preferred My Braum Racing 5 point harnesses in the front seats in Stroker but the Bronco had a split bench, 5 points are for Bucket seats; She was buckled properly so I drive off again.
Jake followed me keeping a little distance so he could stop without kissing my bumper.
I let my thoughts wander;
We had had some near misses because of my stubbornness about seat belts, I remained firm in my belief that most everyone has had or will have that feeling only to find out later if they didn't pause at the door, or go back to make sure the oven was off, or stopped to chat with someone you hadn't seen in years, or Amy other incident that would make one "run late" they would been another name on a Tragically long list of people, Some religous or spiritual folks believed it was Angels or Loved ones watching our backs.
I saw these as Intuitive moments more than signs, only certain people saw the signs before a big tragedy which to me was far different than inherent or inherited intuition or cognitive gift.