Renegade

5. Quinn

I'd forgotten just how bumpy being on the road can be, and how stressful. Castiel, John, Carrie, Alex and I were halfway out of Kansas, headed for Missouri, when I decided to strike up a conversation. While the others in the truck had been talking, I'd kept painfully quiet the whole time.

"So why are we going all the way out to north Missouri?" I asked aloud for anyone willing to answer. "Why not stay local? Have you guys already used up Kansas' resources?"

"Actually no." Castiel decided to speak up, breaking the record of words he's spoken to me. "Sam thought it would be wise to venture out for resources while we can, so that if we are ever severely in need of something, we can just go a little ways out to get it."

"Wow." I said, awed again by my bed buddy's geniusness. "Clever Sammy." Cas made an odd grumble in response.

"Anyway," I threw a suspicious glance Cas' way. "Can I see our list?"

"Sure." Alex chimed in, then handed me the list she was charged with keeping. "Castiel, Turn right next chance." She was also put in charge of directions.

"Why aren't I in charge of the map?" I asked, confused why I was in shotgun but without shotgun privileges.

"Because Sam warned me about your skills in direction." Castiel told me from the driver's seat, causing me to make a silent O with my mouth. "Plus, you're good with guns." He gestured to the Winchester rifle, the .22, and the revolver sitting in my lap.

"You got that right." I snarked.

Switching out every four hours, we got to our target city within a day. It wasn't a large city, as we avoided those for obvious Croatoan reasons, but it was sizable enough to have a Walmart and a couple pharmacies. I don't know how they expect to fit a lasting supply of items from the list onto an F150, but I trusted they knew what they were doing.

HA! Did you really believe that?

I was racking my brain for an idea of how we can get a hefty load back to camp, looking over the Walmart shelves for some of the things on our list, when I came up with the perfect plan.

We get cardboard boxes from the hardware store, tape them together, and then load up an eighteen wheeler!

I was so grateful for that CDL class I took thanks to my now dead ex-fiancé.

Searching for the adult toys - where Castiel would surely be - I accidently smashed into someone. "Oh, I am so sorry, are you o-" I cut off, realizing the 'person' I walked into wasn't really a person. It was a Croat. "Shit."

I took off running in the other direction, struggling to get the handgun from my hip holster.

Still running from the surprisingly fast Croatoan affected man, I crashed into Castiel. I hurried to stand up, yanking Castiel's arm off to get him up too. He barely even had time to ask what happened before I shouted at him to run.

We both got to the front doors by the time I got my gun out of its holster, but it was too late. There was a hoard coming our way.

Castiel and I exchanged one knowing look before tearing out of there, headed for the back door. We found John and his wife Alex on our way, but Carrie was nowhere to be found. All four of us reached the back entrance, prepared to leave Carrie if we had to, when she showed up, panting.

"Come. On." She huffed out between breaths. "Let's. Get. Out. Of. Here."

We exited, ready for a possible fight against Croats, but there weren't any in sight. Alex started walking to the right, probably heading for our truck. "Alex." John called. "Hon, where are you going?"