The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

Page count: 10

Ellen looked up from her conversation with Sam when her daughter appeared from behind the bar with a jacket on, car keys in her hand and a small bag slung over her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes, and Sam did the same when he looked up.

"Where are you going?" She asked her daughter.

"Just to get some groceries, we're out of milk and bread, and I want some cookies and ice-cream. I thought I'd head over to the store now before it closes."

"It's still early," Ellen said, looking up at the clock over the bar.

"Jefferson's closing the store early tonight, last time I saw him he mentioned something about going to his Grandson's soccer game."

Ellen narrowed her eyes further. "What were you going for again?"

"Milk, bread, eggs and cereal."

"You said you were going for cookies and ice-cream."

"I am, but we need eggs and cereal, too," Jo shrugged. "I won't be gone long, see you later," she said, walking out of the door.

Sam looked to Ellen with a frown on his face; he a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"She's lying, isn't she?"

"Yes," Ellen said, her eyes still held on the door her daughter had just walked through.

"Well, it's been nice seeing you, Ellen, but I better get back to Hermione and Dean. I have no doubt Hermione's complained about being hungry by this point and Dean would've gone to get her something, if I get back in time there might actually be some food left." Ellen snorted. "Dean wasn't kidding when he said she eats more than the both of us combined, and you've witnessed how much food Dean can put away. I've watched her eat two double bacon cheese burgers, fries, onion rings, chicken wings, more fries, and to top that off, two slices of pie, and that was just in one sitting!"

Ellen snorted once more and Sam shook his head.

"Right, I better go, we'll come back tomorrow before we leave."

Sam stood up and removed his jacket from the back of his chair and he slipped it on. He put his hands into his pockets with the intention to pull out the car keys, only his pockets were empty.

Sam frowned, before his eyes scanned the table and floor, thinking that maybe they'd fallen out.

"What are you doing?" Ellen asked.

"The car keys, I can't find them."

"Where'd you last have them?"

"I could've sworn I put them in my pocket and now they're gone."

Ellen and Sam looked at each other, before the pieces fell into place and the light bulb went off.

"I went to the bathroom," he said.

"And I answered the phone."

"Jo was alone with my jacket. She's not gone to get groceries," he said, feeling dread fill him.

"She's gone to Dean." Ellen quickly stood up and darted out of the room, before returning with a jacket in hand and a set of car keys, which she threw at Sam. "You're driving, you're still under the limit; I'm not."

They both made their way out to Ellen's truck and hopped in.

"How does she even know where we're staying?" Sam asked.

"There's only two motels within miles of The Roadhouse, it won't take her long to discover which one it is."

"If she harms Hermione, Dean will kill her, you know that right?"