Bite The Bullet

No Rest for the Wicked

It's a hot and musky afternoon. Not a single cloud in the sky, the sun radiating scorching beams of sunshine. There sat on the edge of Bobby's junkyard is a busted 87' Chevy Silverado. The dirt and dust had hidden the cars original sleek black coat. It seemed to be a hunk of scrap metal, appearing worthless to the naked eye. The car had no wheels, the drivers door was hanging off its hinges while the drivers door was completely gone. The seats were shredded, the steering wheel was merely a metal disk that someone had used in replacement, the bumpers were bent. The car looked like a lost cause. Jayne on the other hand saw it as a beautiful work in progress. These were all easily fixable parts, the real struggle would be fixing the engine.

She had spun some nice track tires on the car and had Alix help push it closer to the house. Fixing the car was her own personal project. All her parts she added to the car she found in the junkyard or stollen. Smooth black leather seats, polished silver bumpers, a drivers door and a retro steering wheel. Weeks Jayne has been working on the car. She isn't the best maniac but she could get a car up and running if she took her time. If Dean was there the car would be ship shape in no time. The car was improving and becoming almost completely brand new. All she had left to do was finish an over repair of the emission and paint the car in a fresh coat of paint.

Grime and grease are smeared up to her elbows, her fitting grey t-shirt covered in dirt and oil from working beneath the car, and her pants ruined from wiping grease that coated her hands on them.

"Hey, how's it coming along?"

Jayne shimmies out from under the car to see Alix standing above her, her arms crossed as she watches Jayne work.

"Uh, good. I'm almost done actually."

"That's good." A silence fell between them as Jayne sat up and bent her knees to rest her arms.

"Have you found anything yet?"

"No, not recently."

"What about Sam and Dean? Do they need any help? Or maybe they have some jobs we could do."

"No. I haven't heard from them either." Alix sighs and lifts her long dark hair off her neck to cool off from the dry heat. "We could always just go for a drive. Get some food. Do something. It's not often that we have long days off. Having any days off at all for that matter."

"And drive around in one of Bobby's crap cars? I can't stand driving the 1983 golf volkswagen." A disgusted look creeps onto Mariah's face as she thinks of the horrid car. "It's small, brown, and it's clanky. It's a piece of shit, that's what it is."

"Clanky?"

"Yes, clanky."

"But isn't this car clanky and a piece of shit too?"

Jayne looks up at Alix absolutely bewildered. "Hey! Don't be bashing on my truck! I have spent weeks working on her. She is beautiful and runs like a charm. Just wait til I give her a fresh new coat of paint. You'll be eating up your words in no time,"

"You sound exactly like Dean and his Impala when you talk about this car."

"Firstly, she's not a car. She's a truck. Besides, What did you expect? He's the one who's taught me nearly everything I know."

"Well, you should really take a break from the heat." Alix suggests, squinting her bright crystal blue eyes from the harsh sunlight.

"I guess I should take a shower," she admits.

Bobby had been gone. He left on a job with the Winchester brothers. He refused to allow the girls to tag along. He and the boys were going to be gone for awhile and had told them that they were welcome to stay at his place for as long as they needed. The girls had just finished a vampire infestation in Illinois and they haven't found another case since. It was unusual to have little to no supernatural activity. They both had decided to spend some free time at Bobby's until the next job came around.