Supernatural Oneshots

Highway 74'

Highway '74

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It had been a stressful week for Haylee Banks. First, she had to go out of state for an auction, and leave her six year old son with some people she barely knew. Second, she didn't even win the auction. Finally, the winning buyer only beat her by a dollar or two. She wasn't sure what to say to her son, that winter had been a terrible one. The Banks family had lost their buyers, their crops, and worst of all, the father and husband of the house.

The weather must have felt her pain for it began to pour rain, and it continued this for the next ten miles. There hadn't been a patch of rain like this in Maine for years now. The state usually got drizzles, or large storms, this one only steadily poured but gave no signs in lightning. The first thing that shot into Haylee's mind was that Colby, her son, had a fear of storms and one that had been going on for the last thirty minutes wasn't a good idea.

She popped her jaw and continued to focus on the journey home. She scanned the wet pavement for animals, not wanting to hit one. It was for this reason that she managed to see a large pile of clothing beside the road.

It startled her so much that her old Chevy Pickup jerked off the road. She made a large U-turn and headed back to where she could've sworn she saw a human being. Haylee shook her head which convinced herself she only saw an elks remaining, or something more likely than a human.

To her demise, her first instinct was correct. She stepped out of her truck and twisted her head. She couldn't decide if he was drunk, or a hitch hiker, but he looked hurt. From the dim lighting she could see that he had claw marks on the sides of his neck and one large lump forming on the back of his head.

She stared at him for a good while letting her brain's ideas tangle with her common sense. She tried to see him better in the darkness. He had dark hair and freckles dashed across his nose. He looked like his face was strained in anger but this only gave Haylee better reasons to leave him there. She decided against her sense. Haylee hooked his arms under hers and began to haul him into the back of her truck.

It took longer than she wished; it was already one in the morning and her son was informed she would be home by eleven which was obviously not happening. When she had the stranger comfortable in the back seat she got back in the front seat and began driving toward the edge of Maine, where her home was located.

She got home hours later. Colby was waiting for her on the stairs his eyes dropping heavily. When she stepped out of the truck he ran up to her, hugged her, and then took immediate notice to the dark silhouette in the back of the truck.

"Who's that?" He asked. He seemed to cower behind his mother; afraid of the stranger in the vehicle. Colby tightened his grip on his mother's arm, his fingernails digging into her bare skin.

"I don't know." Haylee managed to hide her own fear for not knowing who it is because Colby stopped holding her arm so hard.

Neither of them said anything as Haylee opened the door and the stranger became more visible. It was clear he had been in a large fight, but he still had a beauty that reminded her of her late husband.

"Go to bed, Colby." Haylee stated. She did as she had before to the man, hooking her arms under his and partially dragged him out of the truck.

Colby unwillingly walked inside. Haylee could hear his annoyed footsteps going up the stairs. She couldn't tend to this at the moment, for the reason that she had a particularly large person to get inside the house. She grabbed him from across his shoulders and walked him inside. It was hard to find a room where he could stay. The Banks house had always been small and with that only had two bedrooms, hers and Colby's. He'd need to stay in hers because she highly doubted this stranger could fit in her six year olds bed. Another thing is that her bedroom was on the bottom floor, while Colby's was on top.