..and grabbed my keys off the rack..
The road began to lighten up as I searched for anything. I was praying that somehow I would see them walking down the road and i could ask them for help or something stupid like that. I was emotionally torn from my MIA mother probably bleeding to death right about now as Bon Jovi played lightly over the thoughts in my mind.
My stomach growled audibly for the fourth time in ten minutes so I decided to stop at the first place that sold hot food. I was miles away from my empty home and I had no idea how to get back. I didn't care what street I drove on, or what town I was currently in. The sign to a small diner in the middle of a very small town displayed onto my right.
I pulled into the almost abandoned parking lot and turned my music off before turning the engine off. I opened the car door and stepped onto the damp ground, as I walked up to the door of the diner I felt dew drops splash over the sides of my flip-flops. I pushed the handle of the door which signaled a bell on the top.
I walked over to the booth in the back which was facing the counter. I was one of the only people there so the waitress instantly walked over to me.
"Is there anything I can get you?" The waitress smiled at me.
She was wearing a white apron over a very plain yellow dress that stopped just below her knees. She was middle-aged with greying hair and a very fake smile plastered on her over-lined lips.
"Just some coffee." I said with a slight yawn.
"Let me know if there is anything else I can get you." She turned away with another smile.
I studied the small lot of cars. I seen a Honda and an impala that I knew I had seen somewhere else. This annoyed me because I just couldn't remember whose it was. The waitress came back with a white mug and a coffee pot, "Anything you like in it?"
"No thank you, black is fine." My voice sounded out softly.
She poured my glass full before turning away again. I watched the steam rise from the mug until it became transparent. I took a long, slow sip from the glass while humming my favorite song of the week until two people walked up to my table. I glanced up and felt coffee dribble down my chin as I internally gasped. It was Sam and Dean, just the people I was looking for.
"What are you doing here?" Dean said to me in a curious whisper.
"I had to go for a long drive, my mom is missing and I think she's hurt really bad or worse.." I got cut off by the sound of the booth seats creaking underneath Dean's weight. "I woke up at three last night and I went downstairs. I heard an ear-splitting scream and it didn't sound like anything I had ever heard before. It came from my mom's room so I ran in there but her window was shattered and blood covered her bed."
"Look.." Dean started.
"Shiloh."
"Look, Shiloh, I'm sure we can find your mother and bring her back to you." Dean tried to comfort me.
"Exactly how are you planning on getting her back to me? All I know is someone took her and she's been bleeding out for hours."
"Err.." Dean bit down on his lip and looked over at his brother.
"All you need to know is we will find your mom. Until then I want you to stay at a hotel room for a couple of days," Sam pulled a few bills out of his pocket and opened his mouth to speak again.
"Look I'm not going to sit back in a hotel waiting for my mom to burst through the door, I want to help. How do you expect me to not even try to find the one person I have left?" My words broke off with a threatening break.
Dean sighed and yelled across the diner, "Lady bring out two slices of cherry pie."
