Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Three

after walking for hours, so about three miles, i had still not been picked up yet. i continued to hook my thumb and all the passing cars. i heard another car coming down the road, and i turned to see a big semi truck coming. i hooked my thumb once again, continuing to walk backwards as i did. the truck just went right past me and i saw the driver give me a dirty look.

i sighed, accepting the fact that nobody was going to pick me up unless they thought i was pretty. but i had no way of making myself look prettier, because all of my things had been stolen. i had my hair in a braid so prevent it from tangling, since i didn't have a comb. yet again i heard another truck coming up the road. i turned to look, and to my surprise, i didn't see a truck, i saw a '67 impala driving at an impossible speed. they had to have been driving at least sixty over the speed limit.  the impala started to slow but didn't stop until half a mile up the road. rolling my eyes, i started for it. but i didn't have to. it started backing up. the impala pulled up short next to me and the door opened, classic rock blaring out the speakers. the driver reached over and turned it down until it was just background noise.

"hi, um," the passenger smiled. "I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean. need a ride?" i looked at Sam and then at Dean. Sam was looking at me waiting for an answer, and Dean was just staring at me. it was obvious he thought i was hot.

"ya. where are y'all headed?" i asked.

"we're heading up to Kansas city." ok wow, closer than i could ever imagine getting with one ride. 

"get in, it's getting dark, and i want to get to a motel on the other side of the next city." Dean said. Sam hopped up to open the back door for me, and i climbed in. I'm not sure what it is, but i feel like i can trust them.. i feel safe with them. i relaxed into the back seat.

"you didn't ever say your name." Sam turned in his seat to look at me.

"oh, sorry, I'm Sara." i grinned, but put a hint of a dangerous glint in my eyes and grin. just to warn them off of thinking of anything bad. Sam obviously saw that hint of danger, because his head tilted just a tad to the right. or his left. whatever. he looked a little confused but continued to smile.

"nice to meet you Sara." he held out his hand, and i shook it. he turned of my hand to get a look at the small tattoo on my right hand. it was the size of a dime, on the muscle right under my thumb. it was a symbol that made it so demons can't possess me. of course that was fake. it was from my favorite show- supernatural. Sam and Dean had gotten their tattoos on their chests and- holey shit. my eyes widened, but Sam didn't notice, too busy examining my tattoo.

Sam looked up at me and i could see the seriousness in his face.

"where did you get this tattoo?" he asked.

"at a tattoo parlor." i retorted, sarcasm dripping off my tongue.

"why did you get it, Sara?"

"what's goin' on?" Dean asked.

"Sara has a non-demon tattoo on her hand." Sam said. "why did you get this?"

"it's on my favorite show." i said, starting to get nervous.

"Ah shit," dean said, his deep voice full of confusion.

"what show." Sam's voice was a little bit calmer, soothing even.

"the tv show supernatural." i said, trying to pull my hand away.

"tv?" he said, perplexed. he let me pull my hand away.

"ya, don't y'all watch tv?" i asked.

"Sara, this is very serious. it might be invading, but where are you going?"

"home." i said cautious. Dean pulled over and got out. he walked around the car, and yanked me out by my arm. he pulled my hand to look at my tattoo. i pulled my hand away, and backed up. he sighed and tried to grab my arm again. my anxiety was now turning into anger, and i backed away, my posture saying back off. he advanced.

"would you just sit still?" he growled. i stayed were i was, but pulled my hand into a fist. he advanced on my again, and i swung. i cracked him right under his eye. he would probably have a black eye later, but i didn't care. i ran. but with my stupid ass legs, i can't run very fast and he advanced quickly. he tackled me and rolled me into the ditch. he pinned me, laying on me while trying to grab my hand.

i used my left and legs and used all of my fence post fixing, hay bale carrying, calf wresting, and boy beating muscles to push all of his two hundred pounds off of me. he rolled away, shocked, and i got up trying to run again. but this time, Sam grabbed me around my torso.

"calm down. he just wants to look at your tattoo." he said, attempting to calm the wild beast within me.

"like hell that's what he was doing." i hissed, and elbowed him in the gut. he was surprised and let go. i raced around to the driver's side of the impala and started it, shifted into first gear, and started away.

"NOT MY BABY!" Dean screamed as he ran and jumped into the back seat. i shifted into second gear, and he fell out. i drove into the city, which wasn't more than five miles, and parked it right on the edge of town where they could plainly see it. i then sat on the sidewalk across from it, hidden in plain sight. i sat and i waited. after an hour, i could see them jogging into town. damn these guys were in shape. now, are they really the Sam and Dean from supernatural? they so look similar to Jenson Ackles and Jared Padalecki...