Trust Me

Why Me?

>>>WARNING<<< : The end of this chapter gets graphic, for those that are faint hearted, please skip it or skip this chapter. You have been warned. Continue reading.

A short ride later, they were parked in the lot of a small, white church across town. Taking deep breaths to calm her nerves, Michelle stepped out of the vehicle and put her cover on. She straightened her uniform and made sure her hair was tucked neatly away like it should be. Nico handed her the state flag, while Joey picked up the American flag and began walking inside. She frowned that he wasn't going to even try to give her a pep talk, and started walking after him.

Nico smiled at her, "Don't worry about him. You'll do fine okay? They're going to all stand up and stare at you, but just keep walking forward and place the flag. Then turn and salute and that's it. We'll be back at the park in no time, I promise."

"If you say so, though telling me everyone's eyes will be on me doesn't help my nerves at all." she smiled back anxiously. 

Once they were in the hallway standing by the open doors, everyone inside the room stood up and turned to face the trio. Nico waved her forward, and she took one last deep breath before beginning her march forward. She took even, steady steps as she'd watched their color guard team do multiple times. Once she got to the front of the room, she made a sharp right in the direction of her flag post and came to a halt in front of it. Placing her flag in it's post, she turned towards Joey and saluted him as he began his march.

After placing his flag, Joey turned to face Michelle and saluted back, signalling her to drop her salute as he turned to walk back out the door. She followed suit, and sure enough they were back in the car minutes after they had left it. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, and Nico gave her the thumbs up with a smile on his face. Turning the car on, he pulled the car out of the lot and took them back to the park on the other side of town.

When they arrived, Michelle looked at her phone to see a missed call from the instructor in charge of all the cadets. Panicking, she called back and waved the guys good bye as she dashed back inside the event area. After a few rings, there was no answer and her heart began to race. She didn't want to get into any trouble, so she went around looking for him while she tried calling his phone again. Michelle was so busy looking side to side she almost ran face first into the man she had been looking for.

Looking up, she apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry I missed your call, I had been helping a fellow cadet with something, is everything alright?"

"Everything is quite alright, young cadet. I merely wanted to check in with everyone to see how they were doing. I'm ecstatic you are helping your fellow cadets, carry on. It's another hour before we need to line up." He saluted.

Saluting back, she dismissed herself and wandered off in the direction of all the fancy, old school cars lined up on one side of the park. They were all so pristine and shiny, she wondered how long it would take to restore one to its mint condition from scratch. Her eyes scanned over the cars before they brightened with delight as the stopped at the sleek, black '67 hardtop impala at the end of one of the rows. Having never seen one up close before, she quickly made her way over to it.

There was a sign on the dash that read, Do Not Touch, Thank You - Owner. She frowned, but obeyed the sign even though all she wanted to do was run her fingers along the shiny paint. Michelle loved to watch Supernatural and to see Dean's car in real life was something she never thought would happen. Though, obviously it wasn't the exact same one as they used in the show, it was the closest she would be able to get to the same one and she was okay with that. 

"She's a beaut ain't she darlin'? Nice to see a young'un interested in a classic ride. How're ya doin' this mornin' darlin'?" An elderly looking gentleman stepped up to the side of the car and beamed over at Michelle.