Harley Winchester - Season 1- Supernatural Rewrite

Route 666 (2)

We were back at our motel room. The boys were getting dressed into their FBI suits. I already had.

"I'll say this for her, she's fearless." Sam spoke up putting on his blazer.

I stopped straightening my hair and looked over at them.

"For the most part." I commented then continued trying not to burn myself.

"Yeah Pea, why is she so afraid of you?" Sam asked as Dean turned towards me as well.

"I don't know, maybe I give off that vibe."

They both dropped the question and turned back to the mirror.

Of course I wasn't going to tell Dean I threatened her!

"Bet she kicked your ass a couple of times." Sam continued the previous conversation.

Dean gave Sam a glare as I tried to block them out.

"What's interesting is you guys never really look at each other at the same time, you look at her when she's not looking, she checks you out when you look away, it's just, just an interesting observation, in a, you know, observationally interesting way." Sam lead on.

I rolled my eyes and turned off the straightener. I checked myself out and came to a final conclusion. I should straighten my hair more often!

"You think we might have some more pressing issues here?" Dean sarcastically remarked getting annoyed.

"Hey if I'm hitting a nerve-"

"Oh let's go." Dean mumbled and walked out.

Sam chuckled as we followed.

We walked up to two men eating outside.

"Excuse me, are you Ron Stubbins, friends with Jimmy Anderson?" I asked once we reached them.

"Who are you?" He asked us.

"We're with Mr. Anderson's insurance company, just here to do some I's and cross some T's." Sam lied.

"We were just wondering, had the deceased mentioned any unusual recent experiences?" I asked.

"What do you mean, 'unusual?"

"Well visions, hallucinations."

"It's all part of a medical examination kind of thing." Dean stated.

"What company you say you were with?" The older men asked us.

"All national mutual." Dean replied taking out our paper from his jacket but swiftly putting it back in.

"Tell me, did he ever mention seeing a truck, a big black truck?" He asked the men.

"What the hell you talking about, you even speaking English?"

My god was he starting to get on my nerves, thankfully his friend started speaking.

"This, truck, a big, scary, monster-looking thing?"

"Yeah, actually, I think so."

"Hmm-mm." He hummed.

Bitch the fuck, that's all your saying?

"What?" I asked getting agitated.

"I have heard of a truck like that."

"You have, where?"

"Not where, when."

"Back in the 60's, there was a string of deaths, black men, story goes they disappeared in a big, nasty black truck."