The New Road: A Supernatural Fanfic

Backup - WARRENVILLE, ILLINOIS

Staring at my motel ceiling, I sigh and pick up my phone. I really didn't like this idea, but I really didn't have any other choice. After beating my head against the book in front of me a couple of times, I click on my emergency contact: "SW&DW".

Grumbling to myself, I wait for the phone to connect. Have I mentioned this was a bad idea?

When it finally connects, I'm the first one to speak, "Sam Winchester?"

A thoughtful pause, "Yeah... Who's this?"

I smile, "The name is Morgan Jones. Let's just say I'm... a friend of a friend."

There's inaudible talking on the other end. I had to keep this quick if I didn't want the call to be traced.

"Okay...?"

"I'm in Illinois for the weekend and could use your help on a case."

There's a loud shuffle of feet on the other end. I hear the same inaudible voice again.

"Wait... by a case you mean-"

I sigh, "Yes that's exactly what I mean." I pause for dramatic effect, despite having seconds left on the call. "Now I know Dean is listening in on the conversation, so if the both of you could come as soon as possible, that'd be great."

Another shuffle. The same voice.

Now they were just taking too long.

"And why should we have any reason to trust you?"

I smile, "I have pie if you're interested... The address is 27 West, 300 Warrenville Rd. Room 288. See you there."

The light on my phone blinks and I hang up, ending the call. That was too close. I check the call in my history log, almost a minute. Any longer and I would have had to scrap the phone.

---

232 miles away, at the Baymont Inn in Anderson Indiana, two brothers are arguing.

"Well, the lady said pie... I'm in!"

The taller one sighs, "Dean... We have no idea who this person is. For all we know, she could be 50 years old or 15."

"We've gone off less-"

Sam sighs and pinches his nose. Hunters rarely went on hunts together, so since this one was calling they must be in trouble. On the other hand, they could be walking right into a trap.

Dean groans, "Listen, I think this could be a trick as much as the other person, but let's say it's not. All we have to do is walk in, help this hunter, look badass while doing it, and walk out."

"And if it's a trap just like the both of us think?" Sam asks.

"Then we walk in, gank 'em, still look like a badass, and walk out."

Sam rubs his temple, if Dean was this set on going, there was no way that he would win this argument. "Fine. I have a bad feeling about this... but let's go."

Dean cheers, "Free pie, here I come!"

The two brothers start packing.

---

For the second time today, I pick up my phone to make another important phone call. I was careful on the last call, but this next one I would have to be extra careful. Under no circumstance could this next call be traced.

Waiting for the call to connect, I sigh to myself. Once again this was another terrible idea. Two for two today. I really wasn't liking how the day was turning out.

The call connects, "Hey Bobby,"

A grunt from the other end, "Morgan?! What the hell are you thinking ya idjit?! Where the devil are you?!"

I smile, I felt kind of bad not keeping Bobby in the loop with this current case, but if he got any wind of it, he'd drag me back to the junkyard by the hair. "I'm fine Bobby, I'm in Illinois. I won't tell you where... but I'm fine."

He sighs, "Morgan I swear to god if you are working a case by yerself-"

I cut him off, "Don't worry I have some backup. And I'll be fine. It's nothing more than what I could handle. You know that,"

"Yeah, and I also know that you have a terrible sense of judgement!" He barks, "Now you get home right now or-

Sighing, I cut him off, again, "Bobby I'm not coming home till this case is over,"

He groans for the hundredth time, I can basically hear him pinching his nose through the phone, "You persistent little-"

"Bobby!" I laugh.

"You are so grounded when you get home young lady-"

The light flicks on, time was running out.

"Love you too!"

He huffs at me, "You too... Stay safe."

"I will."

I end the call and flop down on my bed. Reminding myself for what felt like the fourteenth time that day, I knew this was a bad idea.

Too late to take it back now.

Moaning, I sit up and walk over to the safe in the closet of the room. Entering the code 11-2-83, the tiny door unlocks and swings open.

Pulling out a small bag, I flick through my multiple ID cards. Boys being boys, the Winchesters would want a beer when they got here, and you can't just stroll into the liquor shop without an ID. They were all fake, of course, I didn't turn 18 for another year or so, but that didn't stop Bobby from getting me a couple.

You kinda needed them in this kind of business.

Ramona Fran, Danielle Marthe, Gracie Parker, Maura Michelle, Genevieve Cortese, Danneel Graul. Over the years I had acquired more than a few. I looked older for my age, so usually, I could pass undetected, but I always kept a couple on me at all times just in case they carded me.

Today I decided to go with Danica Summer. Sounded like a nice name.

Securing it in my wallet, I close the safe and grab my hat and keys.

If I was right, I had just under 4 hours to grab some pie and a case of beer from the store. It might seem like not a lot, but it'll be close without any type of car. I could take a bus, but fares were high right now and I didn't have that much extra cash on me. Not right now at least. Pulling my cap over my eyes, I walk out and make sure to lock my room.

Making my way down the motel steps, I wonder what it's gonna be like meeting the Winchester boys for the first time, and if they were anything like their father.

Let's hope I was wrong.

They liked apple pie, right?