Highway to Hell: Episode Two: "Lookout for Hell"
Episode 2 : Lookout for Hell
Chapter 2: Don't Do That
Chapter Wordcount: 1798
About an hour later Rylee sat on her couch a beer in her hand and her jaw about on the floor.
The story of what happened with Kevin had barely sunk in when the three of them put the icing on the cake and informed her about the werewolves that were apparently lurking in the area.
“This is crazy….”
“That’s what I said, before I started looking for Kev.”
Rylee polished off her beer in two quick gulps.
Sam and Dean shot a look between each other.
“And…” Monte started, glaring at Dean. “He seems to think that when they go out looking for these wolves that I’m gonna stay here with you.”
Rylee busted out into laughter, not stopping until she had tears streaming from her eyes.
“You are one dumb sunavabitch. You obviously haven’t known her that long if you think she’s A: gonna let you push her around like that, and B: let you have all the fun and go out hunting without her.”
Sam laughed at the look on Dean’s defeated face.
Rylee continued to chuckle quietly to herself before she excused herself to go put some meat on the grill. Sam went back to ‘his’ room to take a shower and Dean moved over to sit next to Monte.
She leaned forward and rubbed her eyes.
“You alright?” He asked concerned, rubbing her back with his hand.
“Huh? Yea…I’m sorry I’m being such a bitch. But did you seriously think I was gonna let you and Sam go wandering off into the woods without me?”
He laughed. “No, not really…but I did kinda hope.”
“What is that supposed to mean?!”
“I didn’t mean it like that! I know you’re damn well capable…I just…don’t want you getting hurt.”
“And I don’t want you or Sam getting hurt.”
Despite how he felt about her the touchy-feely stuff still was uncomfortable to him. Dean shifted his weight and leaned back.
Monte smiled slightly, before placing her hand on his knee. Then she also shifted her weight and turned so she could lean her head against his chest.
He smiled and wrapped his arm around her.
After a moment in silence she excused herself and disappeared out the back door, leaving a very confused Dean on the couch.
He waited all of two minutes to see if she would come back in before he shrugged on his leather jacket and followed her out. Almost gasping as he saw the view from the back of the house. There was a huge pristine lake that looked like it came out of a painting, and a small pasture off to the left with six horses grazing on the green grass draped in the last few rays of the sun.
Monte was leaning on the railing that wrapped around the small deck. Dean walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.
She in-turn leaned back against his warm body.
“You sure you’re alright babe?” He whispered.
She nodded. “Yea…everything’s just gonna take a while to really sink in. I think I’m still runnin’ on adrenaline and shock.”
He nodded too and started to place small kisses all over her cheek and jaw line.
She turned within his arms, wrapping her own around his solid abs and back and making the kiss more intimate. When they broke his hazel eyes pierced into hers and he nuzzled her nose affectionately.
She smiled, and for a split second he swore she was almost going to say something. But all she did was hug him tighter until Rylee walked around the corner to tell them that dinner was ready.
After dinner they all sat around the table discussing anything and everything.
“Damn, I haven’t eaten this good in ages.” Sam joked, leaning back in the chair.
“Tell me about it,” Dean jumped in. “Haven’t had a good home cooked meal since we were kids. Been living on fast food and coffee.”
Rylee smiled at Monte.
“Their first meal with me was breakfast cooked by Gladys…and it’s been down-home southern cooking ever since.” Monte smiled.
“Ahh…that explains it.” Rylee laughed.
“Lemme guess,” Dean jumped in. “You’re from Cave Spring?”
“Born and bred.” Rylee smiled.
He just laughed and shook his head.
Monte was the one who had had enough of the friendly shit. They only had a couple days to get things done before the big hunt.
She cleared her throat before she breached the subject.
“Whether you like it or not I’m going with you on that hunt. So, you can either tell me what the hell I need to know, and I can help you. Or you can continue to be stubborn and leave me blind so that I can walk into something that I have no knowledge of, thus leaving me more open to attack.”
Rylee smirked and watched Monte’s speech from the corner of her eye, shifting her gaze to see Dean’s reaction when she finished. That’s it girl, guilt trip ‘em, always works. She laughed in her head.
Dean sighed. Damn her.
“Fine…werewolves don’t JUST hunt humans…but most prefer them. The thing with silver bullets is true…well silver anything really, I mean hell, you could stab ‘em with a silver dinner fork and it’d do the job just as well…”
“If you cut off their head or hang them or something major like that they’re gonna die too.” Sam broke in. “Skinwalkers can also take the appearance of wolves…or any animal for that matter. But the most well known is the Navajos and we’re in the wrong local for that…so we got a pretty good chance that this is the real deal. The ones that once the animal takes over is just that…an animal.”
Dean nodded. “Legend has it that they prefer young children and some say corpses. Corpses I could care less about…hell, recycling. But it’s when they go for the fresh meat that they get caught…”
“The disappearances around here recently…that’s what’s doing it?” Rylee asked. “Werewolves?”
Dean nodded. “We think so…the timeframe fits, with lunar cycles and shit, and the…prey.”
Monte glanced between him and Sam. “Prey?”
Sam bit his lip. “An entire boy scout troop went missing. The only ones found were the chaperones…and all of them had their hearts torn out.”
“Holy shit…great.” Monte hissed.
*Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London” playing in the background”
Rylee quick set up their rooms for them and said goodnight after their talk.
Dean crawled into bed, ready for some good rest after a long day on the road. Monte was standing by the dresser cleaning her guns.
“You can do that tomorrow you know.”
“Or I could do it now.” She shot back.
“Monte…”
She slammed the gun down and stood motionless.
Then he heard one lone sniff.
He quietly walked over to her and turned her around to embrace her in his arms.
He didn’t say anything and she was forever grateful for it. After a moment in silence he steered them both towards the bed where they laid down in the darkness.
“How do you do that?” She whispered into his chest.
“Do what?”
“Make everything else go away.”
“I dunno,” He said, pulling back to look at her. “But I’ll keep doing it if I can.”
She smiled before burying her face into the crook of his shoulder. Both of them slowly drifting to sleep. Dean wondering why she was still tense as he dozed off.
He woke up in the pitch-black darkness and reached out for the warmth of her body only to be jerked back into consciousness when he didn’t find it. His hand shot under his pillow and pulled the pistol waiting there with more ease than he would like to admit.
“Monte?” He ventured into the darkness, only to be met by the silence of the night and the soft chirping of the bugs outside.
He walked over to the bathroom and slammed the light on glancing around the room only to find her jeans that had been sitting on the chair missing…as well as her .38 from the dresser.
“What the hell…” He whispered. Putting down his gun long enough to yank on his own pair of jeans and a pair of boots before walking down the hall.
The soft click of Phoenix’s claws on the kitchen floor met him halfway down the hall.
“Where is she girl?”
Phoenix wagged her tail and trotted over to the door, scratching at it with her paw.
Dean lowered his gun and cocked his head. “Damn…that’s a smart dog.” He whispered.
He walked over to the door and opened it quietly, walking out onto the deck and into the cold air. He scanned the backyard quickly looking for any sign of her. Then he saw a soft glimmer to his left, a light was on in the barn. And then he saw a shadow move as Monte sat perched atop the fence petting one of the horses. He was just about to walk down the steps when he saw her put a halter on the horse, and two lead ropes acting as reins, and jumped on it bareback. The horse didn’t bolt or even startle, just stood quietly till Monte was situated and then began walking when asked to.
Dean stood at the base of the steps watching her ride in the arena. She quickly started doing circles and different figures. He then watched as she asked the horse to trot and then canter. Finally she brought the beast down to a walk as she saw Dean’s figure moving towards the fence.
“You alright?” He whispered.
She nodded. “Yea, couldn’t sleep, had to get out.”
“Don’t do that again.”
“What?”
“Leave like that…you scared the crap out of me.”
She smiled. “Sorry.”
He leaned against the fence and watched as she sat atop the big black gelding.
“I saw you riding…what made you pick this monster?”
“Monster?”
“He’s the biggest one out here…looks like he could drag my car.”
She laughed. “I dunno…always liked the draft breeds.”
He smiled.
“How ‘bout you join me…I was gonna go ride around the lake before I went back inside.”
He chuckled. “I haven’t been on a horse since I was like twelve.”
“So.”
“So, I’m probably gonna fall off and break my neck in like point two seconds.”
She laughed. “Come on you coward.” She said turning the horse around and grabbing a dark bay and haltering him as well.
Dean mumbled something under his breath before climbing on the fence and clumsily getting on as Monte maneuvered the horse close enough.
A few awkward moments, some cuss words and a few not so stifled giggles later Monte led the way out of the gate and towards the lake.
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Chapter 2: Don't Do That
Chapter Wordcount: 1798
About an hour later Rylee sat on her couch a beer in her hand and her jaw about on the floor.
The story of what happened with Kevin had barely sunk in when the three of them put the icing on the cake and informed her about the werewolves that were apparently lurking in the area.
“This is crazy….”
“That’s what I said, before I started looking for Kev.”
Rylee polished off her beer in two quick gulps.
Sam and Dean shot a look between each other.
“And…” Monte started, glaring at Dean. “He seems to think that when they go out looking for these wolves that I’m gonna stay here with you.”
Rylee busted out into laughter, not stopping until she had tears streaming from her eyes.
“You are one dumb sunavabitch. You obviously haven’t known her that long if you think she’s A: gonna let you push her around like that, and B: let you have all the fun and go out hunting without her.”
Sam laughed at the look on Dean’s defeated face.
Rylee continued to chuckle quietly to herself before she excused herself to go put some meat on the grill. Sam went back to ‘his’ room to take a shower and Dean moved over to sit next to Monte.
She leaned forward and rubbed her eyes.
“You alright?” He asked concerned, rubbing her back with his hand.
“Huh? Yea…I’m sorry I’m being such a bitch. But did you seriously think I was gonna let you and Sam go wandering off into the woods without me?”
He laughed. “No, not really…but I did kinda hope.”
“What is that supposed to mean?!”
“I didn’t mean it like that! I know you’re damn well capable…I just…don’t want you getting hurt.”
“And I don’t want you or Sam getting hurt.”
Despite how he felt about her the touchy-feely stuff still was uncomfortable to him. Dean shifted his weight and leaned back.
Monte smiled slightly, before placing her hand on his knee. Then she also shifted her weight and turned so she could lean her head against his chest.
He smiled and wrapped his arm around her.
After a moment in silence she excused herself and disappeared out the back door, leaving a very confused Dean on the couch.
He waited all of two minutes to see if she would come back in before he shrugged on his leather jacket and followed her out. Almost gasping as he saw the view from the back of the house. There was a huge pristine lake that looked like it came out of a painting, and a small pasture off to the left with six horses grazing on the green grass draped in the last few rays of the sun.
Monte was leaning on the railing that wrapped around the small deck. Dean walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.
She in-turn leaned back against his warm body.
“You sure you’re alright babe?” He whispered.
She nodded. “Yea…everything’s just gonna take a while to really sink in. I think I’m still runnin’ on adrenaline and shock.”
He nodded too and started to place small kisses all over her cheek and jaw line.
She turned within his arms, wrapping her own around his solid abs and back and making the kiss more intimate. When they broke his hazel eyes pierced into hers and he nuzzled her nose affectionately.
She smiled, and for a split second he swore she was almost going to say something. But all she did was hug him tighter until Rylee walked around the corner to tell them that dinner was ready.
After dinner they all sat around the table discussing anything and everything.
“Damn, I haven’t eaten this good in ages.” Sam joked, leaning back in the chair.
“Tell me about it,” Dean jumped in. “Haven’t had a good home cooked meal since we were kids. Been living on fast food and coffee.”
Rylee smiled at Monte.
“Their first meal with me was breakfast cooked by Gladys…and it’s been down-home southern cooking ever since.” Monte smiled.
“Ahh…that explains it.” Rylee laughed.
“Lemme guess,” Dean jumped in. “You’re from Cave Spring?”
“Born and bred.” Rylee smiled.
He just laughed and shook his head.
Monte was the one who had had enough of the friendly shit. They only had a couple days to get things done before the big hunt.
She cleared her throat before she breached the subject.
“Whether you like it or not I’m going with you on that hunt. So, you can either tell me what the hell I need to know, and I can help you. Or you can continue to be stubborn and leave me blind so that I can walk into something that I have no knowledge of, thus leaving me more open to attack.”
Rylee smirked and watched Monte’s speech from the corner of her eye, shifting her gaze to see Dean’s reaction when she finished. That’s it girl, guilt trip ‘em, always works. She laughed in her head.
Dean sighed. Damn her.
“Fine…werewolves don’t JUST hunt humans…but most prefer them. The thing with silver bullets is true…well silver anything really, I mean hell, you could stab ‘em with a silver dinner fork and it’d do the job just as well…”
“If you cut off their head or hang them or something major like that they’re gonna die too.” Sam broke in. “Skinwalkers can also take the appearance of wolves…or any animal for that matter. But the most well known is the Navajos and we’re in the wrong local for that…so we got a pretty good chance that this is the real deal. The ones that once the animal takes over is just that…an animal.”
Dean nodded. “Legend has it that they prefer young children and some say corpses. Corpses I could care less about…hell, recycling. But it’s when they go for the fresh meat that they get caught…”
“The disappearances around here recently…that’s what’s doing it?” Rylee asked. “Werewolves?”
Dean nodded. “We think so…the timeframe fits, with lunar cycles and shit, and the…prey.”
Monte glanced between him and Sam. “Prey?”
Sam bit his lip. “An entire boy scout troop went missing. The only ones found were the chaperones…and all of them had their hearts torn out.”
“Holy shit…great.” Monte hissed.
*Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London” playing in the background”
Rylee quick set up their rooms for them and said goodnight after their talk.
Dean crawled into bed, ready for some good rest after a long day on the road. Monte was standing by the dresser cleaning her guns.
“You can do that tomorrow you know.”
“Or I could do it now.” She shot back.
“Monte…”
She slammed the gun down and stood motionless.
Then he heard one lone sniff.
He quietly walked over to her and turned her around to embrace her in his arms.
He didn’t say anything and she was forever grateful for it. After a moment in silence he steered them both towards the bed where they laid down in the darkness.
“How do you do that?” She whispered into his chest.
“Do what?”
“Make everything else go away.”
“I dunno,” He said, pulling back to look at her. “But I’ll keep doing it if I can.”
She smiled before burying her face into the crook of his shoulder. Both of them slowly drifting to sleep. Dean wondering why she was still tense as he dozed off.
He woke up in the pitch-black darkness and reached out for the warmth of her body only to be jerked back into consciousness when he didn’t find it. His hand shot under his pillow and pulled the pistol waiting there with more ease than he would like to admit.
“Monte?” He ventured into the darkness, only to be met by the silence of the night and the soft chirping of the bugs outside.
He walked over to the bathroom and slammed the light on glancing around the room only to find her jeans that had been sitting on the chair missing…as well as her .38 from the dresser.
“What the hell…” He whispered. Putting down his gun long enough to yank on his own pair of jeans and a pair of boots before walking down the hall.
The soft click of Phoenix’s claws on the kitchen floor met him halfway down the hall.
“Where is she girl?”
Phoenix wagged her tail and trotted over to the door, scratching at it with her paw.
Dean lowered his gun and cocked his head. “Damn…that’s a smart dog.” He whispered.
He walked over to the door and opened it quietly, walking out onto the deck and into the cold air. He scanned the backyard quickly looking for any sign of her. Then he saw a soft glimmer to his left, a light was on in the barn. And then he saw a shadow move as Monte sat perched atop the fence petting one of the horses. He was just about to walk down the steps when he saw her put a halter on the horse, and two lead ropes acting as reins, and jumped on it bareback. The horse didn’t bolt or even startle, just stood quietly till Monte was situated and then began walking when asked to.
Dean stood at the base of the steps watching her ride in the arena. She quickly started doing circles and different figures. He then watched as she asked the horse to trot and then canter. Finally she brought the beast down to a walk as she saw Dean’s figure moving towards the fence.
“You alright?” He whispered.
She nodded. “Yea, couldn’t sleep, had to get out.”
“Don’t do that again.”
“What?”
“Leave like that…you scared the crap out of me.”
She smiled. “Sorry.”
He leaned against the fence and watched as she sat atop the big black gelding.
“I saw you riding…what made you pick this monster?”
“Monster?”
“He’s the biggest one out here…looks like he could drag my car.”
She laughed. “I dunno…always liked the draft breeds.”
He smiled.
“How ‘bout you join me…I was gonna go ride around the lake before I went back inside.”
He chuckled. “I haven’t been on a horse since I was like twelve.”
“So.”
“So, I’m probably gonna fall off and break my neck in like point two seconds.”
She laughed. “Come on you coward.” She said turning the horse around and grabbing a dark bay and haltering him as well.
Dean mumbled something under his breath before climbing on the fence and clumsily getting on as Monte maneuvered the horse close enough.
A few awkward moments, some cuss words and a few not so stifled giggles later Monte led the way out of the gate and towards the lake.
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