Found - '67 Chevy Impala
Jake hated this part of his job. It happened fairly often when it came to rest stops like this one, but that didn't mean he hated it any less. It always felt -- weird -- breaking into other people's cars. But when he came in to work the day shift the next day and the '67 Chevy was still sitting in the same spot that it had been left when he left work the night before, he knew that he was going to have to do something. Knowing the local ilk, it was probably stolen for some nefarious purpose and then ditched when they wanted to lose the cops -- which should be a crime in and of itself -- but he wasn't going to question it too much and just see if he could find the real owner's name somewhere in the car and give 'em a ring.
He pulled the slim jim out from behind the counter and jimmied the door open, starting to go through the various papers and things -- he had started off going through the glove box, but he stumbled across a box of -- badges? -- and figured that they were left behind by the crime syndicate. He found the registration card, looked at the name for a moment, but the number listed was disconnected. And he was back to square one -- people really needed to learn to update their shit.
It was another few minutes before he stumbled over another piece of paper, one that had the name and number of an 'Alec Winchester.' Hoping that they would be more helpful than the number on the registration, he dialed it and put it to his ear, waiting for some kind of answer. At least this time it was ringing.
Alec was lounging on the porch with a book while Jinx 'tussled' with Blake in the yard, when his phone started to ring. He dropped one hand from his book and felt around on the floor with out looking until he snagged the phone. he flipped it open and held it to his ear with out really paying attention. "Speak to me."
"Yo, dude -- 'sup?" He really hated making these phone calls. "Uh -- is this Alec Winchester?"
"Yep.. . wait why are you calling if you don't already know me?" Now his attention was drawn from his book.
Well, now this was awkward. "Uhh -- do you own a sixty-seven Chevy? Or does someone you know own one? Cuz I found your number in the car and the other one on the registration was disconnected."
"Who is this?" He closed the book with a snap and sat up. "Where are you, and why do you have the car?" He tone was demanding. Not the sort of person you wanted to ignore or put off.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa -- dude. Chillax. My name's Jake Walker, I work in Wawa -- car's been sitting outside the place for over a day now, no one's come to get it, so I'd figured that it might have been jacked than trashed and I should probably find out who the owner is and give 'em a call." He hadn't been expecting the urgent and demanding tone, and to be honest, he may have been a little annoyed. He was doing the guy a frickin' favor, after all. "It's still in one piece from what I can tell, and we can keep it here until you can come get it. Just wanted to know if you knew where your car was. Christ."
"Jesus. It's my Dad's car. It wasn't jacked. Which means he was." He toned down. Pissing off the guy on the other end of the phone would get him nothing. "Did you or another employee see the person driving it?"
"Dude, we might of, but we wouldn't have known it was him. Car was parked around the side of the building, away from the windows. We wouldn't have been able to see him get in or out of it." Which was the truth. Besides, they got so many people during certain times of the day that he barely even remembered the faces half the time. "Look, sorry about your dad. I could call the cops if you want, get 'em started on the search?"
"No, I'll take care of it. Where are you? Like exactly, including state." He was already standing up. Once he had an address They could all get moving and Ruby could beat them all out there. "And exactly how long has she, the car, been there?"
Jake rambled off the address of the rest stop, which was just inside the Colorado border coming from Nebraska. "And I dunno, dude. It was here when I left for my shift yesterday and it was still here when I got here this morning. So at least a day, maybe?"
"Okay. Uh, could you just make sure she's locked and that no one messes with her? We'll be there soon."
"Sure, dude. No problem."
"Thanks for calling." And with that he hung up and pulled himself to his feet, he watched Blake in the far end of the yard for a moment. First thing was to keep the kid out there and away from the termoil that was about to break out. And to do that alec needed some one else to come out and watch him. He stuck his head inside the door. "Can someone come out and keep and eye on Blake?" He didn't care who.
"Yeah, I got it," Jen sighed as she made her way towards the porch, looking over at Alec. "Everything okay?"
"Uh, no. In like a huge ugly way, but I don't want Blake worried you know?" He pulling on the Manticore training hard to keep things calm.
"Yeah, okay," Jen replied, swallowing slightly as she made her way towards the boy in the backyard. "Let me know if you need my help."
"Thanks." he ducked inside then leaving Jinx out with the little boy for now. He stood in the doorway for a moment and then started to dial Sam's number. He wanted Sam and Ruby here so they could sort this all out together.
Gina made her way in a few minutes later, looking at Alec in concern. "What's wrong?"
"The Impala was apparently abandon at a rest area just inside the state line. Been there for 24 hours." Panic and fear rolled under a strong layer of calm.
"Calling Sam?" she asked, switching over from concerned mother to concerned hunter like she was flipping a switch.
"Yeah. I left Jinx outside to keep Blake busy."
Gina nodded slowly, before heading back into the house. "I'll see who I can wrangle together."
Sam was just getting out of the shower when his cell phone rang. He was still moving slow, but he was moving which was a good thing. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he went to pick it up. "Yes Alec?" Because Sam always checks his caller ID before answering the phone to make sure he knows the person on the other end.
"We've got issues and we're down a Winchester. Can you get over here?"
"Down a Winchester as in Dean hasn't gotten back yet or down as in Ben's gone off the deep end and run away to sell his soul to get Anna to wake up?" Because really, both were valid things that could happen. Either way, Sam was reaching for his pants.
"As in I just got a call from a rest stop attendant saying that it had been abandon there for 24 hours. They found my cell number I guess."
"Alec, I'm 5 miles away. I can't read your mind from that far, so I need some details here. What is the 'it' you're talking about?"
"The Impala. She's at a rest stop. Without Dad."
"WHAT?!" Ben and Sam spoke at the same time. Sam from his motel room, and Ben from the staircase. He had felt some weird vibes coming from downstairs and went to check it out, only to come in on that line.
"I'll be there in a few minutes," Sam added, clicking the phone off as he worked to get dressed. "Ruby, pack it up, we're leaving."
Alec closed the phone and turned to look at his brother. "We just can't catch a break." And he so damned tired of it.
Ben made it down the rest of the stairs. "You're serious. Someone nabbed Dad? What the hell?!"
Alec just nodded a little. "Sam's on his way."
"I swear, Alec, we need to find a way to kill these bastards." Ben growled, his voice dangerous a moment. "If they hurt Dad..."
"I'll hunt them down." There is calm conviction behind the words.
"And I'm helping you." Ben's tone matched perfectly.
"We need a map." Alec was keeping the panic of loosing his father again under control by treating this as a mission. Otherwise the hysteria he felt bubbling under the surface would came screaming to the top. And that wouldn't help anyone.
He pulled the slim jim out from behind the counter and jimmied the door open, starting to go through the various papers and things -- he had started off going through the glove box, but he stumbled across a box of -- badges? -- and figured that they were left behind by the crime syndicate. He found the registration card, looked at the name for a moment, but the number listed was disconnected. And he was back to square one -- people really needed to learn to update their shit.
It was another few minutes before he stumbled over another piece of paper, one that had the name and number of an 'Alec Winchester.' Hoping that they would be more helpful than the number on the registration, he dialed it and put it to his ear, waiting for some kind of answer. At least this time it was ringing.
Alec was lounging on the porch with a book while Jinx 'tussled' with Blake in the yard, when his phone started to ring. He dropped one hand from his book and felt around on the floor with out looking until he snagged the phone. he flipped it open and held it to his ear with out really paying attention. "Speak to me."
"Yo, dude -- 'sup?" He really hated making these phone calls. "Uh -- is this Alec Winchester?"
"Yep.. . wait why are you calling if you don't already know me?" Now his attention was drawn from his book.
Well, now this was awkward. "Uhh -- do you own a sixty-seven Chevy? Or does someone you know own one? Cuz I found your number in the car and the other one on the registration was disconnected."
"Who is this?" He closed the book with a snap and sat up. "Where are you, and why do you have the car?" He tone was demanding. Not the sort of person you wanted to ignore or put off.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa -- dude. Chillax. My name's Jake Walker, I work in Wawa -- car's been sitting outside the place for over a day now, no one's come to get it, so I'd figured that it might have been jacked than trashed and I should probably find out who the owner is and give 'em a call." He hadn't been expecting the urgent and demanding tone, and to be honest, he may have been a little annoyed. He was doing the guy a frickin' favor, after all. "It's still in one piece from what I can tell, and we can keep it here until you can come get it. Just wanted to know if you knew where your car was. Christ."
"Jesus. It's my Dad's car. It wasn't jacked. Which means he was." He toned down. Pissing off the guy on the other end of the phone would get him nothing. "Did you or another employee see the person driving it?"
"Dude, we might of, but we wouldn't have known it was him. Car was parked around the side of the building, away from the windows. We wouldn't have been able to see him get in or out of it." Which was the truth. Besides, they got so many people during certain times of the day that he barely even remembered the faces half the time. "Look, sorry about your dad. I could call the cops if you want, get 'em started on the search?"
"No, I'll take care of it. Where are you? Like exactly, including state." He was already standing up. Once he had an address They could all get moving and Ruby could beat them all out there. "And exactly how long has she, the car, been there?"
Jake rambled off the address of the rest stop, which was just inside the Colorado border coming from Nebraska. "And I dunno, dude. It was here when I left for my shift yesterday and it was still here when I got here this morning. So at least a day, maybe?"
"Okay. Uh, could you just make sure she's locked and that no one messes with her? We'll be there soon."
"Sure, dude. No problem."
"Thanks for calling." And with that he hung up and pulled himself to his feet, he watched Blake in the far end of the yard for a moment. First thing was to keep the kid out there and away from the termoil that was about to break out. And to do that alec needed some one else to come out and watch him. He stuck his head inside the door. "Can someone come out and keep and eye on Blake?" He didn't care who.
"Yeah, I got it," Jen sighed as she made her way towards the porch, looking over at Alec. "Everything okay?"
"Uh, no. In like a huge ugly way, but I don't want Blake worried you know?" He pulling on the Manticore training hard to keep things calm.
"Yeah, okay," Jen replied, swallowing slightly as she made her way towards the boy in the backyard. "Let me know if you need my help."
"Thanks." he ducked inside then leaving Jinx out with the little boy for now. He stood in the doorway for a moment and then started to dial Sam's number. He wanted Sam and Ruby here so they could sort this all out together.
Gina made her way in a few minutes later, looking at Alec in concern. "What's wrong?"
"The Impala was apparently abandon at a rest area just inside the state line. Been there for 24 hours." Panic and fear rolled under a strong layer of calm.
"Calling Sam?" she asked, switching over from concerned mother to concerned hunter like she was flipping a switch.
"Yeah. I left Jinx outside to keep Blake busy."
Gina nodded slowly, before heading back into the house. "I'll see who I can wrangle together."
Sam was just getting out of the shower when his cell phone rang. He was still moving slow, but he was moving which was a good thing. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he went to pick it up. "Yes Alec?" Because Sam always checks his caller ID before answering the phone to make sure he knows the person on the other end.
"We've got issues and we're down a Winchester. Can you get over here?"
"Down a Winchester as in Dean hasn't gotten back yet or down as in Ben's gone off the deep end and run away to sell his soul to get Anna to wake up?" Because really, both were valid things that could happen. Either way, Sam was reaching for his pants.
"As in I just got a call from a rest stop attendant saying that it had been abandon there for 24 hours. They found my cell number I guess."
"Alec, I'm 5 miles away. I can't read your mind from that far, so I need some details here. What is the 'it' you're talking about?"
"The Impala. She's at a rest stop. Without Dad."
"WHAT?!" Ben and Sam spoke at the same time. Sam from his motel room, and Ben from the staircase. He had felt some weird vibes coming from downstairs and went to check it out, only to come in on that line.
"I'll be there in a few minutes," Sam added, clicking the phone off as he worked to get dressed. "Ruby, pack it up, we're leaving."
Alec closed the phone and turned to look at his brother. "We just can't catch a break." And he so damned tired of it.
Ben made it down the rest of the stairs. "You're serious. Someone nabbed Dad? What the hell?!"
Alec just nodded a little. "Sam's on his way."
"I swear, Alec, we need to find a way to kill these bastards." Ben growled, his voice dangerous a moment. "If they hurt Dad..."
"I'll hunt them down." There is calm conviction behind the words.
"And I'm helping you." Ben's tone matched perfectly.
"We need a map." Alec was keeping the panic of loosing his father again under control by treating this as a mission. Otherwise the hysteria he felt bubbling under the surface would came screaming to the top. And that wouldn't help anyone.