((Contains reference to adult situations.))
December 1st, 2012
A few days could make all the difference in some people's lives. These past few days had certainly had quite the impact on Sam Winchester's life. Yes, Hope had returned to the future, and he would not see his sister again until she was born in a few years' time, but there had been other developments. Such as meeting Becky Hoffman and discovering a connection to the Men of Letters in this time period through her; such as being introduced to her uncle Joe who owned the computer shop on the main street and being offered a job virtually then and there; such as having Ayden offer Ares' resources to buy Sam a place to live for himself that he could pay back in his own time.
Becky, too, had been learning a few things over the past days. She had learned about the Winchesters from Sam, a story her father had confirmed without preamble; she had spoken with her grandfather, who had also confirmed that he worked with a man named Henry Winchester. She'd also learned that constant studying paled in comparison to spending time with someone she was genuinely growing fond of, and that even at eighteen, she was prepared to defy her father a little and take a leap of faith with Sam Winchester.
Which was how she came to be huddled on the passenger seat beside him, driving through an ever-worsening snow storm on the way from South Dakota to Kansas, on the road trip he had suggested on their first date. "W-we really should pull over and get a r-room somewhere," she suggested, blowing on her hands. The wool of her gloves warmed up momentarily, but quickly cooled again - she was virtually swaddled head to toe and was still cold. Maybe this weather front had been why her father hadn't been so pleased when she'd told him of her plans.
Had Sam been alone, he wouldn't have thought twice about continuing on, but he had someone else to think about now, someone who was starting to mean more to him than he could have ever predicted or expected. Sam leaned sideways to whack the dashboard with the palm of his hand, hoping that a good whack would get it working. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, wishing he'd taken Ayden up on her offer to borrow her Impala - a pretty apple red convertible that Sam had driven plenty of times in the future, but not once in this time period.
"Bobby swore she was in working order," he remarked, cold enough inside the truck to see his own breath. The snow was coming down in a swirling pattern that was as mesmerizing as it was blinding, and he knew that for their own safety, they were going to have to stop. "We can't just pull over, Becky. We'll freeze out here. There's a town coming up. We should be able to find a room there." He hoped so anyway because if they didn't, he was going to be forced to call for help.
Shivering, Becky tucked her scarf more tightly about her neck, jumping when Sam thumped the dash. The heat had died on them about two hours back, just as the snow began to really settle in for the long haul. "She probably was in full working order before she got all stuffed up with snow," she pointed out, rubbing her cold nose. At least there weren't too many other vehicles on the road, anyway. "Let's hope they have a room to spare." It didn't even occur to her to suggest separate rooms - the way things were going, Sam was going to end up with her fully dressed and pressed tight against him just so she could feel her toes again.
"This was a stupid idea," he murmured to himself. He'd checked the news before they'd left and was sure the storm would miss them. Either the news had been wrong, the storm had taken an unexpected turn, or some bigger, more ominous powers were at work here. Was there a Greek God of Weather" He wasn't quite sure. He didn't think so. "Don't worry, Becky," he told her. "Even if they don't, we'll figure something out. Spend the night in a shelter or church or something."
"If all else fails, I'll shut my eyes and put my fingers in my ears, and you can yell for an Olympian to come and dig us out," she teased him gently, inching a little bit closer on the front seat. "It's fine, Sam, really. And this isn't a stupid idea. It's just bad luck that the storm hit us. You don't have any proof that there's anything else going on but that."
"I don't really believe in bad luck," he told her. And why should he" He'd been at least partially responsible for destroying the Fates. Fate, destiny, luck, whatever you wanted to call it. Like his father before him, he believed in Free Will and in making his own destiny. But this - there was something about this storm that bothered him. It was almost as if someone or something was trying to stop them from reaching Kansas. Whether he believed in luck or not, his windshield wipers chose that moment to die, along with the heat. "Oh, come on!" he grumbled, trying the switch a couple of times to no avail. "You've gotta be kidding me!"
"It's better than believing the whole world is out to get you personally," Becky offered, but the conversation was quickly curtailed by the unhelpful decision of the windscreen wipers to stop working. "You can't drive without a clear screen, it's too dangerous," she said quietly, reluctance radiating from her. "How far ahead is the next town?"
"Not far," he replied, pulling the car to the side of the road and putting the emergency flashers on. Thankfully, his phone was still working, and he took it out to check his GPS and find out exactly where they were. It didn't seem like it had been that long ago that they'd seen a sign letting them know they were nearing the next town, but with the lack of visibility it was hard to tell. "We can probably walk from here," he admitted after a moment, though he dreaded the idea of her tromping through the snow.
With the car pulled over to the side of the road safely, Becky sighed softly, knowing she wasn't going to be able to avoid getting any colder. "Well, walking will at least be warmer than sitting here and freezing," she pointed out. Despite her deep hatred of being cold, she could endure it if there was hope of it ending soon. She uncurled, leaning over into the back seat to grab their bags. "Sooner we get started, the sooner we can warm up somewhere with heating."
"Sorry, Becky," he told her as he slipped the phone back into his jacket pocket. Hopefully, their bad luck would see fit not to let him lose it. There was no point in calling Bobby or his father. They were too far away for them to help. If worse came to worse, he could summon Apollo or Ares for help, but that was a last resort. He reached over to open the glove box and grab the gun he had stashed there and shove it in his jacket while she retrieved their bags.
"Hey." She paused, leaning over to kiss his cheek affectionately, smiling despite their less than ideal circumstances. "Not your fault. You don't control the weather, and you can't convince a car to keep working when it really doesn't want to. We'll be fine." It was as much a promise as a hope, certain as she was that Sam would never let anything bad happen to her. "C'mon, let's get going. If we're very lucky, we might even find a place that has hot water."
December 1st, 2012
A few days could make all the difference in some people's lives. These past few days had certainly had quite the impact on Sam Winchester's life. Yes, Hope had returned to the future, and he would not see his sister again until she was born in a few years' time, but there had been other developments. Such as meeting Becky Hoffman and discovering a connection to the Men of Letters in this time period through her; such as being introduced to her uncle Joe who owned the computer shop on the main street and being offered a job virtually then and there; such as having Ayden offer Ares' resources to buy Sam a place to live for himself that he could pay back in his own time.
Becky, too, had been learning a few things over the past days. She had learned about the Winchesters from Sam, a story her father had confirmed without preamble; she had spoken with her grandfather, who had also confirmed that he worked with a man named Henry Winchester. She'd also learned that constant studying paled in comparison to spending time with someone she was genuinely growing fond of, and that even at eighteen, she was prepared to defy her father a little and take a leap of faith with Sam Winchester.
Which was how she came to be huddled on the passenger seat beside him, driving through an ever-worsening snow storm on the way from South Dakota to Kansas, on the road trip he had suggested on their first date. "W-we really should pull over and get a r-room somewhere," she suggested, blowing on her hands. The wool of her gloves warmed up momentarily, but quickly cooled again - she was virtually swaddled head to toe and was still cold. Maybe this weather front had been why her father hadn't been so pleased when she'd told him of her plans.
Had Sam been alone, he wouldn't have thought twice about continuing on, but he had someone else to think about now, someone who was starting to mean more to him than he could have ever predicted or expected. Sam leaned sideways to whack the dashboard with the palm of his hand, hoping that a good whack would get it working. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, wishing he'd taken Ayden up on her offer to borrow her Impala - a pretty apple red convertible that Sam had driven plenty of times in the future, but not once in this time period.
"Bobby swore she was in working order," he remarked, cold enough inside the truck to see his own breath. The snow was coming down in a swirling pattern that was as mesmerizing as it was blinding, and he knew that for their own safety, they were going to have to stop. "We can't just pull over, Becky. We'll freeze out here. There's a town coming up. We should be able to find a room there." He hoped so anyway because if they didn't, he was going to be forced to call for help.
Shivering, Becky tucked her scarf more tightly about her neck, jumping when Sam thumped the dash. The heat had died on them about two hours back, just as the snow began to really settle in for the long haul. "She probably was in full working order before she got all stuffed up with snow," she pointed out, rubbing her cold nose. At least there weren't too many other vehicles on the road, anyway. "Let's hope they have a room to spare." It didn't even occur to her to suggest separate rooms - the way things were going, Sam was going to end up with her fully dressed and pressed tight against him just so she could feel her toes again.
"This was a stupid idea," he murmured to himself. He'd checked the news before they'd left and was sure the storm would miss them. Either the news had been wrong, the storm had taken an unexpected turn, or some bigger, more ominous powers were at work here. Was there a Greek God of Weather" He wasn't quite sure. He didn't think so. "Don't worry, Becky," he told her. "Even if they don't, we'll figure something out. Spend the night in a shelter or church or something."
"If all else fails, I'll shut my eyes and put my fingers in my ears, and you can yell for an Olympian to come and dig us out," she teased him gently, inching a little bit closer on the front seat. "It's fine, Sam, really. And this isn't a stupid idea. It's just bad luck that the storm hit us. You don't have any proof that there's anything else going on but that."
"I don't really believe in bad luck," he told her. And why should he" He'd been at least partially responsible for destroying the Fates. Fate, destiny, luck, whatever you wanted to call it. Like his father before him, he believed in Free Will and in making his own destiny. But this - there was something about this storm that bothered him. It was almost as if someone or something was trying to stop them from reaching Kansas. Whether he believed in luck or not, his windshield wipers chose that moment to die, along with the heat. "Oh, come on!" he grumbled, trying the switch a couple of times to no avail. "You've gotta be kidding me!"
"It's better than believing the whole world is out to get you personally," Becky offered, but the conversation was quickly curtailed by the unhelpful decision of the windscreen wipers to stop working. "You can't drive without a clear screen, it's too dangerous," she said quietly, reluctance radiating from her. "How far ahead is the next town?"
"Not far," he replied, pulling the car to the side of the road and putting the emergency flashers on. Thankfully, his phone was still working, and he took it out to check his GPS and find out exactly where they were. It didn't seem like it had been that long ago that they'd seen a sign letting them know they were nearing the next town, but with the lack of visibility it was hard to tell. "We can probably walk from here," he admitted after a moment, though he dreaded the idea of her tromping through the snow.
With the car pulled over to the side of the road safely, Becky sighed softly, knowing she wasn't going to be able to avoid getting any colder. "Well, walking will at least be warmer than sitting here and freezing," she pointed out. Despite her deep hatred of being cold, she could endure it if there was hope of it ending soon. She uncurled, leaning over into the back seat to grab their bags. "Sooner we get started, the sooner we can warm up somewhere with heating."
"Sorry, Becky," he told her as he slipped the phone back into his jacket pocket. Hopefully, their bad luck would see fit not to let him lose it. There was no point in calling Bobby or his father. They were too far away for them to help. If worse came to worse, he could summon Apollo or Ares for help, but that was a last resort. He reached over to open the glove box and grab the gun he had stashed there and shove it in his jacket while she retrieved their bags.
"Hey." She paused, leaning over to kiss his cheek affectionately, smiling despite their less than ideal circumstances. "Not your fault. You don't control the weather, and you can't convince a car to keep working when it really doesn't want to. We'll be fine." It was as much a promise as a hope, certain as she was that Sam would never let anything bad happen to her. "C'mon, let's get going. If we're very lucky, we might even find a place that has hot water."