Whirlwind churning, lovers learning
On this path of life we can’t back down, is it wrong?
Widows weeping, babies sleeping
Life becomes the singer and the song, sing along

Oh, it’s a hard road
Carry your own load


Chapter 2.

Sam’s suspicions grew when Dean didn’t ask for directions. The town was off the beaten track, but Dean deftly guided them to the town’s perimeter. "You seem to know your way around."

Dean pulled over, across the street from a barn converted into a garage. “Tom’s not in. He must be on a tow.”

Sam looked from the garage back to his brother. “Who’s Tom?”

“The owner of the Main Street Garage.” Dean stated. He parked the car and removed the keys from the ignition.

“How do you know that?” Sam was exasperated and opened the passenger side door, catching up to his brother.

“It’s on the sign, ‘Main Street Garage, Tom Wilkins, proprietor.” Dean gestured to the sign. “Let’s get a bite to eat at the Diner.”

“Of course, the Diner.” Sam looked up Main Street to try to locate it.

The door jingled as they entered, and the older waitress behind the counter looked up. She smiled and gave a yell. “Dean! Tell me you came back just for the apple pie!”

Sam shrugged his shoulders and mumbled under his breath. “I feel like I am in some strange movie.”

Dean slapped his brother on the back. “Yes, Molly, of course I came back for the apple pie and brought you another customer.”

“Two apple pies coming up,” she said, as they took two seats at the counter. “Have you seen Tom? He could use some help. . .”

Dean shook his head. “I think he’s out on a tow, and we’re not here to stay.” Dean passed the first piece of pie to Sam and winked at Molly, who cut a larger piece for the older Winchester brother. “My brother is a reporter and we heard about what happened at the church.”

“Nice to meet you, Dean’s brother?” Molly placed a piece of pie in front of Sam.

Sam darted a look to his brother. His brother had been distracted by food, and failed to make a proper introduction. “Sam, Dean’s brother, Sam.”

Molly winked at him, and then explained the town’s latest occurrence. “Mikey was a good boy. He’s been away at college, but I didn’t think he would rob anyone-let alone the pastor.
Guess you never know. . .”

The bells on the front door sounded again as some other people walked in and went to one of the available booths. “Honey, I got customers. I’ll talk to you in a bit.” She leaned in close and whispered to Dean. "Pie's on the house, good to see you back."

Sam stared at his brother until Dean faced him. “How does she know you?”

“Passed through here awhile back.” Dean placed a large forkful of pie in his mouth.

Sam noticed that Molly had placed half the pie on Dean’s dish. “She likes you.”

Dean knitted his brows together. “Yeah, it can happen you know-I am a likable guy . . .” Dean had been sitting sideways on the stool so he could watch the main street. He took a swallow of pie and then with mouth full, “Tom just pulled up, let’s go.”

Sam swallowed his last biteful, as Dean took a paper napkin and wrapped the remaining part of his piece in it.


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