A/N: This is my first fanfic. I don't own anything Supernatural except for my OC, Jonelle. Please review & enjoy.

OF BUTTERFLIES & HUNTING THINGS

She dropped the keys twice before she could click it into place. Jonelle kept looking over her shoulder to the empty street. It's 3am and there's not a soul around but she couldn't shake the eerie feeling that she was being watched. The pickup truck roared into action and she slowly pulled away.

The streets were quiet, except for the stray cat here or there. The moon was full and there was not a cloud in the sky. The truck hiccupped a couple of times and her heart skipped several beats. The thought that this will not work, that she'll be stuck, that he will find her... made her extra anxious for the getaway. Oh but she couldn't allow herself to think about that. She just breathed deeply, put her foot down and quietly made her way out onto the freeway. She didn't dare breathe until the last of the town's lights disappeared in the distance and she could see only road in front of her.

It was her first time driving the truck. She's only ever been a passenger. It was a bit different being the one behind the wheel since it's been a while since she was allowed to drive anything. He made sure of that. She had such limited access. But as the adrenaline kept pumping and every mile was another distance between them, she felt a strange sense of confidence and pushed on. This was also her first attempt at escape. Unsure, she changed gears and the gears reluctantly shifted higher. In her haste to get away, she left her phone, her bags, her misery. All she had was her body and her mind.

She doesn't even know where she cooked up this courage. She failed to recall how she made it down the road, much less how she left the apartment. She just knew she got away while he was still out cold, but for how long? He would surely follow her, he would surely find her. Her heart raced.

ooOoo

"Fuck!" Dave was never a morning person. His head was throbbing as he found himself waking up in a pool of drool. He lay half over the bed, legs on the ground, beer spilled over the carpet. His hands fumbled around to switch off the alarm clock on the phone but all he touched was bedding. He pushed himself up and started rummaging through sheets and blankets until he found the phone under the bed. He glanced around. He was alone. "Jo!" He hollered. No answer. Bitch, he thought to himself. He half fell, half walked into the kitchen. Jo was nowhere in sight. He got hold of some aspirin and downed it with another beer. The kitchen counter caught his eye. The very spot where his keys always lay. He bent down to look on the carpet, but it wasn't there, neither was it next to the front door. He ran to his room and searched through the jacket pockets, but they too came up empty. The keys were gone. He shook his head and ran out the door, down the street to where the truck is parked...but there was no truck. "Bitch!" He threw the beer bottle in the direction of the now empty parking space. She's so getting it this time. He swore, he will not let her get away with it. He raced back inside the apartment and grabbed his jacket and phone and then he grabbed the Harley's keys and he was out the door again.

ooOoo

She doesn't know how long she's been driving. The first rays of sunlight started to peak over the horizon as she drove past the Sioux Falls Welcome sign. She knew she needed to dump the truck and switch to a different mode of transport; perhaps hitchhiking was a good idea. Things were still fairly safe in these parts. Then she remembered she didn't bring anything. No money, no identity. She panicked. She drove past the convenience story, the local bar and the gas station. Checking the fuel gauge, she determined that she could still get a few miles before it would run completely out of gas. But just outside of town, near Singer's Salvage Yard, the pickup truck started making strange noises.

At first she ignored the annoying clack clack clack and drove past the salvage yard, but then a new screeching sound joined in and she had to turn the truck around, driving back to the salvage yard's entrance. Something urged her to go in. It was still early, but she hoped folks up here would be awake already. She thought, maybe she could trade the truck or maybe get the parts she needed. She could maybe get work at the bar and pay it off. She didn't really know what she wanted to do but turned into the yard nonetheless. She followed the maze of cars while the clacking continued and black smoke started to trail behind her. She came to a stop at what looked like a small mechanic shop and a young man of about 20, looked up. She parked the truck and waited for the smoke to dissipate before she cautiously got out.