Hello my readers! So I am back with another story. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Title: Beneath The Waves

By: bluebutterfly2006

Genre: Romance, Mystery, Suspense, Drama.

Rated: M

Warning: Sexual Content!

Fandoms: TV Show, Supernatural

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Recap Of Summary: Someone has murdered Missy's sister in hard cold blood. Now, she is in search of who is responsible. Missy must join in a place where she only imagine in ways of being apart of.

Missy comes across two very attractive men; hunters. Can and will they possibly help her? Or is she in over her head? What else will she find on her journey? What secrets will be unfold?

Beneath The Waves

By bluebutterfly2006

*Chapter 1*

Sam and Dean had arrived at the dock. Where an anonymous tip was given to them that something very abnormal had happened there. Dean put the Impala in parked. Then, he glanced over at his brother, Sam.

"You ready?" Dean asked, as he checked his gun.

"Yep." Sam answered, as he mocked Dean's man oeuvre, but with his gun.

They both exited the car, and headed out.

Missy noticed the setting sun. Darkness would soon appeared. She needed to find a safe place. She felt weak, dried out, disorient, and mostly lost.

'Where am I?' She thought to herself.

Missy tried to raised up, but couldn't, for a sudden burst of pain underneath her ribs ceased her. In a flash, she remembered what happened. Missy had ran away from the person that had stabbed her. Next, she had climbed into this rowing boat to hide.

Missy had found the person responiable for her sister's tragic death. She had made the mistake by confronting the person in her maid form; instead in her human figure. Now, the killer would be looking for her underwater as well.

"DAMN IT!" She swore to herself.

Suddenly, Missy heard noises. It was like some kind of motor, followed by doors slamming shut. Missy glanced down at herself in nothing, but her tail and her clam bra.

"Shit!" Missy said between clenth teeth.

She quickly searched for a cover up, but found nothing on the boat. Then, Missy glimpsed on top of the landing pier. There laid an old sail cover, she instantly grabbed it. In doing so, made her winced and it also created a splashing movement. Missy rapidly wrapped it around herself. She checked her tail, it still some what visible with the extra-so clothing.

"OH- NOOO!" Missy whispered, as she continued to dry her tail in a zippy motion. Just knowing, it was too late to head back into the water.

"What the hell?" Sam asked as he looked at Dean, and wondered if they both saw the same thing.

In a swift run, they preceded to the end of the dock. The view before them was an old fishing boat with a confused, scared, half-clothed woman inside. Dean spotted her first and tapped on Sam's shoulder for him to see . It was clearly the woman had been through something; tis a mystery of what.

Dean jumped into the small boat, catching himself as it rocked backwards and forwards.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Dean cursed outloud.

The woman stared at him, while the boat came to a hault and he gave up his hands as defeat.

"You alright, Mis?" Dean asked.

Missy nodded, "Yes." Their eyes locked at one another. Neither one didn't know why the other was entranced by the other.

Dean acknowledged her wet long brunnette hair, hazel eyes, plumb red lips and a frightened smile.

Missy didn't know who this man was, or if he was connected to the murder. She would have to be careful, but his handsome face and deep hazel green eyes captive her. She noticed his short style hair, unshaven patches on his cheeks and neck. The man wore a light jacket, blue jeans and boots.

Meanwhile, Sam was waiting and looked at the sides of the docks. He did a double take at the water, there was a trail of red substance floating on the surface. It was very noticeable at first, but it began to vanished.

"What's your name?" Dean asked the woman.

"Missy. Yours?" Missy questioned.

"Dean. Here, let me help you." He said, and before Missy could stopped him. Dean had pulled her up in his strong arms, not knowing her injury. Missy cried out and slumped over in his arms.

"Missy, what's the matter? Did I hurt you?" Dean inquired, worried.

"Oh, you didn't. It's...Well..-" Missy spoke in a raspy voice.

Missy placed a hand on her wound, which Dean followed her motion. He took her hand off to see blood still soaking through her type of clothing she wore. 'She might need stitches! This woman needs his-their help!' Dean thought.

Missy wanted to brush away his hand and tell him to leave her alone, but their was just something about him, his touch. She didn't know how, but she knew she could trust him. Missy glazed up at him, as he return to her a concerned expression.

"It'll be okay." Dean said softly and calmy. Next, he shouted, "SAM!"

As his name being called out, an tall man with much longer hair, and similiar type of clothing as Dean stood before them.

"Missy, this is my brother, Sam. Sam this is Missy. She needs our help."

"Nice to meet you!" Sam replied to her as she nodded back to him.

"Missy is hurt and needs medical help!" Dean said, as he lifted her up, carefully. So, she could placed her footing on the board's edge. Sam escorted her with gentleness, until she could retrieve her balance. By putting one pressure to each foot, which shown was hard for her do.

"You sure, you can walk?" Dean asked, as he then caught himself from jumping up from the boat.

"Yeah." Missy replied, husky.

Missy hesitated at times while in Sam's hold as they continue to step away. Yeah, she'd walked on shore before, but never in the arms of a human man. Soon, they came to a long, black shiny car, where Sam rested her at the hood.

Dean at this time had opened the back door to the driver's side.

Sam shook his head in displeased. He went to the passenger door, opened it. Next, Sam guided Missy there and very easily let her sit down in the car.

"What?" Dean asked, puzzled and seen the slight glare from Sam as he took the door from Dean's hold, seated and closed the door.

Once everyone was inside, Sam asked. " Dean, if Missy is hurt then she needs to go to the hospital!"

Missy's eyes widened and panic flooded her. She had to same something. In a hasty tone, "NOOO!"

The Boys looked at her with befuddlement.

"I- mean. Please, no. It's just a scratch. No need for a hospital visit." Missy said, as she corrected herself.

"Oh okay?! Back to the Bunker then." Dean replied, addle. Thereafter, he maintained full focus out in front of him of the paved road ahead.

"Dean, you sure it's safe for-" Sam mentioned.

"Sammy, she's hurt!"

Inside the Impala, the sound of the car was only heard. Missy love that rumble music, some how it calmed her. She wanted to tell these strangers what really happened to her, and about herself. But only time will tell if it be wise to do so.

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