Returning a Favour
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural in any way, shape or form or the Winchesters… unfortunately.
a/n: By the way, guys, I know that there are some generalizations in this story. Just know that before you criticize, I know that you're not all like that, and the purpose of the comments were meant to add humour. So, I'm sorry if it seems like I'm picking on you!
Chapter 1
"So, what did you want to tell me?" Mon asked Mel, as they walked around to the crew after arriving at school.
Mel had had a sense of urgency in her voice when she told Mon that there was something that could have been of significance, and she had to know it asap. Mon had a nagging knot in her stomach because when Mel told her that there was something that she needed to know, it was usually bad or a warning. But nevertheless, it meant an adventure.
"Yes… I had a dream." Mel answered. Mon knew that it was going to get interesting now. Her expression encouraged Mel to continue.
"The Winchesters." Mel elaborated slightly. Mon's eyes grew wide with excitement.
It seemed like ages since they'd spoken to or about them. It seemed like they'd disappeared off the face of the planet. They hadn't called, even though they said that they would. Mon and Mel presumed that they were still in Geelong somewhere, as they hadn't called to say that they'd left. Mon had tried to call Dean's cell the night before, and it had gone to the message bank. She had called Mel, expressing her concern as Dean always answered his phone. Mel had tried to comfort her by telling her that it was nothing, believing this herself. That is, until she had her dream.
"Well…?" Mon enquired. Mel took a deep breath before continuing.
"They had been taken hostage on a houseboat somewhere in Geelong and we'd stumbled across them. It gets a bit hazy after that, but I know that we have to rescue them." Mel explained. Mon thought for moment, slightly disappointed that there wasn't any more information that Mel could provide… at this stage.
"Was there anything, like landmarks to determine where they could possibly be?" Mon asked intelligently. Mel closed her eyes and tried to remember more about the dream. She opened her eyes quickly, a smile spreading across her face.
"Bollards. It was down at the pier at Eastern Beach!" Mel exclaimed excitedly, grasping Mon's shoulders. Now they were getting somewhere.
Eastern Beach was a stone's throw away from their school and the girls could easily walk down on the long weekend, which started the next day, quite conveniently.
The crew had heard the girl's excited screams and had migrated over to them to see what the fuss was about.
"Hey girls. What's happening? What's so exciting?" Mike asked, interested. Jared, Elmo, Tom and Will all stood around, just as intrigued. The girls exchanged glances knowing that they were to continue the conversation later, trying to think of something to say to the curious boys.
"Oh, nothing. Just girly stuff…" Mon smiled. The crew's smiles disappeared with great disappointment.
"We'll tell you when you need to know." Mel said, comfortingly. The crew shrugged and walked away.
Mon shot a puzzled look at Mel.
"When they need to know?" Mon asked, Mel smiling and explaining further.
"They were also in my dream, but I can't remember why or where. They'll be involved, but later. I know that much." Mon didn't like that. She didn't want the boys to be in any danger. They were like her brothers.
The crew all gathered and gossiped about the mystery 'girly stuff' that Mon and Mel were using as a disguise for something much more interesting.
"What'd you think they were really talking about?" Elmo asked the others. The boys shrugged, and tried to enter a state of complex mind that resembled that of a female's; filled with rapidly changing emotions and receptors for good - looking guys and understanding emotions, that the girls experienced all the time. Needless to say, their simple minds; taken up by sport (49), receptors for detecting good - looking girls (50) and understanding girls and their emotions (1), couldn't handle it and nearly overloaded.
"Probably boys." Will decided, his head starting to hurt.
"Nah. They said that they'd tell us when we need to know." Jared explained smartly. Spending thirteen years with Mon had paid off; he knew more about a girl's complicated mind and emotions than the other boys.
Tom clicked his fingers, an idea coming to mind.
"Maybe… they were talking about guys. Maybe they were talking about us and they like one of us or something. They'd tell us when we need to know." He explained, over emphasizing. However, the others didn't notice and agreed with the silly conclusion.
As the bell rang, the girls and the crew joined up, chatting, losing one by one as they walked to their lockers. The girls separated to go to their lockers, having an unspoken agreement that arrangements for the following day would be organised in Home Group, in fourth period.
TBC….