Happy Birthday to Elizabeth 'Liz' Gillies. Today is her 21st Birthday and I hope she has a blast. In celebration I'm publishing a preview chapter for another story I intend to get going in August. Which mean my other stories will get published that I know you're all eager for me to update (even I have to take a break from time to time to prevent burnout) before I continue with this story.

For my current fans, this is a parallel tie in with Victorious story 'Who Are My Brothers?', but this can be enjoyed without having to read that story or be familiar with any of my other stories.

Starring
Elizabeth 'Liz' Gillies
as
Callista 'Callie' Ross

Cody Christian
as
Henry Dustin 'Dusty' Hale

A Daughter's Salvation
By OneHorseShay

Disclaimer: Don't Own, Don't Sue. For God sakes, Don't sue.
Rating: T Language, Violence, Adult Themes/Content (I'm covering my bases.)
Summary: Callie Ross believes that the universe speaks to her. Perhaps, perhaps not, but what if a higher power did take interest in her before her fateful phone call to Emma and may just help her find salvation instead of the vengeance she craves. A Supernatural/Killing Daddy Crossover with a 'What if?' original character lovechild from a certain hunter and redheaded angel.

Chapter 1

Norm's Roadside Family Diner
Independence, Missouri
Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Henry Dustin 'Dusty' Hale quietly sat at the rectangular table waiting for his food in the out of the way little restaurant in the satellite city to Kansas City. He wasn't hunger, he hadn't been hungry for more than a year and only occasional ate when he saw something that looked good to eat (for his father, it was pie, for him, he couldn't give up his angel food cake) or it would look odd if he was the only person not eating in a group. He didn't have this problem since leaving L.A. nearly two months ago and been traveling on his own, so eating had not been something of concern.

He had literally been traveling all over the world thanks to one of the special gifts his mother had left him through the sheer miracle of his birth. Due to that gift, he could have been literally anywhere on the planet—anywhere in Creation—but here he was in this 'little' town waiting for a sandwich without an explanation even to himself. Perhaps it was because he wanted to get away from Kansas—be 'independent' from it—and wound up in a city outside the city with the same name as the state. He figured he probably saw it on a map at some point in school or on-line or something and subconsciously thought of the town to arrive here.

There weren't many people in the restaurant and with most of them up in age, he stood out being the only teenager at nineteen years old in the room—that and he had a large gash in his black and grey hooded leather jacket running from the top of his right shoulder down a few inches to his chest and a large bloodstain running from the end of the gash to about midway of the abdomen covering part of his jacket. He had gotten a few odd gazes, but no one had said anything.

On Dusty's left and a little further back, stood the serving counter and the African-American cook shouted, "Order up! Philly Cheese Steak!"

The cook looked out a little impatient, not really giving a moment for someone to answer before he smacked the top of the bell in front of him and shouted with the young man's order, "Callie! I said order up! Philly Cheese Steak!"

Dusty overheard a familiar voice call out as the cashier/waitress walked beside him to the counter, but disregard it as him just too emotionally tired and playing tricks on his hearing, "Philly what?"

The young woman brought the plate and sat it down in front of him.

The Southern teenager looked up and was taken aback for a second from not only her familiar appearance, but partially reading her emotional and mental state—hurt, anger, resentment and a longing for someone to truly love and care about her.

The dark brunette with pale skin flirtatiously smiled to him, thinking that she had caught his attention with her looks and she in turn found him quite the attractive young man.

He cleared his throat and returned the smile, but not as easily as he naturally would if he saw a pretty face. "Thank you ma'am."

She nodded then headed back to her place at the checkout counter.

He let his eyes follow her for those few steps until she was blocked by the corner of a wall to a small hallway between the kitchen and her register. He picked up his sandwich and took a bite out of it and contemplated that him winding up here wasn't any accident. He just had to figure out why now. He had a very short list of who could be pulling the string.

A few moments into the waitress named Callie returning to her place behind the register and him taking a few bites into his sandwich, an older man entered the restaurant from the entrance directly in line with Dusty's sight and looked to the lovely cashier. He motioned with his finger to further into the establishment and stated, "Callie, I need to talk to you for a moment."

The dark brunette gave her boss a curious look after sticking her hands in her back jean pockets. Dusty overheard glanced to the pair while he sat his sandwich down on the plate.

Callie caught sight of his look and spared a glance to him before she followed the older man down the short hallway and presumably into an offer.

Dusty heard the man quietly ask the young woman to step inside his office then the door closing behind them. He shut his eyes and overheard their brief conversation then her sudden exit from the office. He heard her rummage through a coat rack to pull a few items off then start on her way out the back of the establishment. He frowned and looked down at his sandwich then muttered in disgust, "Nuts." He took another big bite out of his sandwich then got up from his seat. He pulled a few bills out of his right jacket pocket and threw them down next to his plate before leaving his sandwich and headed towards the back of the establishment.

He ignored the cook shouting that he wasn't allowed in the back and cut through the hallway and out the back while trying to chew the food in his mouth as quickly as possible. He pushed open the back door just as Callie spat in a soft and disgusted voice and she threw the restaurant owner's jacket into the barrel of grease, "Probably have one in the ladies' room too you pervert."

"He probably does," the teenager from both the South East and West Coast muttered without thinking and having finished his morsel. He glanced over his left shoulder for a moment then confirmed, "Yeah, he has one in there."

The dark haired former waitress turned with a mild look of surprise and confusion at the young man's appearance of him standing in the door threshold and holding the door open.

Dusty bashfully remarked, "Sorry, I ah kind of overheard what happened."

She narrowed her gaze on him and commented, "Through a closed door and where you were sitting?"

He shrugged his jacket shoulder covered with dry blood. "I have very good hearing, like creepy good."

The young woman's irritation filtered into her voice towards him and asked, "Whatever… what do you want?"

"I ah… I don't know. I guess I just wanted to offer my sympathies?"

He was telling her the truth, but not all of it as he wanted to know why he had picked the one place to grab something to eat had her as an employee.

An awkward silence fell between the pair, the pale dark haired girl assessing the young man while muscular teenager was wondering why exactly he had followed her out. Dusty cleared his throat, reached into his right jacket pocket and asked, "Do you need a few extra bucks to get by?"

Callie ran her tongue over the front of her top teeth, the same mannerism used by a friend of his back in Los Angeles. She grinned and she asked in a mildly seductive manner, "And what would I have to do to earn them?"

The Los Angeleno immigrant paused and studied her eyes for a moment, assessing her not only with her body language, but looked deeper. His shoulders slumped and answered with a sympathetic tone, "That's not a proposition ma'am, just offering to help. It must be pretty bad if you have to swipe a few dollars from a cash register during your first week on the job."

Her eyes widened for a moment, mildly shocked at the apparent truth that he was able to hear the conversation between her and her former boss. She shook off the mild shock to study his eyes in return and apparently believed that he didn't want more than just wanting to help her out. She muttered and glanced away, "I'm fine."

"Okay." He pulled out his hand from his pocket with a bill and offered it to her with a boyish grin that he had inherited from his father that worked well on the ladies, "Well let me at least give a tip to my very lovely waitress? That's still the polite thing to do."

Callie looked at the bill, studying it for a moment as if it was something that was going to bite her. She finally decided to snatch it and glance to see it was a twenty, far more than any ten or fifteen percent courtesy tip, before sticking it in her coat pocket. She hesitantly muttered, "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

She thumbed over her shoulder and muttered, "I need to go. There's no point in staying around here."

"Right. Take care of yourself."

She threw him a halfhearted smile then walked to a greenish/blue Honda and was about to slip inside when Dusty called out, "Have you had lunch?"

Callie paused and glanced over her shoulder, putting on another curious expression.

He easily continued as finished clearing the threshold of the back door, "I didn't get to finish mine and if you hadn't had your lunch break… I wouldn't mind some company and I'd pay."

She raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was just taking the long way about to try to get into her pants. She pointed out, "I can't exactly go back in there."

"True and that sounds like you haven't had lunch yet, so… do you know some place else we can grab a bite to eat?"

She cocked her head to the right and thought about it for a moment. If he was willing to just hand her a twenty, perhaps she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. "Yeah, I do. You got a ride?"

Dusty cocked his head to the right and admitted with a cocky smile, "Back in California… but I'll pay for gas."

"California? Then how did you get out here? Bus? Walking?"

He grinned and easily answered, "I flew. I got set of wings."

Callie snorted out and cocked her head to the side, "You expect me to just let you in my car because you're a good looking guy?"

Dusty flicked an eyebrow and teasingly retorted, "Your question about whether I had a ride suggests that you were willing to get into my car, so…"

His counterpoint rattled in her mind for a brief few seconds then motioned to the passenger side of the vehicle, "Get in."

Dusty teased, "As long as you promise not to try to take advantage of me."

The pale girl rolled her eyes then slipped inside the driver's side. She called out before she shut the car door, "I'm the one that's supposed to say that."

He quickly walked to the other side and slid into the seat before she decided to leave him. He pulled on the seatbelt over his chest and settled in the seat as she pulled the car onto the road.

They weren't half a mile down the road before she sarcastically remarked, "Of course it's snowing."

He softly smirked at hearing her statement as he would have flippantly remarked in the same manner. "This early snowfall is weird… must be that manmade global warming… I didn't even know it snowed in Missouri."

She threw him a questioning glance with her right eyebrow rising.

He softly chuckled, "Heaven, wouldn't you love to make hundreds of millions of dollars on a hoax?"

She rolled her eyes, wondering why she allowed him to ride shotgun with her. She quickly answered herself by pointing out that he was paying for lunch and he was a handsome guy. She could appreciate a little eye candy from time to time, especially when compared to her slightly—really—unhinged boyfriend. If this guy turned out not to be a bum, perhaps it was time to trade up…

Callie drove for another mile while the pair sat in silence before she remarked, "You know I haven't gotten a name from you yet."

The young man shifted slightly in his seat to look at her and answered with a friendly smile, "Oh, I'm Dusty."

"Dusty?"

"It's Dustin, but the nickname stuck after my second high school."

"Second high school?"

"My dad and I moved from Carolina to L.A. at the end of my freshman year then I went to my third high school."

The mention of a third high school peaked her interest as to why that was the case, but she decided to ask for a small talk piece of information, "So you're not from around here?"

"No. My family is from Kansas, I grew up most of my life in Carolina then been living in L.A. for the last couple of years."

"So why are you out here just bumming?"

Dusty licked his lips then glanced out of the passenger seat window, taking in the snowy small town scenery. "I ah… I recently broke up with my girlfriend and I decided that I needed to get away from it all, so I hit the road to give me a chance to take a fresh assessment of my life and maybe help some people along the way, like a knight-errant."

Callie paused for a moment and keeping most of her attention on the road, understanding the first part, but thinking he was kind of being ridiculous with the latter half. She finally remarked, "Wow, she must have really messed you up to just pick up and leave like that. How long have you been away?"

"We were together for just over a year and I do love her, so yeah it definitely hurts. We broke up about month and a half to two months."

"And you could just do that? Just pick up and leave? You aren't in school or have a job?"

"Well… I'm not in college. It doesn't help me in my future plans, so I could just pick up and leave. I got some savings, so money isn't really an issue at the moment."

"And what are those? Your plans?"

The teenager grinned and teased, "You would think I'm nuts."

She passed the quickest glances to him as to not be too distracted from the falling snow. "Try me."

"I intend to cure every disease known to mankind. I intend to give sight to the blind and make the cripple walk."

She snorted out a laugh that lasted a second or two then softly mocked, "You're right, it does sound nutty, but if you want to be a doctor, I hate to break it to you, but you need to college then medical school."

The brown eyed teenager grinned nearly ear to ear and answered, "I'm not going to be a doctor. It doesn't require me to be one."

The blue eyed girl snorted out a breath and flippantly asked, "Then how to you plan to pull that off?"

"I'm going to fund various medical institutions, other experimental research and treatments and help network doctors from all over the planet."

"Do you know how naïve you sound?"

"Naïve? I would say ambitious, but is it a pie in the sky idea? No. We have Fortune Five Hundred pharmaceutical companies trying to do such a thing, various other institutions researching stem cell research for spinal injuries, so what's stopping me from being the man behind the curtain trying to pull it off? There's plenty of suffering in the world and I would like to do something about it."

She licked her lips and questioned, clearly just playing along with his line of thought, "And how are you going to do that when you're bumming around?"

"Just because I'm riding in a car with a beautiful girl in the middle of a snowfall doesn't mean my plans aren't in motion."

"Rigggghhht," she softly mocked.

Dusty wore a small, soft smile.

Callie wasn't sure how to assess the smile. Was it one of someone slightly crazy… a term that quickly unsettled her stomach… or someone just that confident in himself? If he was the latter, he could be a bit of a narcissist. She decided to turn away from that line of thought and asked, "So, what broke you up with your girlfriend?"

He threw her a glance and she shrugged a shoulder when she saw the look in the corner of her eye. "Hey, you brought it up."

He rolled his eyes then answered in a slightly sour tone, "It was my fault. I'm the bad guy in this situation."

Callie softly smacked her lips and asked with a hint of accusation lacing her voice, "What did you do? Cheat on her?"

He chuckled, "No, I…" His voice dropped a little. "I realized it wasn't going to work out. I thought she could do far better than me. We're not exactly in the same social circles and her parents have kind of turned on me as of late. They think I'm just kind of a bum since graduating high school and my plans are outlandish… they're not even aware of those plans. They think I'm going to start milking off of her if I haven't already and be more or less her 'kept man'. I don't think they've ever been comfortable with me being Protestant and them being Catholic and have no interest in converting."

Callie cocked an eyebrow with the briefest of glances. "Are you leaching off of her?"

"Nope. The only thing I ever took from her was a birthday present and Christmas present and I paid for my own hotel rooms when I'd sometime go out of town with her for a business trip."

"Business trip? What's her job?"

"She's a professional model."

The pale skin girl laughed, "Model?"

He chuckled, "As in a fashion model, product model, that sort of thing, not another type that you might be thinking of."

"Really? Do people know her? Have I ever seen her?"

He knowingly smiled. "Probably."

"Who is she?"

Dusty shook his head with a wide grin. "Nope, you wouldn't believe me and I know you already think I'm kind of out there with my life goals."

Callie lifted a corner of her mouth and threw him a glance, debating whether he was telling the truth. She put off that mental debate for the moment as she saw the dinner just up ahead. The dark haired early twenty something flicked her turn signal then turned the car to the parking lot of a little dinner.

"We're here," she needlessly commented while she pulled the car into a spot and put it into park.

The pair got out of the car and Callie took the lead, but he got one step ahead of her and opened the door for her. She gave him a brief, curious glance then walked inside where he quickly followed her. She walked to the counter and glanced to the menu above and behind the counter. She quickly ordered a hamburger, fries and a coffee. He ordered the same, but with a Pepsi.

Dusty pulled out a few bills from his jacket then handed them to the middle-aged cashier. He slipped the change into an inner pocket of his jacket then the pair waited quietly for half a minute before their order came up. He picked up the tray then they went to find a booth, but briefly stopping by the self-serve drink station to get their drinks.

The duo settled across from one another in the booth, Callie taking a moment to pull off her coat and gloves, but leaving her scarf on. He took a quick sip from his soda then questioned in an easy going manner, "I told you where I was from, so where do you hail from Miss… I guess I'll stick to Callie? Your accent suggests somewhere on the upper East Coast. I'm thinking Jersey."

She finished a sip from her coffee then answered, "Close, I'm from…" The coffee aftertaste in her mouth suddenly tasted sour, but she awkwardly finished, "…I'm from Philadelphia."

He noticed the shift in her demeanor, so he pushed on to try to bring her back to the present, "So what brings you out here?"

The teasing smile that had occasionally played on her face since he started his ride with her faded and a look of bitterness replaced it. He quickly offered, "You don't have to talk about it. We all have our reasons for leaving home."

She bitterly spat before taking another sip of her drink, "Yeah, our reasons…"

Dusty took a quick bit of refuge with a sip of his straw, letting Callie deal with burying her emotions.

Once she looked like she had settled, he asked, "So, any idea what you'll do now that you don't work for that perv?"

Callie stopped midway through picking up a French fry and took a breath, letting her shoulders slump. "I don't know." She glanced out of the window and sniffed with a finger rubbing under her nose for a second. "Look for another job, I guess."

"You asked me about schooling, why aren't you in school? You're how old? Nineteen? Twenty?"

"Just turned twenty one a few months ago and I had my fill of school and I wasn't eager to jump right back into it after graduation and…" Her expression turned into one that one might have if he or she bit into some sour. "…I know that my… father… would try to steer me into something that I didn't want to do since he would get me into the school he wanted and have been paying for it." She rolled her eyes and muttered, "Before I left home he tried to set me up to work for his lawyer when I turned down the school offer."

She turned back to her food and decided to nearly attack her hamburger with a large big, taking the building rage in her chest. She aggressively chewed the bit in her mouth, her eyes not really focusing on anything.

"Ahh, getting away from a controlling father? That's a very good reason to leave home."

She looked back to him and slowly finished chewing what was in her mouth then guardedly replied, "I take it that it isn't that way with your father."

"No it's not. He wants me to be happy and be able to take care of myself. He doesn't particularly care what job I have… except for porn." He shook his head as reiterating his point. "No, he doesn't want me in porn."

Callie snorted out a laugh at how he said that in such a deadpan manner. She teasingly asked after taking a few seconds to eat a fry, "So, you and your dad get along?"

"Yeah, we turned out to have a pretty good relationship."

The lovely pale young woman flicker her eyes between her fries and him then cautiously asked, "What about your mom? Where is she? You haven't mentioned her."

"Heaven, where's yours?"

The dark brunette frowned, his question pricking at her heart then stated flatly, "Heaven."

He nodded. He replied with a somber tone, "Maybe they'll have a conversation with one another at some point if they notice we're talking?"

She locked eyes for a few seconds then nodded. She turned back to her hamburger and the pair silently ate for a few minutes, assessing each other with glances. She washed down a bit of her food then muttered in mild disgust with herself, "I don't know why in the Hell I'm telling you any of this…"

Dusty popped a fry in his mouth and answered while slowly chewing it, "Maybe because I'm willing to listen and it's not to get into your pants?"

Callie narrowed her gaze and replied in a sultry voice, "I still have to see about that."

Dusty smirked and softly mocked, "Don't hold your breath, like I said: I used to be with a model."

The young lady's blue eyes opened wide, taking the comment as nearly a slap to her sexuality. She took a few seconds to recover then sarcastically remarked, "Was she that good in bed?"

"I wouldn't know."

Callie's brow knotted and she leaned back in the booth seat. "What?"

He took a quick sip from Pepsi then answered, "I wouldn't know if she good in bed."

"Wait, you were with her for a year and you two never…"

He slowly shook his head and casually answered, "Nope."

"Why the Hell not?"

The younger one of the pair slightly cocked his head to the left and furled his brow as he asked, "Why the Heaven would we?"

"Because you're boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Yeah, her boyfriend, not her husband."

"Wow… assuming she just didn't turn you down that's pretty old fashion."

"Well, other than the religious consideration with both of us, I figured it was better then following in my father's footsteps in being a manwhore and wait for that right person. Heck, that's how he got me with my mom being just a little smarter than him."

Callie's mouth formed an 'O' shape that threatened to break into a laugh. "Your mom hooked him into a relationship with a pregnancy?"

"No, not really a chance to have a long-term relationship, but having me settled him down and he's a good dad."

She nodded to his explanation then asked, "What if she was the one?"

"If she is… was, then we'd save that for marriage and besides, she's Catholic so… besides premarital sex being a no, no, and so is birth control."

Callie flicked her eyebrows up and remarked, "That could complicate things if you two had a roll in the sack. Sounds like more a pragmatic approach with her."

Dusty shrugged a shoulder then took a quick bit from his burger and a sip of his drink to help wash it down before casually remarking, "So, college… since you've been away from your dad for I'm guessing three years, have you thought about going to one now? Find something you want to do?"

"I haven't, but even if I did that takes money… money I don't have."

He cocked his head to the side and patiently smiled to her. "Callie, the government is practically giving money away for school and if you actually get a real degree, you'll probably get a decent job even in this economy and be able to pay off any debt you wind up in after the fact. There are always cheaper universities and when it comes down to it, it's not what school you graduated, only that you can get the job done."

Callie took another sip from her coffee as she contemplated his words, thinking that he had a point. However, being late September going into October would be a moot point until the beginning of the year, so she turned her focus on something else to discussion. She didn't have anything off hand to talk about to this stranger until she noticed his blood stained jacket. "What happened to your shoulder?"

Dusty turned his head ever so slightly and curiously gazed. "My shoulder?"

She pointed to the right side of his chest and answered, "That big gash into jacket and dry blood run downing it."

He looked to his shoulder and quickly put on an impassive expression. He glanced back to the lovely former waitress and stated in a detached voice, "I got into a fight… he lost."

She half grinned and mocked, "He lost? You're the one that all blooded."

"Perhaps, but I'm still standing on my own two feet and he's the one six feet under."

She blinked and leaned back in the plywood booth seat, thinking he was joking, but after taking several to study his face, she realized he wasn't joking. Her posture stiffened, looking at him in a whole new light. "So you're really running from the cops?"

He took a quick sip from his Pepsi then casually answered, "No, I'm not. It was either him or me."

She remained silent and just studied him for a moment to see if she could tell whether or not he was telling the truth. She thought over the last three years that she learned to read people pretty well, especially with all the men chasing after her willing to take advantage of her in an instant, and what her instincts were telling her about this apparent stray she had found that was he was telling the truth.

The rest of the lunch remained silent, each surprisingly finding some peace in the company.

Callie wrapped her lunch up first then got up from her seat and headed for the ATM at a side wall of the dinner. She typed in her password then printed out a ticket to her account. She tore off the print out from the ATM and saw that she only had sixteen dollars and some change left in her checking account. She turned to head back to the booth, but paused at seeing something in the corner of her right eye. She read the man's jacket that had the word Philadelphia printed on his back then started back to the table with her temporary companion.

She slipped back into the both across from Dusty then took a sip from her drink to finish it off.

He noticed the slightly worrying expression on her face and leaned his head slightly to the right and down and questioned in concern, "Is something wrong?"

She glanced back up with a look like a deer caught in headlights then quickly recovered to answer, "No, everything's fine… you were paying right?"

He quickly nodded his head to reassure her, seeing that she was so distracted that it apparently slipped her mind that he had already paid. "Yeah, absolutely."

"Good." She picked at her remaining French fries to chew one then remarked while glancing out of the window, "Well, I need to be heading back to my place. No point in staying out in this weather. It's bad enough having to drive through it to get home."

"Good luck going through it." He looked out the window as he continued, "I don't have much experience in driving in it myself. Don't have much in Carolina and I've never seen snow in California."

She looked back to him and hesitated for a moment then asked, "Do you need a ride?"

He shook his head. "No, I'll be fine."

She knotted her brow and blinked, thinking his statement was absurd. "Fine? You can't walk in this weather. Are you going to bum a ride off someone else? Where are you staying?"

"I don't have any place. I'm just passing through."

"How long are you going to stay in here? You don't know when the weather will break."

He shrugged his shoulders and wore a nearly goofy grin. "I'll be fine."

She thought about it for a moment while studying his handsome face. He could still be a creep, but just a smarter one with a lot more suave about him. However, he had given her an unnecessary tip and was paying for her lunch, so she might as well offer him some courtesy in return, "It doesn't look like the weather's going to break anytime soon; I know a place you can stay until it clears up enough for you to at least reach a bus station."

Dusty raised a curious eyebrow.

She glanced away and muttered, "Not with me—"

He smirked while interrupting her, "Good, I told you not to try to take advantage of me."

The pale skinned young woman relaxed back in the plywood seat of the booth and softly mocked, "You sure do have a set on you don't you?"

"I know well enough to know that a woman does have a libido and I realized a long time ago that I have my father's looks and charms to be a ladies' man, even if I never had a desire to be one, so why shouldn't I be concern?"

Callie got up from her seat and slipped her arms into her coat sleeves and pulled the article of clothing onto her shoulders. The corner of her mouth curled in a teasing smile while she slightly narrowed gaze on him. "I think I could manage to admit you're… somewhat of a handsome guy." She motioned her head towards the door. "Come on before it gets worst."

He smiled and got up from his seat, taking one last sip from his drink.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed his preview chapter in celebration of Elizabeth's birthday. Set an alert for the next update as I'm not sure when that will be with my other stories in the pipeline. Happy Birthday Elizabeth!