THE VISITOR
by Riama
A/N: Okay, first Supernatural fic for me. This is just some idea I had and decided to give it a try. No beta in this one, sorry. I have written two chapters and a half. Tell me what you think and if you want me to keep posting. Thanks for reading! ;-)
Missouri Mossley was busy getting ready for an inminent visit. She was used to this kind of visitors: she would feel someone was coming days before it actually happened, sometimes even weeks before, so this wasn't new to her.
What was new was the kind of visitor she was expecting this time.
She looked at her watch: 9 p.m. It was getting late.
She made a mental list:
Bedroom upstairs ready: checked.
Everything cleaned: checked.
Clothes for her: checked.
Food: checked.
Calling the Winchesters: maybe later…
She hadn't heard a word from them in a couple of years, not since they visit to Lawrence.
Sure she had heard (and sensed) what had happened to them since then: John's death, Sam's death and his resurrection, Dean's deal, Dean's horrible death and his miraculous return… She still had nightmares from some of that.
And of course she knew something big was going on. Something huge that was beyond her knowledge and abilities.
She knew that something in Sam had changed (and was still changing) and that Dean wasn't the same. She could feel their energies and it scared her big time. She could sense a dark strength growing inside Sam, and something she could only describe as sorrow inside the eldest brother. They needed help and fast, and she hoped that this visit had something to do with that.
Her mental rambling was interrupted by a knock at her door. A weak noise, almost shy.
She took a deep breath and unwrinkled her clothes. Missouri took a last look around and, satisfied with her work, she went to the door and opened it.
Outside there was a woman. Long blond hair. Probably in her thirties. She wasn't wearing any clothes and she was shivering from the cold. It was winter and in Kansas that meant cold nights. She looked scared and lost. And all the nervousness Missouri had been feeling before turned immediately into sympathy towards the younger woman.
Smiling in was she was hoping to be comforting, she stepped towards her and, placing an arm around her bare shoulders, she invited her into her home.
- Mary, honey, come in. You must be freezing out there.
Familiar hazel eyes looked at her suspiciously, but she complied anyway.
TO BE CONTINUED?