Rating: M, because I'm sure that somewhere along the lines my muse will force me to create scenes with violence, profanity and even sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you are familiar with.
Summary: Missouri calls Dean and Sam for help and the boys arrive within a day. Taylor's sister went missing and she's afraid something bad happened. Will they get to Bailey in time or will the boys have to kill her? DeanOFC.
A/N: I wrote this awhile back, then deleted it because I didn't get feedback. I re-read it and fixed some things. Feedback required for an update. Please. And, title subject to change.
Chapter One
Dean was amazed by the power one human could hold. They could either hide it away like his brother or use it to their advantage like Missouri. Although Dean had to admit he was sure damn glad Sam was nothing like her. For some strange reason the woman didn't like him or didn't want to admit that she did. Either way she had the tendency of making him feel like the biggest idiot known to man.
All of these thoughts ran through his head as he steered the Impala down the interstate to Lawrence once again. This time it was Missouri who needed their help. She had called and gave them little information with the 'Get your asses here as soon as possible' line. Dean wasn't too keen on doing so but in the end his heroic side won out and he agreed with Sam to head back home. He wasn't sure how he talked himself into it. He was sure Missouri would come up with every way she possibly could to belittle him, like always.
"You okay?" Sam asked, noticing that Dean gripped the wheel so tight his knuckles were white.
"Yeah, Sammy." He answered, staring down the road and loosening his grip only slightly. "I'm fine."
Sam resigned, knowing that getting his brother to open up was practically impossible. No wonder he couldn't keep a girl. He glanced over at his brother once more, wishing he could figure out why he was so tense when ever Missouri was mentioned. He understood that it was hard for him to head home but it was just Missouri, what was the big deal. She was funny and nice. Granted she picked on Dean most of the time but Sam could see her motherly nature towards him behind the slightly unkind words. She cared for him, she just wished he wasn't such an ass, like everyone wished. At least Sam did anyway.
"Why didn't she tell us what it was she needed help with?" His brother asked, the question directed at no one and not meant to be answered. "I mean, come on. Why the hell call us and tell us to get our asses there now and not tell us what was up?" It was obvious Dean was pissed and he realized now what was making Dean so tense. He hated going into a hunt with no information. He always had this unwritten rule that if they didn't know what was going on, then they didn't check it out. If a person was murdered and it didn't say how, they stayed away. Maybe it was a safety measure or maybe it was just that Dean hated going into something blind folded.
"You want me to drive?" Sam asked, trying to be a good brother. He already knew Dean's answer though.
"Nah, I'm good. Get some sleep. We'll be there by morning." Dean answered, turning his music down a bit. Something he had started doing when Sam fell asleep. It was just a simple brotherly gesture to show he cared without having to say it. Sam gave up once again and rested his head against the window, falling asleep about five minutes later.
Taylor sat in the bay window seat of Missouri's house, wondering when the Winchesters would arrive. She had heard of them, every hunter had. The father was practically a legend and the two sons getting close to it. Missouri told her to look for an old Chevy Impala when she had woken up. Missouri also told her that the oldest wouldn't be happy about coming here to deal with something unknown. She understood why Taylor wanted them to nothing before they got there. Her sister was missing, most likely something evil by now. She'd always been the weaker of the two and never been able to really fight for herself. That's way Taylor was so worried. The boys might not understand that even if her sister was evil, she herself would not be able to kill her, so the Winchesters would help her. If her sister was evil, they'd be the ones to do the killing, not her.
"Don't worry sweetheart." Missouri said as she walked in, reading Taylor's worry. "You can count on these boys. They'll be here and they'll help."
"I know." She said. "I just want my sister back." She looked over at Missouri who gave her a warm smile and handed her a cup of coffee. Missouri had raised her and her sister after the death of their parents. She was a second mother to them and taught them everything they knew about hunting. She also helped Taylor learn to control her power.
Taking a sip of her drink she turned her head just in time to be blinded by headlights. An old, black Chevy had just pulled into the drive. Hope grew inside Taylor and she stood up to get Missouri.
"They're here." She said, poking her head into the kitchen.
"Okay honey." Missouri said. "Why don't you sit in here and I give the boys a heads up on what's going on."
"They'll want to meet me." She said, sitting down.
Missouri turned around and smiled. "I know, I'll come get you when they ask."
Taylor nodded as Missouri left to go answer the knock on the door. She was beginning to shake from the nervousness. Damn her stupid anxiety attacks, she'd been having them on and off since the death of her parents and now they came more often since her sister disappeared.
"It's about time you two got here." Missouri said, opening the door so the boys could come in.
"It's good to see you Missouri." Sam said with a warm smile.
Missouri smiled in return and led them to the living quarters of her house, avoiding the kitchen. "Have a seat." She said as she sat in a chair across from a couch. "I see you've learned some manners." She said to Dean who just smiled flatly in return.
"Why do you need us?" Sam asked, leaning his elbows on his knees and looking at her intensely.
"There's these two girls." She began. "They're the most important people in the world to me, I raised them myself. Taylor and Bailey, they're sisters. One of them has gone missing and the other is afraid that she might not be so human anymore. She knows her limits and that she could never kill her sister if that was the problem. She asked me if I knew anyone who could help her find her sister and if the problem arose, kill her. I mentioned you two and she asked me to give you a call. She'll help you hunt, if her sister is safe then she won't have to worry. If she's not so safe, then you boys have to do the killing." She looked at both of them. "You know the feeling, neither of you could kill one another if it was ever called for, it's a sibling thing."
Dean and Sam sat in silence for a moment before Dean spoke up. "You said their names were Taylor and Bailey. Which one went missing?"
"Bailey did. She's the older of the two, but weaker. She doesn't have the strength or power Taylor has. Never did."
"Where can we find Taylor?" He asked, slightly surprised to hear that the older one was weaker.
"In the kitchen." Missouri answered with a smile and got up to lead the boys in that direction.
Taylor sat in the kitchen, her coffee now cold. She could hear the murmur of voices but she could not make out what they were saying. She didn't like the waiting, part of her wished Missouri had just brought them into the kitchen immediately for her to tell the story. The voices stopped and she could hear footsteps heading towards the kitchen. Her shaking grew slightly worse. They'll help you, she kept telling herself over and over again but it wasn't working. She was going to have an anxiety attack any minute, she had to get out of the kitchen. She quickly got up and headed up the back stairs to the guest room.
Dean, Sam and Missouri all entered the kitchen, it was empty except for a mug of cold coffee.
"Oh dear." Missouri said, glancing towards the back stairs. "She must've had an attack."
"Attack?" Sam asked.
"An anxiety attack. She's been having them since her parents died. I'll be right back. You make yourself comfortable, have some coffee." She said and quickly made her way up the staircase.
Taylor sat on the bed, her breathing coming in short bursts and her body shaking uncontrollably. It could be worse but she still hated it. Missouri came in in a rush and sat down by her.
"Shh." She said. "Match my breathing." She held Taylor to her as she waited for her to calm down. "You want to wait to meet the boys or would you like to come down in a few minutes?"
"A few minutes." Taylor whispered as Missouri coaxed her to lay back on the bed and rest.
"You come down when you're ready." She said softly and left the room.
"I'm sorry about that." Missouri said as she reentered the kitchen.
"Is she okay?" Dean asked, true concern in his voice.
"She'll be fine." She said as she sat down with them. "The attacks have just been coming more often since Bailey's disappearance."
"You said she gets anxiety attacks." Sam mentioned. "Why?"
"The sweetheart worries too much I assume. No one really knows why, not even her. When she was younger the doctors tried medication to prevent them. Things would go well for a few months and then another one would hit so they gave up. The only thing you can do is hold her and have her match your controlled breathing when she has them. Otherwise they'll get so bad they could hurt her." Missouri sighed as she heard moving around upstairs. "This one wasn't bad, just a bit of shaking and uneven breathing. She's had worse, a lot worse."
Shortly after the sounds stopped a young woman descended the stairs. Dean couldn't get his eyes to look away. She was small, about 5'3" with straight hazelnut brown hair and deep, dark brown eyes. This was obviously Taylor and she looked like she didn't feel so well, like she was going to throw up any second.
"Boys, this is Taylor Morsen. Tay, this is Dean and Sam Winchester." Missouri introduced them and the boys both nodded at her. She smiled and took the only seat left, next to Dean and looked at Missouri. "Are you boys going to help her?" Missouri asked, taking one of Taylor's hand in hers.
"Yes." Dean answered for both of them. They hadn't talked it over whether they'd help her out or not but Dean couldn't bring himself to say no to those gorgeous brown eyes. Sam looked at him confusedly and Taylor gave him a warm, relived smile.
"Good." Missouri said. "Because if you didn't I'd fry your asses till you did. I have two extra rooms for you boys, why don't you go get your things while Taylor and I fix up some lunch."
The boys both got up from the table and went out to the Impala.
"Why'd you say yes?" Sam asked as Dean popped open the trunk.
"Because she needs our help." Dean replied, lying.
"That's not why Dean." Sam prodded. "You didn't want to be there, even after you knew why Missouri called us. It's because of Taylor."
"Not it's not." He denied.
"Yeah it is. You're just to afraid to admit it."
