Chapter 2
Mon opened the door after the doorbell had rung sweetly, echoing throughout her beautiful house. Mel stood, smiling with excitement and she jumped on Mon as she opened the door.
"Hey!" Mon greeted, wrapping her arms around Mel, after regaining balance.
"Hi!" Mel squealed back, squeezing her best friend.
The sun was shining and the weather was perfect. The walk to the beach was quite pleasant… environmentally.
The girls walked to Eastern Beach, butterflies circling ominously in their stomachs. They smiled nervously at each other, and talked very little until they reached the pier.
Mel stopped and took in the view of the empty pier. She frowned.
"This is wrong." Mel said. Mon looked at the empty pier, nodding.
"This is the busiest time at the pier. If there were going to be any boats, then they would be here now." Mon explained disappointedly. She searched the waters for any sign of boats, the sun's rays beaming brightly into her beautiful brown eyes.
No boats were in sight.
"Maybe we should come back tomorrow. You don't know what day it was when we found them… do you?" Mon questioned. Mel shook her head.
"There were at least six boats here and it was some time around now, in the afternoon, but obviously not today. That's all I know." Mel explained. Mon nodded, understanding.
"Well, sleep over at my house tonight. We'll have some Singstar therapy and we can come back again, tomorrow." Mon offered, smiling. Mel agreed and she bit her lip, surveying the water and the pier one last time, before starting to walk back to Mon's house.
"I'm going to try Dean's phone again." Mon decided, dialing his number. Mel listened, intently for any signs of conversation on the other end of the line.
MEANWHILE ON A HOUSEBOAT…
Sam and Dean sat helplessly, tied to chairs below deck on a houseboat. The boat was quite nice, actually. It had an upstairs, three bedrooms, lounge, kitchen and entertainment area; just like a house.
This was going to be a thankyou gift to Mon and Mel from Sam and Dean, from their last hunt at the Geelong Jail. They had decorated their rooms accordingly and everything was perfect… well, except for the fact that they were now taken hostage by several men on their own boat and had been for a couple of days.
The boat sailed slowly towards the pier, inevitably going to reach it the following day. The Winchester's were aware of this, and Sam tried everything in his power to send telepathic messages to the girls. He tried endlessly at night, guessing that this would be the best time to try and reach them in their dreams; presuming that the girls weren't up all night, worried sick about them.
Sam and Dean sat, faces smeared with small, trickling, streams of blood, cuts and bruises from where the men had beaten them after their hopeless escape attempts. These men weren't men at all. They were Demon's, but they didn't have 'powers' like normal. They used guns and knives, nothing directly Supernatural except for their strength to overpower the boys. However, a single gunshot wound would be all that was needed to waste one of these suckers.
Dean's phone rang. He glanced at Sam who knew that it was the girls trying to reach them. Dean tried to maneuver his hands, bound with rope, towards his jean pocket, to reach the vibrating phone. He stretched as far as he could, the rope cutting deep into his wrists. He got within an inch of the phone before it stopped ringing. The boys slumped back in their chairs in despair.
"No answer. It's his message bank again." Mon bit her lip and snapped her mobile shut in frustration. Mon stared at her shaking hands holding the phone, and then at her wrists, where painful red marks had appeared. The pattern was twisted like rope. Mon gasped.
"What is it?" Mel asked, noticing the odd marks. Mon rubbed her wrists.
"I don't know. I really hope Dean's okay." She replied, wanting to cry. She just wanted to see Dean and know that he was okay. Mel patted her on her shoulder, comfortingly. She doubted what she said next, but said it for Mon's benefit.
"They'll be okay. I know they will."
The boat jolted as it hit the side of the pier. Sam and Dean awoke, sleepily trying to open their eyes as the sun shone brightly through one of the windows, blinding them. They had reached the pier. One of the men moved past them and muttered a warning to them about keeping quiet, before leaving the boat to tie it up.
The weather the next afternoon, resembled the day before as the girls made their way back down to the beach.
Several boats were tied up to the pier. Mon sighed, slightly relieved to see the boats. Mel's stomach untwisted temporarily, realizing that the boys were nearby, but it quickly twisted back up again at the thought of not knowing what they were going to find when they stepped onto the boat.
"Well… which boat is it?" Mon asked uneasy, as she dug her hands into her thigh pockets in her jeans. Mel closed her eyes and summoned the image from her dream from her memory.
"The fifth boat down. But I think that we will eventually have to fight someone. We'll have to call in the crew for back up. We won't stay here." Mel forewarned.
The fifth boat was a brand new white houseboat. Two coloured lines bordered the deck. One was an endearing sky blue and the other was a beautiful pearl green; the girls favourite colours. The name of the boat was printed in a black, fancy font on the side. 'M.M.S.D'; Mel, Mon, Sam and Dean.
The girls stared, teary eyed and joyous. They'd found them… or at least the boat.
Mon took this opportunity to wipe away her tears and prioritize. She called the crew who were all currently hanging out at Tom's sparkling new town house. She called Jared's mobile.
"C'mon, pick up…" Mon muttered impatiently. Jared answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jared… its Mon. Mel's here too. We've got something to tell you." Mel motioned to Mon, to pass the phone to her, so that she could explain everything. Besides, she liked talking to Jared.
"What is it?" Jared asked, sitting up paying attention. He motioned to the boys to quiet down and stop playing Guitar Hero, as he put the phone on loudspeaker. The boys sat down on the couch and the floor around the coffee table on which the phone now sat.
"I… Look, I'll put Mel on…. She'll explain it."
"Hello?" Mel spoke into the phone, trying to concentrate as she heard Jared's voice and the mutters of the crew.
"Hey. You're on loudspeaker." Jared explained. The rest of the crew shouted greetings. Mon smiled.
"Okay… so, you know how Mon and I were talking the other day?" Mel asked, also putting the phone on loudspeaker for Mon.
"Yeah…" the boys replied, suspiciously.
"Well, I think that it's time that you knew." Mel explained grimacing slightly, as the other end of the line remained silent.
"Guys? Are you there?" Mon asked.
"Yeah… sorry." Mike replied.
"What do we need to know?" Will asked, leaning forward. Mel looked at Mon.
"Do you remember the Winchesters?" Mon asked. The boys thought for a moment, scanning their memory.
"Yes. What about them?" Elmo queried.
"They're in trouble. They saved our lives, and now we have to save them." Mel explained. The crew's faces registered horror and concern for the girl's safety. Mike stood up.
"You can't go alone. We're coming with you."
"No!" Mel cried, surprising everyone, even Mon. "I mean… not until we need you. Come down to Eastern Beach at the pier. Meet us here in 5 minutes and we'll figure something out."
"Alright. We'll see you in five." Tom hung up.
The crew grabbed their things, and jogged down to the beach.
Meanwhile, the girls waited in the car park for the boys, discussing possible plans. Mon gasped.
"Oh my goodness!" Mon cried. Mel tried to find what she was looking at. Then, she saw it sitting about ten metres away.
TBC…