Smallville/Supernatural

Emma/Trent?

Chloe/Dean

Disclamiar: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural, However I do own my own characters created from my head, and the direction of this story. I understand there may be some grammar errors,which I apologize for.

AN: The characters may seem out of character, and there will most likely be grammar errors. please enjoy and leave reviews.

Cheyenne is Missing

Emma could hardly believe it so much have happen in one morning. She had a family breakfast and found out that her one and only best friend had been missing. did seem to act strangely toward her friend, but surely he wouldn't do such a thing as kidnapping. He had his entire teaching career to look forward and students that adored him. This couldn't possibly be but you just never know. Cheyenne did agree to meet with him to grade papers and another question was bothering her, Why would a teacher ask a student to help grade his papers? Emma just didn't know.

Emma has been calling Cheyenne every chance she could through out the day hoping that her friend would answer the phone, but she knew better. Since her Dad, Mom, and apparently her Uncle were out looking for Cheyenne, Emma was stuck at the Talon to assist customers and do her moms daily duties. She hated being left behind, but she knew her mom needed her to work at the Talon, so that she would be free to help Uncle Clark.

The Talon was busy as usual, most her classmates come in on the weekend for the half price smoothies and the best coffee around that is served on the weekend. Emma was working the counter when one of her classmates approach her. The girl was tall and slender, she usually very quiet in class, and hardly spoke much. but Emma would occasionally speak to her, Cheyenne however is friends with the girl to a point but they never all three spent time together. That is something that the more Emma thought about it, the more she felt guilt.

Emma smiled sweetly at the girl " Hi Ranae, is there something I can get you, a smoothie? Emma could tell the girl looked a little down, and she herself was trying her best to hold herself together.

" Coffee black, with a ton of sugar please, Emma could I ask you something?" Ranae asked Emma, hoping for some type of reply that would cheer her up. Emma poured her coffee into a large mug and just handed the girl a whole shaker of sugar.

" Help yourself, and yeah ask me what you want" she replied.

" Well, I know you and Cheyenne are really close and she spends most of her time with you, but she usually always text or call me every Saturday morning and we would meet for lunch or something, but I haven't heard from her, so I was just wondering..." Ranae was implying that either Cheyenne ditch her or something was seriously wrong.

" I'm sure she wouldn't purposely ditch you, she loves being friends with you, and well you see.." Emma didn't want to finish that sentence, she didn't want to tell Ranae that their only friend was MIA.

" What is it Emma, is something going on?" the girl asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

" I"m sorry Ranae, but nobody has heard from Cheyenne, my parents and her Dad have been out looking for her all day, she is missing" Emma replied in all seriousness and in a sad tone.

" I didn't know, that's horrible, she is my only friend. is there any news? anything that I can do? Please!" Ranae replied. This was not news she wanted to hear.

" Well, my family is out looking and I've tried calling Cheyenne, there is not much more that we can do. My mom asked me to stay here and run the Talon, I could really use a hand if you don't mind busting tables. I promise once I hear something I will fill you in. Worrying will not do us any good."

Ranae agreed, Emma handed her a apron and the two girls remained at the Talon for the time being, but Emma had her own plans on finding Cheyenne herself, that is if she cane escape the Talon and her family prying eye.

Chloe and Dean had been in Deans car searching all day, while Sam checked the school grounds, and surrounding areas. They knew that calling the Police would do no good, that they would have to wait so many hours and that they were better of on this search on their own. That and the fact that Chloe finds the Smallville Cops to be completely useless. Dean was behind the wheel, he looked very content, you can tell that he is used to driving and doing this type of thing regularly.

Dean was focused on driving, trying to rack his brain on ways to best find Cheyenne, having a teenager missing is never a good thing. At least not in his case, it usually involves some type of evil bad, but he is started to think that it may just be possible that this um teacher had lurred Cheyenne away. He had just met his daughter and already a horrible thing had happen to her since he has arrived in town. Her best friend is missing and he now believes that it is his duty to find her, he owns it to his daughter.

" We have to find her Dean, how is this even possible" Chloe was frustrated and worry, here it was almost late in the afternoon and nothing.

" Well it happens regularly everywhere Chloe, I promise WE will find her, some nasty probably swept her away" Dean replied in all honesty.

Chloe in return asked " Some Nasty, Dean what are you implying took her? This is Smallville so a lot of strange things have happened especially since I was in high school, but its been pretty calm lately, I believe we are dealing with something completely human"

Dean glanced at her strangely then continue to drive, he stayed quiet for a moment then replied " What exactly have you been through Chloe, Last time I saw you, you were dealing with meter rock freaks and lame nerds trying to be super heroes like you tall and dorky friend Clark."

Chloe had dealt with more than Dean probably have realized, a lot can happen in Sixteen years or so, especially when her best friend was a alien.

" Well, Dean there's more to me now then meets the eye, your not Mr. Innocent yourself now in factr in I'm not mistaken you don't even exist anymore." Chloe knew that would get his Attention, she had kept up with her investigating ways. Back awhile ago when she was working for the Daily Press, she came across a article when she was researching a Dean Winchester dying in and then she hacked into some FBI files, and learned more then she ever wanted to know.

" Woah What, are you insane Woman, I'm clearly right here and do in fact exist in all my handsome good looks" Dean wasn't sure what she was implying, but she definitely knew more about him the she currently should. God he had missed this woman, and being in this car with her made him feel good even if they were looking for a missing teenage girl.

" Dean, you died in , you should be happy that I know better and I"m not scared your some type of Ghost or a clone or something, because if that was the case then you may be taken me to your secret liar to chop me into pieces once you have had your way with me" Chloe let a small giggle out, this car ride was about to get interesting.

" Okay, I died but it wasn't me, and it wasn't my clone, I"m not going to chop you into little pieces, but I would be more than willing to have my way with you, who knew motherhood and age would turn you into such a fine looking woman" Dean kept his eyes on the road, although out of the corner of his eye he could see her blush.

" Alright Mr. You have a lot of explaining to do, and I will explain myself as well, we should probably stop by the Talon, check in on Emma, she must be worried sick and overwhelmed dealing with all those coffee loving customers today"

" Well your right, I could use some Pie, and see my beautiful daughter."

Chloe smiled slightly at him " Then lets go Driver" Chloe replied.

" So Chloe can I ask you something? Dean asked.

Chloe nodded her head and replied "Yes"

" Do you have apple pie?" Dean asked, the mas has got to have his apple pie.

Cheyenne woke up alone, half-dressed, and confused. She was unfamiliar with her surroundings, it seemed like she was locked away in a dark basement of a house. The room consisted of a bed, a recliner, and some old junk. That was about it, she noticed a door at the top of the stairs. She ran up the stairs to see if the door was unlocked, but no luck. She pushed and pushed at the door but there was no budging. The door was shut, lock, and it wasn't coming open.

She then looked around the room trying to find the rest of her clothing but she was not able to focus well, she felt like she was about to collapse. Her memory was fuzzy, and she hoped some one found her soon, this place was twigging her out. The bed was small with filthy sheets, she glanced and could of sworn she seen spots of blood in the middle of the sheets. All she could think about is getting out here, and hoping that something bad did not happen in that bed.

A phone ran and it scared the crap out of her, it kept ringing and ringing. It wasn't a cell phone, that was one thing for sure that she knew she didn't have with her. The phone rang and rang, she wonder if she should pick it up. Finally decided that she should,s he picked the phone up and quietly answer in a scared voice.

" Hello, please let me go, help me" Cheyenne was beyond scared and creep out.

" Hello pretty, hope your are find your accommodations well, the bed must not be what your used to but it wll do, I enjoy last night, it was fun. I wil see you shorty, now don't try to escape or there will be consequences"

Cheyenne remain quiet, she couldn't speak nor did she know what to say.

The man on the phone seemed impatient, he wanted her to reply and he wanted her to reply right away. " Girl, you will reply to me when I talk to you, you will answer with Yes Sir, do you understand me!" He wasn't asking, he was demanding.

Cheyenne barely got it out but she replied with a simple "Yes Sir"

" Now listen to me my little pretty, this phone only calls in so, don't even began to think about calling out, you are mine and you will stay in this basement until I tell you different. I will be there tonight, and will bring you food, now you will sleep, I really did enjoy the wonders of your young teenage body".

The man hung up the phone, Cheyenne crawled into the bed and began to cry. She had no memory of what happened the night before. She was ready to go home and be with her family and friends. Cheyenne began to rack her brain on who could possibly be keeping her hostage. She knew her father being the man that his is will have her free from this creep in know time..She could only hope.