Beneath The Waves

bluebutterfly2006

*Chapter 9*

Later on that evening, Dean headed towards the Impala, to pick Missy up. He ceased from what he doing and realized his cell phone was ringing. Dean viewed at the unknown number that displayed and decided to answer it.

"Hello?!"

"Is this Dean Winchester?" Came a rough mysterious voice.

"Yes. Who is this?" Dean asked, hasty.

"Oh. You'll know soon enough."

Silence bounced back and forth between the lines, until the stranger spoke again.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?"

At that instance, Dean glanced at the Impala, but the voice caught his attention.

"Yeah, she's beauty, too. But I would prefer to hold a living, breathing creature than a object. Wouldn't you agree? Such a marvelous beautiful body. Her hips, legs, lips..." The stranger purred into the phone and added. "Dying to be touch. Which all these glorious features are hidden by that long blue-jean skirt and peach color top. The way, her shirt covers her rounded shape breasts. Doesn't do justice, wouldn't you say, Dean?"

Dean's eyes grew wide, panic and angry flooded him. How did this psycho knew about Missy's attire she had on today? Was she in danger and not know it? She hadn't call or text. Which mean't-

"Listen up sicko, you better not hurt her! Or you are dead meat! My advice is if you want to live, you better leave her alone. If you know what's best for you!" Dean thundered.

The voice gave out a evil laugh and replied with, "If you want to see your whore alive; meet me at the cafe on third street. I believe you're familiar with it."

The call ended abruptly.

Meanwhile, outside the local cafe. He had excused him and returned very shortly.

"So, sorry for that my dear. Where was we?" He said apologetic, as he took his seat once again.

"Oh, that's okay." Missy said, and added. " You was telling me about how you knew Ally?"

"Ah. Yes. Again my condolences. We went to college together."

"Really?"

"Yes. Ally was smart and she always beat my butt. Good times. I will miss her." He responded sadly. Next, he asked. "May I, show you something?"

"I don't know, Clark?! I must be getting back!"

"Please? Ally would love you to see the project she finished. Well, I think she completed it. She said it still needed some touch ups, though."

"Yes, I'm sure she would want me to see it, but with all respect. Maybe another time?"

"Did I mention I spoke to Ally few months ago?!"

"No, you didn't?!"

"My apologies, again. She told me if I ever bump into you to show it to you."

"Clark, I'm flattered, but I don't know you and you really don't know me."

"Oh, I know you. Well, what Ally has spoken of you. Good things, I assure you!"

"She has?" Missy answered, confused.

"Yes."

Missy wasn't sure about this stranger, but he told of things about only Ally herself would know. Only a few knew about her about her paintings projects that she did. He must have helped her with them. Especially, the ones she would work on to hang in public places, she didn't use the name "Ally" on these paintings. She asked for permission from owners to hang one painting in their building. Free of charge. The last she checked, Ally had been on working on one, but that was months ago. Ally must have trusted this stranger. It was odd, he was really creeping her out and she needed to get away. Some how this stranger was familiar.

"What do you say? Interested?" Clark persisted.

"If Ally insisted for you to show me. Then, a few seconds to see it, wouldn't hurt." Missy replied.

They walked away from the cafe and in minutes had approached an abandon building that was a formal small mill shop.

Missy halted in her footsteps, this didn't feel right. "Umm.. Clark? You sure this-" She was in mid-speech, as she turned to find sharp teeth shinning back at her.

"DAMN IT!" She shouted.

"Oh, Missy. Why the gloom face? We can still have fun!"

"Come on, Missy! Pick-up!" Dean yelled into his phone. After the six-seventh time of dialing the number, he stopped. He knew she would have pick up by now. It wasn't because of no service either. They had choose that spot, since there was good service. 'Was it too late? Had the creep got her?' Dean thought, but shook it off. He couldn't think like that. Dean's cell phone went off, he answered it without even looking at the caller I.D.

"Hello! Sam! No it's not. Some creep has Missy. I don't know. Called mine, too. Lucky you. I know. Heading in that direction, now. If I do, you know I will. Yeah. Bye." Dean replied and hung up, followed by him as he punched the accelerator.

"Who and what are you?" Missy asked, she already knew the "what" part.

"Apparently, you do not remember me?! My name is Barton Neils, your local vampire." He announced and added a bow.

"Name still doesn't ring no bells." Missy retorted, not amused.

Barton's smile faded, and he spoke. " Oh, but I remember you and your sister. Just like it happened yesterday. I had just went outside for some fresh scenery, and to dumped the body I enjoyed minutes before. When my eyes caught a glimpsed of you. Of course you wasn't facing me, but your sister was. She was frighten by my presence. By her frozen scared expression, you turned to face me, our eyes met. Such a beautiful beauty that I saw before me. Love at first sight. I had asked for you not to go, that I wouldn't hurt you. I even spoke out my name, but it was muttered out by your sister's whispering plead. In a splash, you and her disappeared beneath the waves. However, I did hear your wonderful name, from your sister, Mallie. You are such a beautiful creature, like myself. After that day. I did everything to find you again."

"And Ally?" Missy questioned.

"Oh, she was easy. I pretended to like her, even flirted with her. Went on dates, to just get closer to her. Just so I could know your where bouts."

"But how?"

"How did I know of Ally? Well, I eavesdrop on the conversation you had with your sister."

Missy eyes widened, angry flashed before her. The damn creep. A burst of memories flooded her. "Ah! I remembered you now! You're that disgusting creep that everyone warned us to stay away from!"

"WHAT?!" Barton roared out.

Concurrently, Dean had made it. He lurked in the shadows as he listened to dialog took place. Thereafter, he walked quietly towards them with his gun held high.

Barton collected himself and said, " I was very shocked when a friend or associate of mine informed me you was with a damn Winchester! A hunter! Of all people, they don't understand us!"

"Us? Seriously?! So, what if I am with the Winchesters! You're point is?" Missy inquired, sarcastic.

"To bed with one and get impregnated. Now that's disgusting! I can hear two heartbeats racing. UGH! It should have been mine! Doesn't matter. After you're with me, you will see-"

A sudden click and pressure to Barton's skull stopped him. Dean included the words of, "She's not going anywhere with you!"

"Ah! The mighty Dean Winchester! We speak again." Barton affirmed.

"Who is wanting to know?" Dean asked.

"Friend, I assure you!"

Dean punched the end of the gun deeper into his skull, " Doubt that. See a friend wouldn't touch another friend's woman!" Dean replied with, as he noted Barton's hold on Missy.

"Alright. Foe, then. A hungry one for blood. That will escape from your sight, to deal with another day." Barton said in a smirk laughter.

"Huh?" Dean and Missy both wondered.

Suddenly, white smoke filled the air. Dean ran rapidly over to Missy to protect her. After it was cleared, it had appeared Dean and Missy were the only ones near the building.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yelled out. He stared at her angrily and commanded, "Who the hell was that? And why are you associate with vampires?"

"It's not like that!" Missy said in defense.

"Convince me!" Dean declared furiously and crossed his arms.

"Dean, it's a long story."

"I'm listening."

Missy began to tell Dean of the event that took place today, followed by the first time she seen Barton. Missy also mentioned about the warnings against him.

"I think they were more going on with your sister's death than we realize" Dean suggested. She nodded in agreement with him.

Finally, the last day at her apartment and job had come to an end. The Boys gathered up her packed boxes and place them into the Impala. During the past week, Missy had loaded each box with what she could. The small room was completely empty. Missy looked around one more time and closed the door.

Minutes later, they had arrived at the Bunker. Missy remained inside and close by, as the Winchesters brought in her boxes of items. When Sam came in to sit the boxes down, she told him there will be fine." But Dean stopped him with, "Come this way, Sammy." Sam headed in the direction of Dean's room.

Missy was confused, but smiled when she realized her and Dean would be sharing a room. She didn't know why she was so surprised by the gesture. When in her own apartment they had slept in the same bed.

Missy worked until closing that last night. She told Watson, she didn't mind. At the end of her shift, he gave her five hundred dollars. "What is-"

"For the baby," he told her.

"Oh, you didn't have to. But thank you!"

"No, I didn't have to. I wanted to. You are very welcome. Please don't be a stranger and keep in touch?!"

"Will do."

Missy left and went to the Impala, Dean had waited inside the car for her. She had came out and opened the door, before he noticed her presence.

"Hey! How was it?" Dean asked, surprised.

"Hey. It went good."

Missy opened the envelop and the card. She place the money in one hand and read what the note said:

"Here is something for the Baby Winchester. May you all find the happiness you are looking for. Ya'll deserve it. Don't be a stranger Love you all! Love, Uncle Watson." Down below was the shop's number.

Dean and Missy smiled, they both filled with joy. For once in their lives, they could be happy.

"You ready to go home?" Dean quizzed.

"Missy responded with, " Yes!"

Home. Now that sounded so good to hear.

More to come my wonderful readers.