A Missed Shot

Chapter Nineteen

then

It is a bright morning for 11 A.M. A fourteen year old girl with burgundy coloured hair roams around on the streets. She had one of those looks that would make her seem as if she knows everything there is. . .to actually living on the streets, that is. Everyone around her are taller than her and are enjoying their own conversations, whether on the phone or with someone or person to person. Their all dressed up with winter clothing, as the snow crunches beneath their boots and flurries descend from the sky, getting caught in the little girl's hair. In her pocket, she fiddles with a little switchblade she has and eyes the crowd in front of her. She turns the corner and sees many buildings standing tall with lights all over the place. There are tons of people, so many it's to the point where one would never see the same face twice. The air filled with chatter from all directions. The girl continues to shift through the crowd until she finally sets her eyes on a cafe in the short distance.

As she steps in, the place is warm and smells of coffee and doughnuts. A bit of quieter chatter and laughter fills the air. She ruffles the snow out of her hair as she scrapes the snow off her feet using the welcome mat. A man dressed up in his uniform approaches her asking if she needed assistance. He looked very familiar to her. Despite having multiple thoughts running through her head, she replied with a simple head shake and proceeded on her way. She looked back at him while moving. Barely visible on the back of his neck was something seeming like a tattoo. She turns back around facing forward and seats herself in a booth as a different waiter asks if she'd like something. She simply requests a cup of Joe and the waiter nods as he walks away.

The girl feels something in her pocket. As she digs around she pulls out a photo of the waiter who greeted her in the cafe. On the back are a bunch of notes. First one that is crossed out says, "Kill him." It has been replaced with "Dad?" After about ten minutes, the girl pulls out her laptop and her flavored coffee is handed to her. She thanks the man as he gives a polite nod and walks away.

* * *

She shuts the laptop and yawns, looking around to see that the sun is setting and the place is empty but the two other men and her. She can hear arguments occurring amongst the men and one storms out. The one she was originally supposed to kill. The one who is supposedly her dad. Packing up her things, the girl heads for the door to chase down the man, but a hand grabs her arm firmly.

now

Scarlet appears to be a bit upset as she rubs the tattoo on her wrist that reads her name in old English font as she recovers from her brief daydreaming session. Dean seems to catch a glimpse of her countenance in his rear-view mirror and begins to speak out.

"Hey look, I don't know what's bothering you, but I'm sure that whatever the hell it is has to do with Ariel. I mean, we are the ones who need to put her back under the sea, right?" The comment makes Scarlet snicker.

Now with a more upbeat tone in her voice and a smile on her face, she replies,

"Sure."

* * *

The Winchesters, Scarlet, Alisa, and Destiny now arrive in Miami in the cool evening. Dean begins to speak.