A/N: So, I've decided to pick up this story for a third season, if you will haha, for all of you who have read the first 2 stories. I have some really good ideas cooking up and I can't wait to write it all an post it for you guys, so stay tuned... this is the one you don't want to miss!

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Melinda laid down, staring at the ceiling, waiting for death come.

A knocking came to the door.

Melinda didn't move. It was her imagination, she was sure of it. But then she heard the door unlock, and open up. She knew she was hallucinating, but she looked anyways.

There, Castiel stood limply and bloody. His face scratching and his clothing stained. He looked as if he'd been fighting for days.

They both stood in silence, just watching each other. Melinda got up off the cot, and weakly stepped over.

"I.. thought, you died." Melinda spoke quietly.

"There's no time to waste." Castiel growled a little as he lunged for Melinda. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of the panic room, not even stopping to close the door afterwards. Castiel began to ascend the stairs,dragging Melinda viciously behind her. She stumbled to keep up, but she never said a word.

Until she got to the top of the stairs.

"NO!" She shreiked as she saw the sight before her. There was Bobby, fallen out of his wheelchair, bloody on the ground. His throat was slit, and his eyes were dead and lifeless. He must have been this way for days.

Melinda fell to her knees, upset, wanting to cry, but the tears just wouldn't come.

Castiel went to her, picking her up byu her elbow, pulling her away from Bobby. "We have to leave, now!" Castiel commanded. Melinda could have sworn she heard fear in his voice, but she was too broken up over Bobby to really care. She whipped around, glaring at Castiel.

"Where were you this whole time!" Melinda shouted at him. She wanted to blame Bobby's death on Castiel.

"Fighting. Trying to stop demons from getting to you. Bobby was too, and sometimes, you die in battle. There wasn't anything I could do!" Castiel raised his voice, offended she was pointing the finger on him.

"He died trying to protect you," Castiel looked down at Bobby's bloody mess. "To be honest Melinda, he's better off wherever he is now."

Melinda went from anger to troubled. There was silence for a moment, until Castiel went for the knife on the desk that had killed Bobby. He picked it up, and Melinda could hear the ping of the sharpe blade as it left contact with the desk. Castiel looked at the knife, then to the door. "We have to go."

"Wait!" Melinda went after him, holding his arm back. She looked up at Castiel, unsure of what to say. She looked back at Bobby breifly, then back to Castiel. "We can't just leave him here."

Castiel turned to face her. "Melinda," he began grimly.

"He's my family, Cas. We have to burn him. I don't want those sons of bitch's possessing him. He at least that."

Castiel looked on passed Melinda and at Bobby. He said nothing for a long time, but finally, he looked at her. "Burn this whole house, then we go."

Castiel stepped away from Melinda and to the door, leaving her dumbfounded for a moment. Quickly, picked up Bobby's jacket from the chair on other side of the room. As she did so, she headed to the kitchen to snag some salt. Finally, she went to Bobby's rotting corpse. The flies began to feast upon him. It only broke her heart more.

Melinda dumped the salt along Bobby's body. The salt mixed with the blood, staining it an ugly pinkish colour. When the salt container was empty, Melinda chuckled it tot he side, hearing the clang against the wall. She knelt down beside Bobby, studying his broken body.

"I love you." The words killed her. Never would she ever imagine this would be the last time they met. She always thought Bobby would be the one to touch her corpse.

From the front door, Castiel watched almost sympathetically as Melinda said goodbye. He turned away as Melinda got up retrieved the tin can of gasoline hidden in the closet. Melinda poured it all about the room. Ober Bobby's body, over his desk, the floor, the walls, everything. Then she pulled the zippo from Bobby's jacket. She flicked the metal wheel, and a flame appeared. Cautiously, she went to the desk full of gasoline soaked papers. It ignited instantly. The room caught fire quicker than the speed of a blink.

Quickly, Melinda and Castiel ran outside. They went to the impala, but Melinda turned around first. The south wall fo the house was completely in flames. Bobby's body is surely simmering by now. What a sight. A sight Melinda never wanted to see.

She turned away, and faced the impala. Her eyes widend at it. It wasn't possible.

The windows were smashed in. The windshield had a nasty crack that extended to both sides. The paint was scratched by what looked like key jabs. The interior was ripped to shreds, and if Dean saw this now, he would surely shoot himself.

Melinda stepped carefully over to it, examining the mess up and down. She was wordless.

"Come on." Castiel quickly ordered, opening the front door and getting inside.

This had pulled Melinda out of her trance and quickly she made her way to the to the driver's seat. She hopped inside, feeling the uncomfortable rips of the interior.

Melinda knew she was going to have to hotwire the car, and that was something Dean forbade her to do under any circumstance.

Melinda pulled out the wires from under the steering wheel, and tried all combination under she heard the roar of the impala and the shake fo the motor from beneath her.

The car had been started, and both Melinda and Castiel sat back in their seats before taking off. They did not look at one another, just stared straight ahead.

"I want to know everything that happend."