Chapter 4

"You're kidding me right?" Dean hissed at his brother. The boys had excused themselves from the table so they could have a little talk, in private. The girls didn't even bother listening in. They had a feeling what was being said.

"I saw her ears Dean," Sam whispered. "They were freaking pointy, if they weren't real why would they hide them? I mean, let's give them the benefit of the doubt. We don't know for sure that they're lying."

"Dude, we don't know that they're telling the truth either! For all we know they could have just walked right out of a Lord of the Rings freak convention," Dean hissed. He looked back at the girls who were seemingly just looking at each other.

"Why don't you trust them Dean?" Sam asked.

"Sammy, with our line of work, anything that calls itself supernatural can not be trusted," Dean said. "If I trusted every paranormal being, we would both be dead by now. Think of all the creatures we've met and destroyed. Have any of them been trustworthy?"

"Well, no," Sam said honestly. He wasn't going to lie. Every otherworldly being they have come into contact with had tried to kill them somehow. He couldn't blame his brother for being a little cautious in the area of the paranormal.

"So now tell me why should we believe them?" Dean asked. Sam thought for a moment.

"Well so far they haven't tried to kill us yet," Sam said. "They had the opportunity last night, if they wanted to hurt us why would they knock on our door and wake us up? Why wouldn't they just take the opportunity they had while we were off guard to kill us in our sleep?"

"I don't know," Dean said. "They are women and women do things for weird reasons!"

"Dean," Sam said. "I don't know what it is, but I just have this feeling. Let's give them a chance to explain okay?"

"Sam," Dean started. Then he sighed. "Fine I'll give them one chance, but if they turn out to be just like the others, Melangell is the first one to get the bullet."

"At least give me a chance to research elves after their story, just to see," Sam said. "Then you can do whatever you want to Mel."

"Alright, fine," Dean said after thinking it over for a second.

Back at the table unknown to the human ear the girls were having a talk all their own.

I don't think we should have told them yet Isolde. Nothing good can come of this. Remember the last people we told? I still have a scar from where he tried to hit me with a hammer. Foolish mortals, Mel said.

Mel, that wasn't because we told them that we were elves. They tried to kill you because you threatened to turn the guy into a mutant, not to mention you started it, Isolde said rolling her eyes.

I did not start it, Mel said. Isolde cocked an eyebrow. Okay so maybe I shouldn't have thrown the statue at his head, but he pissed me off first. He was just asking for it!

Whatever you say Mel, Isolde said. She couldn't help but smile though. Her sister was crazy and she wasn't afraid to admit it. With her sister around things were never boring. Even if it was constantly getting them into trouble, and she was constantly having to save Mel's ass. She didn't mind though because as much as she had Mel's back , Mel always had hers too. Mel denied it, but she wasn't all badass and angst. Mel could be super sweet and nice if she wanted to be, but just as quick as the sweetness came, it could be gone in a flash if you rubbed her the wrong way. That was one of the things that got her into the most trouble. That and the fact that she had a nasty habit of breaking rules.

The boys headed back to the table. The girls stood up so the boys could sit on the inside. As soon as Mel sat down Dean pulled her hair away from her ear and he touched it. Mel shot him a look.

"Excuse me," Mel said. "You're touching me because?"

"I wanted to see for myself," Dean said.

"I'm not a Lord of the Rings freak, obsessed, convention, nerd that has no life and dresses as the characters on a daily basis. My ears are real, and no I don't have hobbit feet. In fact we don't hang out with hobbits. I've never even met a hobbit, if they even exist," Mel said. Dean looked at her.

"Mel doesn't like to be compared to Lord of the Rings," Isolde clarified. "She doesn't like Christmas either."

"I see," Dean said. He made a mental note to remember that. "Because of Santa's little elves?"

"No," Isolde said. "She just has a fear of fat men in red suits…"

"Isolde!?" Mel shot her sister a look.

"What?" Isolde said.

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone!" Mel said. "It's not my fault. Uncle Farrell was scary…"

"Oh chill Mel," Isolde said. Mel glared at her sister, and growled softly under her breath. "It's not like I said…"

"Okay, I get it!" Mel said cutting her sister off. Isolde smiled. She loved getting under her sisters skin, partly because it was so easy. Mel had a short fuse, and anyone could see it. She turned to the boys and took a deep breath. "Has the thought ever crossed your mind that maybe not every non-human creature is evil?" The boys looked at each other then turned back to Mel.

"No," they said in unison. The girls then turned to each other and stared blankly at the boys. Isolde opened her mouth to try to explain when she glanced over at Mel. Mel was looking over at a group of guys that had just walked in. There were maybe four or five there. Two of them were looking back at her. Isolde shook her head not wanting to get involved. Mel could be so easily distracted.

"Melangell!" Isolde said loudly. Mel looked at her sister. "Bertha, the nice waitress has been waiting very patiently for your order."

"I'll have the chocolate chip pancakes no bacon….OOO SPORK!" Mel said getting distracted again.

"Yeah, you may wanna make that a smiley face for her too," Dean said jokingly. Mel's ears seemed to perk up.

"Could you really? But, no cherry…" Mel said the lady shook her head and started to walk away. "Hey wait, she's walking away, why is she walking away. I wasn't done yet!"

"Mel, just give it a rest," Isolde said. She looked at Dean. "See what you started? Now she's going to be expecting a smiley face and when she doesn't get it…"

"Wait, no smiley face?" Mel interrupted, her lip started trembling.

"You'll have to deal with her," Isolde finished. She pointed to the table of hot guys again. "Hey Mel, look fresh meat!"

"Isolde, we don't eat meat…" she said. Then it dawned on her and her mouth made an 'o' shape. She then was distracted by the fish tank on the wall.

"Oh dear lord!" Isolde said shaking her head as Mel leaned over Dean, laying her hand on his inner thigh. As usual Mel was in a zoned out daze when someone brought their food out. That is until she noticed a plate appear in front of her face. She looked up shocked.

"Smiley face!" she said. She looked at Dean an arrogant smirk on her face. He just narrowed his gaze as he shook his head.

"Alright, I'm going on my break, Dustin will be taking over," the waitress said. "As if you care…"

"I care…what was her name again?" Mel said. The waitress, Bertha, just shook her head and walked away, muttering something about hooligans. Mel smiled as she ate her pancakes. Suddenly she saw a hand set a glass of water down in front of her. She followed the hand up the arm and saw a man that could only be described as tall, dark, and handsome.

"Hi," he said.

"Hellooooo," Mel said. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Can I get anything else for you guys today?" he asked. Mel smirked and Isolde just hung her head, shaking it. The boys watched, unprepared for what was about to happen next.

"Yeah, actually," Mel said. "Can I get an order of you, and maybe a side of you're number, to go?"

"Never heard that one before," Dustin said, laughing.

"What can I say I'm original," Mel said with a flirtatious smile.

"I can see that," Dustin said. He opened his mouth to say something else.

"Can we just get the check please?" Dean said before Dustin could say anything.

"Sure, I'll be right back with that," Dustin said he winked at Mel. Mel smiled and lifted her eyebrows.

"Does she do that often?" Sam asked. Of all the weird things he had seen he can't remember ever meeting a girl quite like Mel.

"What? Act like a complete loon? Yes," Isolde said. "When we were little she tried to see if she could fly off the balcony of our bedroom. She hit her head and obviously lost brain cells."

"Could you like possibly be normal for like 5 minutes?" Dean asked Mel irritated. Mel looked at him shocked.

"What's wrong Dean? Are you feeling a little unloved?" she leaned in closer to Dean and placed her hand on his thigh. She bit her lip as she started rubbing her hand up and down his thigh, using her other hand to play with her hair. He turned his head to look at her then whispered in her ear.

"You're mind games aren't working on me," he whispered. She laughed.

"Oh I think they are, Winchester," Mel whispered back. She moved her hand up his thigh once more, resting it gently right near the crouch of his pants. He took a deep breath in, and she sat back with an arrogant smirk.

Suddenly Mel's face went blank and her eyes had a sudden distant look to them. Her eyes closed as she breathed in as if in pain. Sam started to panic a little. Dean looked back and forth between the sisters, stopping to look at Sam every so often.

"What's happening to her?" Sam asked worried. Isolde just sat there watching. "Isolde, what's happening to her?"

"Mel, come on it's not funny," Dean said, suddenly feeling a little concerned. Even if he couldn't stand her, he was still human. He wasn't going to act like nothing was happening. He put a hand on her shoulder and her eyes shot open. Dean pulled his hand back. Mel was breathing heavily as she looked her sister in the eye and gave a slight nod. Isolde sighed and sat back.

Dean and Sam both opened their mouths to ask what the hell had just happened, when Dustin came back with the check. He set it down in front of Mel. She smiled up at him.

"Have a nice day," he said with a smile. He winked at her and she smiled.

"Thank you," Mel said.

"Thanks," the guys said in unison. Dean looked at the check as Dustin walked away. He watched the group from behind the counter.

"I take it you guys don't have any money do you?" Dean said.

"We have money," Mel said.

"You're not the only one who's a master of credit card fraud Mr. Winchester," Isolde said, before he could make a comment that she knew would cause Mel to kill Dean. "Mel's gotten quite good at it in fact."

"I guess we're more alike than you thought huh?" Mel said with a slightly sad smile. She looked across at Isolde then looked away. She handed Dean a 20 dollar bill and stood up to walk outside. Dean was taken aback by Mel's sudden change of attitude. Whatever had happened must have scared her or she was completely PMS-ing.

Dustin noticed Mel leaving, and followed her to the door. Grabbing her arm, he turned her towards him. She looked like she was about to sock him but smiled. Dustin handed her a piece of paper.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

"Mel," she smiled.

"Well, Mel, you have gorgeous eyes." he said. "Are you staying here at the hotel?"

"Yeah," Mel said. She looked back over at Dean, as she put her thumbs in the back pockets of her jeans. Dean was talking to a girl at the register. She turned back to Dustin, suddenly realizing that he was talking to her. She tucked her hair behind her ear and apologized. Then realizing what she had done she quickly covered her ear again, hoping that he hadn't seen.

"Uh yeah, I was just wondering, what room number…" Dustin said with a half smile smirk that reminded her of Dean's. All of a sudden Dean was pushing her out the door, followed by Sam and Isolde.

"504," Mel called to him. She then turned on Dean. "What the fuck was that about? Get your grimy little hunter hands off of me!"

"Do you always flirt with complete strangers?" Dean asked.

"Do you?" she countered. "You're not my fucking guardian Dean Winchester! I'm 2500 fucking years old! I was doing what I'm doing before you were fucking born!"

"I'm a man I can take care of my…wait you're how old?" Dean said.

"So what just because I'm a female, means I can't take care of myself? Just because I'm not some big strong man means that I can't protect myself?" Mel screamed. She pointed at him and lowered voice to a menacing hiss. "Do not confuse me for some poor defenseless woman Dean Winchester, because I will prove you wrong. I'm not here for you to save me…I'm here to save you. You Mr. Winchester, are the one who needs to watch their back…not me! And my age has nothing to do with this. As far as your concerned, I'm 25."

"Are you as hot as I am right now?" Dean asked.

"You're such an ass," Mel said exasperated and she walked away. She then walked back to Dean and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips and walked away again. Dean smirked after her. Isolde and Sam walked over to Dean.

"Where's she going?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged. Isolde shook her head. "What happened to her in the restaurant?"

"Sammy," Dean said.

"It's Sam," Sam interrupted.

"What happened inside isn't important, Sammy," Dean said, ignoring Sam.

"Actually it is," Isolde said. "She had a vision…"

"What do you mean she had a vision?" Dean asked. He and Sam had to half-run to catch up with Isolde who was walking quickly in the direction that Mel had gone. She was a rubbing a pendant that hang around her neck.

"What don't you get? She had a vision, a premonition…she saw the future. Should I talk slower next time?" Isolde said turning to Dean, obviously frustrated.

"No, it's just I thought…" Dean started but was cut off when Isolde held her hand up in front of his face to silence him. Usually he would have cocked an eyebrow and continued to talk. Now, however, he found he couldn't talk.

"Do you hear that?" Isolde asked. The boys looked at her, then at each other and raised an eyebrow. They both listened, but heard nothing. The shook their heads and responded in unison with a no. "I think it's Mel," Isolde said, turned and hurried in the direction of the sound that only she could hear. The boys followed, nearly running into Isolde when she stopped suddenly. They stood looking at an alley. Isolde heard a shrill shriek and looked at the boys. Knowing that by the looks on their faces, they had heard it too. The boys started running down the alley, stopping when they noticed that Isolde wasn't following. Instead she stood a couple yards away looking at a crumpled figure, sitting sunk next to a pile of boxes. She rushed over to it, and laid a gentle hand on it. As she did so she felt a sudden pain surge through her.

VISION

The victim stood in a small room. Except for a small nightlight type thing, there was no light. Isolde couldn't make out anything on the victim. She couldn't see the facial features or anything it was just a blurry figure. She could however sense fear. It was as though, the victim was afraid for its life.

Suddenly she felt another presence in the room, she could sense there was a man in the room. She also felt a closeness to the victim, or who she guessed to be the victim. She wished there was more light so she could see the faces of the people in the room. Something told her she knew everyone present, and there were more than just the two people that she could sense. Something in the vision was supernatural, and it was giving off more than just a uncomfortable vibe.

All of a sudden there was a bright light illuminating the room, and she saw a face, that she knew very well. Mel, looked back at her with fear on her face. It was in the illuminated light that she noticed it wasn't a small room, but a graveyard and she, Sam, and Dean were there as well.

Sam and Dean were digging up a grave, lighters and salt at the ready. She couldn't understand why Mel was standing so far away. Why there was that look of utter and complete horror on her sisters face. It wasn't as though Mel hadn't seen anything like that before. That's when Mel cried out.

"Dean…Dean watch out!" Mel cried, tears falling from her eyes. Sam looked over as a poltergeist went threw Dean's heart. She watched as Sam salted the grave and it went up in flames. As the poltergeist disappeared, Sam ran over to his brother's body, and felt for a pulse. He looked back at the girls, tears falling from his eyes. Shock fell over Isolde's face. She didn't know who to go to first, Sam, or her sister. She then saw her sister fall to the ground, the shock suddenly hitting her.

END VISION

Isolde was yanked backward from the vision. Looking up she saw Dean and Sam standing over her. She heard light footsteps and looked toward the opening of the alley and saw Mel standing there concern on her face. Isolde stood up and Mel rushed over to her. Isolde looked to the ground and saw the crumpled had vanished.

"Mel," Isolde whispered. "What did you see at the restaurant?"

"The same thing you saw just now…the same thing Sam saw last night…" Mel said. Her voice wasn't the same as it usually was. There was something she wasn't telling them. Perhaps it was because the boys were there. But something else had happened. Just now, while she was away.

"You had another vision didn't you?" Isolde said. Mel just looked at her, then turned away. "What was it Mel? What was your vision?"

"I told you, it was the same one that you just saw, and Sam saw last night," Mel said.

"You're not telling me something," Isolde said. "I may not be able to read your mind as easily as I can read Dean's but I know you're not telling me something."

"Hey, my mind's not that easy to read," Dean stepped in. Then suddenly it him. Something that Mel had said earlier. Something about him needing to watch his back.

"Yes, Dean your mind is that easy to read," Mel said. She turned back to Isolde.

"Mel…look me straight in the eyes," Isolde said. Mel rolled her eyes. Isolde did this to her all the time when they were growing up.

"No, we're not 1000 anymore Isolde, you can't just look me in the eye and know what's bothering me, or know what I'm thinking!" Mel said.

"Just do it," Isolde said.

"Wait did she just 1000?" Sam asked. He looked at Dean.

"I think so," Dean responded. They both watched as Isolde and Mel looked each other in the eyes. Suddenly Isolde stepped away, and Mel looked down at the ground.

"Fear?" Isolde whispered. "That's what's been bothering?"

"A fear of what?" Dean asked. Sam poked him. "What? I'm curious!"

"It's not a fear," Isolde said not looking at Dean. "It's Fear itself. It's kind of like a demon, Fear is responsible for nightmares. It shows you your number one worst fear."

"So you're saying Freddie Krueger is after you?" Dean asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

"Not Freddie Krueger," Mel said. "Can we please not talk about this."

"Then what is it?" Sam asked.

"Fear doesn't take the time to talk to his 'victim's'," Isolde said. "Unless…"

"Unless what?" the boys asked in unison.

"Unless…" Isolde said.

"He wants something from them…" the girls said in unison.

"Like what?" Sam asked. The girls looked at him and suddenly he didn't want to know anymore.

"Can we please not fucking talk about this? Especially here," Mel said her voice rising. She looked at Sam and Isolde. "God, just please, both of you. I don't want to talk about it. It has nothing to do with why we're here so let's just go back to the hotel so we can figure out what's going on, Isolde can help Sam with his visions…and we can get back to our normal lives."

"Okay…" Sam and Isolde said in unison. Dean looked at Mel and for the first time saw something he hadn't seen before. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he hadn't seen it before. She looked at him for a moment then looked away as she started walking. That's when he realized what it was. For the first time in the short time he's known her, Dean saw that Mel was scared.