A.N. Two chapters at once this time as Chapter 7 is only a shortie.

Ce Ce : Maybe…maybe not!

7.

Back in the bar Keith busied himself making coffee. Dean showed no sign of his earlier nap and politely asked Melody to stop fussing around him. He decided she was way too clucky, even beating Sam in the mother hen challenge. Sam intervened, rescuing Dean from Melody's administrations,

"Melody, I'd like to talk about what happened in the show, if that's ok?"

Melody gratefully accepted a coffee as Keith returned and joined them,

"Ok. Where do you want to start?"

Dean chipped in,

"I'm curious about your style. Those two people you spoke to before things got weirder, the things you identified in front of everyone there, a little harsh don't you think?"

Melody shrugged her shoulders,

"The truth can be harsh, I just speak on behalf of those that have passed."

Dean frowned,

"Ok. But accusing the woman of putting herself before her dying granddaughter? And everyone hearing that Wayne was apparently responsible for his friend's death? Is that your usual kind of approach?"

"Dean, I don't choose the people I speak to, my spirit guide does."

Sam leaned forward,

"Spirit guide?"

Melody smiled,

"Yes. Ellouise. She was a medium in her own right before she passed over in the fifties, I guess she still wants to help people and so she acts as a channel between me and those on the other side."

Sam once again felt that slight tingle of discomfort,

"How did she die?"

Melody stared deep into Sam's eyes,

"Murder…murder…murder…murder...murder…murder…."

Sam instinctively jerked his head back and fought to break eye contact with Melody. Dean reached over, quickly grabbing Melody by the shoulder with one hand, forcing Melody's head to turn away from Sam with the other until her line of sight was on Dean himself. As soon as she was no longer looking at Sam, Melody's upper body seemed to sag and her eyes closed. Dean glanced over Melody's shoulder at Sam who was just staring in shock at the back of Melody's head. Keith had frozen, his coffee half way to his mouth, he seemed oblivious to the fact that his mug had tilted in his hand and he was now pouring hot coffee into his own lap. Dean turned his attention back to Melody who remained sat upright purely due to Dean's grip on her and gave her a sharp slap to the cheek,

"Melody. Snap out of it. Come on. Open your eyes, focus. Melody!"

Slowly Melody raised her head, opening her eyes. She looked at Dean confusedly and raised a hand to her cheek where Dean had slapped her,

"You hit me…why?"

Dean's expression was grim,

"I think we need to have a serious talk Melody, not here though. Keith, could you stop soaking yourself in coffee and take us up to the studio apartment?"

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