"Yeah, but did you know that 'Nothing else matters' were actually the last words of James Hetfield's grandfather? That's how the song was born."

"Dude, come on. Metallica's 'Nothing else matters' is my favorite song, of course I knew that."

Dean and Melody had engaged into a heating conversation about rock bands and rock songs and rock facts and basically rock anything ever since they had gotten into the car and Dean had turned on the radio. It was getting on Sam's and Emma's nerves already, but it was actually interesting to watch. Their music taste wasn't just similar, it was identical. And they were so excited, each of them was trying to top the other's facts. They were grown-ups acting like little kids, except for the fact that instead of toys, they had classic rock.

While Emma was still struggling with a bottle of beer she'd only drunk half, Dean and Mel were already on their third tequila shot. Emma could see Sam watching his brother warily, occasionally eyeing the Mark of Cain, but Dean seemed to have such a good time, Sam surrendered, too, in the end, ordering his own shot of tequila after finishing his beer and laughing at the two goofheads.

Right between the third and the forth shot, Melody caught glimpse of some not so subtle eye flirting Dean had been doing with a hot blonde a few seats over. She was really gorgeous, with pale white silk skin and clear blue eyes, her hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. Sure, she was a little slutty, too, but this was a bar. She grinned shamelessly and mischievously at Dean.

"She's way out of your league, pretty eyes," she patted his shoulders. "You stand no chance."

Dean huffed, looking almost offended.

"What're ya talkin' about?" he looked down at her. "I can definitely hit that."

They both gulped down the forth shot of tequila before Melody chuckled. "Yeah, right. I bet I can get the number of the hottest guy in here before you can get that girl's number."

Dean watched her curiously, and then he nodded and held out his hand.

"Challenge accepted."

Sam and Emma snickered, while Melody was eyeing Dean's hand, pondering. Eventually, guided by the alcohol flowing throw her veins, she took his hand and shook it, sealing the deal. Then Dean caught her shoulders and spun her around.

"See that guy?" he pointed to the other side of the bar.

Dean's choice was a hot, tall, dark stranger, drinking by himself. He wore a leather jacket and a lit cigarette was resting between his fingers as he hungrily scanned the crowd for available women. He was mysterious, interesting, definitely exciting, Melody admitted to herself. Not the kind of guy she'd usually go after, but she only needed to prove a point for now.

"He's clearly not the hottest guy in here," she whispered over her shoulder to Dean.

"Maybe," he answered. "But he'll be a real challenge for your skills."

Melody rolled her eyes and turned to face him. He was wearing a smug expression on his face that she hoped she could wipe off. She could see Dean was a real player and that girls came and went through his bed often enough. But although she only enjoyed the chase rather than actually getting involved with random people, she was a player herself and yet a skilled one. Only, unlike Dean's, her game stopped as soon as she had their number and their attention. It was easier this way. Melody's hunting strategy was sheer badassery. She had taken up on this attitude the minute they got into the business and, although she couldn't exactly say she was happy this way, it did keep her sane. Kill as many sons of bitches they could. Save lives. Be lethal. And apart from Emma, don't let any other person get to you. She saw how it had killed her sister to leave her old boyfriend behind. Emma had loved Ethan with all her might. So Melody promised herself she'd never get too attached to people, because in this life they were currently living, they left people behind. So she went around, dazzled some poor idiots and broke their hearts.

"You've got yourself a bet, Winchester," she smirked and him and went off to work her charm on Mr. Bond in the corner.

Emma smiled a little and shook her head. She didn't even need to watch her to foresee what would happen. Guys liked straight-forward girls and that, Melody was. She'd just sit down and ask him to buy her a drink, and he'd be dumb folded. The rest would go smooth and fast. Dean had gotten himself a bet with a pro.

"I take it you're used to it?" Sam smiled at her and she chuckled.

"I take it so are you?"

They both laughed, and Sam nodded, looking in his brother's direction, who was whispering something in the blonde girl's ear. Way to go.

"A shamelessly-flirting Melody was already enough for me," Emma said, sipping her beer. "A male shamelessly-flirting Melody teaming up with my Melody is more than the world can handle."

Sam laughed whole-heartedly and Emma could see that he related. After all, Dean and Melody were the same at the core and dealing with their volcanic nature had to have been the same for each of their siblings.

Sam was going to add something when they both saw Melody walking towards them, proudly holding a napkin in her hand. Emma was sure that she would've fluttered it at them hadn't it been for the poor guy still watching her as she walked away. She caught Dean's eye and mouthed 'I win' to him just as the blonde girl was writing her number in his palm. Emma felt the urge to roll her eyes. Wasn't that cliché?

"You may have won the bet," Dean told Melody as he sat back at their table, then he showed her the digits written in his palm. "But I definitely didn't lose, Rapunzel."

Melody snickered at him then she went to get another round. Emma agreed to a shot of something stronger herself, so Sam offered to help Melody with the drinks.

"Okay, short stuff, your turn," Dean told Emma excitedly, rubbing his hands together and scanning the crowd for a potential male victim. "Let's see you break some hearts."

Emma blushed a little and shot him an embarrassed smile.

"Sorry, Dean," she told him. "Wrong girl for the job. Usually Melody does the flirting and I sit back and enjoy myself."

Dean watched her for a few seconds, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"What?" Emma asked him when he wouldn't drop her gaze.

"So you don't flirt? All the hunters flirt. All the hunters have flings."

"I don't," she sighed. "And Melody doesn't do flings either. This is just entertainment. We're both decent girls. A couple of girls hunting alone, roaming bars full of jerks, that's not the most pleasant thing and people tend to get the wrong idea. I'd rather be feared than desired."

Dean was still looking at her funny and Emma wished she could've been as tipsy as him right now and stop throwing Zen crap at him. Finally, he broke her gaze and slammed his hands on the table right before Sam and Melody put the drinks down.

"Well, if picking up hotties isn't up for discussion," he told her, "we might as well have our fun. Drink up, short stuff."

She eyed the tiny glass funny and weighted Dean's words. She was usually the calculated one, never drinking on the job, and now was definitely a bad moment, considering they had an army of angels on their tails. But somehow, she decided to screw it all. So she picked up the shot, threw her head back and drank it, feeling the alcohol slowly burning down her throat.

"'Atta girl," Dean mumbled, while Sam chuckled and her sister cheered.

"Shit," Emma coughed, but smiled in spite of herself. Yeah, she was determined to have some fun.

Lots of drinks later that everyone lost track of, Emma was already laughing and joking, her speaking already a little slurred. Melody loves seeing her so carefree for a change. Emma was always so sane and reasonable and careful and sometimes, Melody hated that. She hated to be the little sister, always the one looked after, always reckless, always screwing up. She hated that Emma had to always take care of her and not be able to take more care of herself, because God knew she needed it. If Melody had had her way, she would've taken every ounce of hardship from her sister's heart and carry it all on her shoulders. She was strong enough and she wished Emma didn't have to. But she would settle for this. Although she was kinda tipsy herself, she enjoyed seeing her older sister loosen up a little and smile a real smile.

"One more," Emma yelled as she placed another empty glass on the table, Dean cheering for her in the background. Melody laughed and, although she knew this meant killer hangover in the morning, it was all worth having fun tonight. So she made her way to the bar and asked for four more shots.

As she waited for her drinks, she felt a hand sliding around her waist. She turned around to see some fugly dude standing way to close for her to be uncomfortable. Her first instinct was to kick, but she didn't want to make a scene and get herself thrown out of the bar. So she smiled bitchy at him and smacked his hand away.

"Can I help you?" she used her coldest voice she was capable of.

" Aw, come on, baby, don't be a pouter," he tried to whisper seductively into her ear, but Melody found herself disgusted, the guy's breath smelling like cheap cigarettes and alcohol. She put a hand on his chest and shoved him a little, enough to send the message.

"Touch me again and you'll lose a few fingers," she told him softly, keeping a smile on her face the whole time, but dangerous and threatening nonetheless.

The guy, however, ignored her and proceeded to slide his dirty hands along her arms and Melody shivered in disgust.

"Don't worry, babe, I love it when they play hard to get."

Melody smacked his hands away and the guy kept finding ways to touch her, so she gritted her teeth and was about to twist his arm really painfully when she felt a presence behind her. She turned around only to face Sam's chest. She knew he was absurdly tall, but right now, he seemed somehow even taller, like he was crunching and now he used every inch of his height.

"Is there a problem, Melody?" he asked her, but his gaze was fixated on the guy, fierce and dangerous. For a tiny second, Melody admitted to herself dangerous looked hot on him.

The guy's face fell the second he saw Sam, and he now looked like he just wanted to disappear, terrified.

"Nah, bro, we were just talkin'," the bastard managed to mutter, swallowing hard. Melody almost pitied him, seeing as Sam looked like a force of nature. Almost. Not really that much, actually.

"Well, she doesn't want to talk to you." Sam dropped his voice, making Melody shiver a little, too. "So get lost."

They guy didn't need to be told this twice, he turned around and disappeared into the crowd. Melody let out an appreciation whistle, chuckling at Sam.

"You okay?" he asked her as soon as the guy was out of their sight.

"I'm fine. And I can take care of myself just fine, you know."

Sam half-smiled at her.

"I know you can," he said. "I was actually worried about the guy's safety. He had no idea what he was getting himself into."

Melody threw her head back laughing.

"You'd know, huh, Sam? I did take you out."

Sam looked down, fighting a smile. That hadn't been one of his proudest moments, but he had to admit, the girl had it in her. She was a little taller than Emma, but she was still short, only reaching his shoulder. And she had still managed to knock him out.

"You're never going to let me forget that, are you?"

"Not a chance in hell, big guy," Melody chuckled and Sam found himself unable to hold back and laughed, too.

"I'm going to the bathroom and then I'll come help you with the drinks," Sam told her, still smiling. "Will you be fine by yourself?"

Melody rolled her eyes.

"Don't make me punch you, Winchester."

He laughed and walked away, leaving Melody still waiting for those drinks. She glared at the bartender to let him know she was growing impatient and he shrugged apologetically, pointing at all the people waiting for their drinks, too.

She sighed and rested her elbows on the counter, oblivious to all the eyes turning to her. Melody was beautiful. With her long blondish curls and her green eyes surrounded by thick long lashes, with her curvy, average-height body, her pale skin and her diva attitude her sister always teased her about. She was unaware of how many men wanted her, but she still acted like they all did and it gave her a confident, sexy look. Right before the angel attack, Melody had been having the perfect high school experience and she was really enjoying it. She wasn't the popular Queen Bee type, she just had this thing about her, this talent, like Emma called it, this ability to shine, to attract people, to be the heart of every room she walked into. She had lost that when she was forced to leave without looking over her shoulder. But she was still her. Still passionate. Still devoted, even if this time, it was to hunting, still pouring all her heart in what she believed in. This was where the differences between her and Emma started. Emma was the subtle presence in a room. The kind that you barely observe, but when you do, she had the power to shyly-smile and puppy-eye her way to anyone's heart. She was shorter than her younger sister and her beauty was a little more exotic, with deep brown eyes, with dark hair and tanned skin and a slim, elegant body. Of course, she was lethal in a fight, her movements precise and sharp, calculated, but in the everyday life, she was clumsy and awkward and sheepish. Melody laughed to herself. She was curious how all these traits of theirs looked on the Winchesters. After all, that's where they had gotten them from.

"You changed your mind yet, sugar?"

Melody groaned in frustration, recognizing the voice of the guy from earlier. Some people just can't take a hint. Had he really waited for Sam to step away in order to make another move on her? Was he really that idiot? She was the one he should be afraid of.

"Look, man," she turned around, looking at him threateningly, speaking low and angrily. "I don't want to make a scene. So back the hell off and get away from me, because you're really getting on my nerves and I'm drunk and being nice is exhausting."

The guy smiled dumbly at her, reaching for her ass.

"Babe, you—"

Before he could finish his sentence and before his hand could touch her, Melody grabbed his hand and twisted it around, without really breaking it, but wishing she had, and then she clenched her fist, tilting her wrist down and sending her arm flying, her knuckles making contact with the douchebag's nose. Her punch caught him by surprise and he stumbled on his feet and next thing he knew, he was laying on his back, Melody flexing her hand and glaring murderously down at him.

"I told you to back the hell off," she hissed at him.

She looked around, expecting to see people gathered around watching the freak show and shook their heads disapprovingly, or maybe find the bartender waiting to throw her out, but instead, the few people who had actually witnessed the scene were nodding in appreciation. Well, it's not every day that you get to see a chick standing up for herself and punch a jackass.

She smiled a little and turned around. A few feet away from her was Sam, looking at her with his eyebrows raised, arms extended in confusion.

"I left you alone for, like, two minutes," he told Melody, and she just grinned.

"Told you I can take care of myself."

Sam shook his head, but Melody knew he was impressed. She was, after all, the girl who had taken out Sam Winchester.

Emma and Dean, however, were entirely clueless to what had happened with their siblings. They were still sitting at them table where Sam and Melody had left them, laughing and reminiscing.

"Melody loved that swing," Emma explained, focused as if she was giving life lessons. "Dad built it for us when we were little and she just looooved it. And one day –" She stopped to chuckle a little at the memory. "It had rained all night. And the next day, she fell off the swing, straight into a puddle of mud."

She was laughing hysterically by now, and Dean joined her, partly because of the story, and partly because of her contagious laughter.

"Straight into the mud," she emphasized. "And she got up crying, half of her face covered in mud. It was hilariooous."

They both laughed at the idea of Melody's face half covered in mud and Dean held up his hands to catch Emma's attention.

"Okay, okay, but get this. Sam believed in the Easter bunny until he was 12."

Emma threw her head back, laughing even harder than before, clapping her hands. That's when Sam and Melody returned to the table with four new drinks and all it took was one look at Sam before she truly lost it. She pointed her finger at him and her whole body was shaking with laughter.

"Bunny," was all she managed to say, talking about the Easter bunny incident, but as soon as she spoke the word, she couldn't get the image of Sam dressed like a giant bunny out of her head and nearly fell off her chair laughing.

Dean caught her elbow and steadied her in her seat, chuckling at her clumsiness and impossibility to make any sense.

"Is she okay?" Sam eyed her curiously.

Melody laughed.

"She's not that used to drinking," she explained. "And she's had a lot of drinks. She's okay now, but tomorrow's hangover will look even funnier on her."

Emma kept looking at Sam and laughing as she imagined long bunny ears coming out of his fabulous hair and him wiggling his tiny tail.

"Sam would be a cute bunny," she concluded, wiping tears of her laughter out of the corners of her eyes and trying to keep a straight face for a change, but failed anyway and burst into another round of laughter.

"Okay, short stuff," Dean stepped in. "That might be enough for you."

She narrowed her eyes at him and muttered 'party breaker', but even drunk, she knew it would've been useless to argue with them since they'd just drag her out anyway.

"One more," she held a finger raised at him and grabbed the shot Melody had brought for her. She smiled sheepishly at the three of them after she drank it and stood up, only to fall back in her seat, finding out her balance wasn't as sharp as she had expected.

Dean sighed, an amused look on his face, and he took her hand, helping her stand up, then he placed her arm over his shoulder and his arm around her waist so that he could carry her to the car.

"Alright, guys, let's take Happy Feet home," he told Sam and Melody over his shoulder and nearly dropped Emma when she launched herself into a new round of hysterical laughter.

"I'm proud to be Happy Feet," she giggled.

Melody found herself sobered up by the cold air of the night and she hoped it would have the same effect on her sister, but Emma didn't seem to have a problem with it.

"You want me to drive?" Sam asked Dean and he was rewarded with a glare from his older brother. He shrugged innocently. "What? You had a lot to drink. "

"Yeah, well, you drank, too," Dean retorted. "And the only drunk person I trust enough to drive my baby is me."

"You're bossy," Emma frowned at Dean as he placed her in the backseat of the Impala and he smiled a little at the déjà vu.

"And you're drunk," he told her as he went to climb into the driver's seat.

Emma felt her sister sliding in the car next to her and she let her head rest on her shoulder, closing her eyes for a little bit, still chuckling softly. She heard Dean mutter 'atta girl' and everything after that went blank.

A.N. Okay, so this might be the longest one so far, but I just couldn't stop writing it and didn't want to leave out anything of how I pictured it. Hope you liked it, though! I hope I'll be able to post another one asap. Lots of love! xoxo