I know this is mega, mega short but I had to complete this last bit before moving on. And can I just say that even I started to tear up at the end of this chapter I mean just the FEEEEEEELLLLSSSSS! Also...CASTIEEELLLLLL! HE'S TALKING TO MELODY, DO YOU EVEN KNOW CAUSE I'M JUST LIKE CAAAAAASSSS!

Ok, I'm calm now...sort of...

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural...I only own Melody...

"I can't explain it," the doctor shook his head as he stared down at Dean's charts. He had woken up several minutes ago. Sam was standing near the end of the bed, Melody had taken a seat next to her big brother gripping his hand tightly as if she was afraid to let him go. The doctor continued, "The edema's managed, the internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You got to have some kind of angel watching over you."

"Thanks doc," Dean smiled at him. The man left the room quietly, leaving the siblings alone in the room. Dean looked back at his brother and sister, "You said a reaper was after me?"

"Yeah," Sam answered and Melody just nodded.

"How'd I ditch it?"

"You got me," the youngest shrugged. Melody knocked her shoulder against her oldest brother's,

"So you really don't remember anything?" Dean shook his head,

"No…except this pit in my stomach." He sighed, "Something's wrong." Melody tightened her grip on Dean, afraid because she could feel something too. The air was…wrong. Heavy and weighed down, like something bad was going to happen.

The Winchester siblings all turned their heads toward the sound of soft knocks at the door. John Winchester stood at the entrance and grinned at his oldest son, "How you feeling dude?"

Dean shrugged, "Fine I guess. I'm alive."

John smiled fully at him, "Well that's what matters."

"Where were you last night?" Sam asked him and Melody sighed. She did not want him to start anything right now. John slowly moved his eyes toward Sam's,

"I had some things to take care of."

"Well that's specific," Sam said not hiding his passive aggressive tone. Melody leaned her head on Dean's shoulder, too tired to try and play the peacekeeper. Dean took the lead,

"Come on, Sam." He said gently but Sam ignored him and questioned,

"Did you go after the demon?"

John shook his head, "No."

"You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam seemed to be preparing himself for a fight. Dean rolled his eyes and gave Melody a look that said 'he's really doing this now'?

Seeming tired and drained John stepped into the room, "Can we not fight right now? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Look Sammy I've…I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just…I don't want to fight anymore okay?"

Sam could see past his dad's exterior but not complete. He could just tell something was wrong, just like Dean had said earlier, "Dad are you alright?"

Melody thought she saw tears begin to form at the base of her dad's eyes as he slowly smiled at Sam, "Yeah…yeah I'm just a little tired." He glanced at Melody then back to Sam, "Hey would you two mind uh…getting me a cup of caffeine?"

The youngest nodded, "Yeah…sure," and slowly walked out of the room. Melody knew it only took one person to get one cup of coffee but she didn't say anything, just stood up from the bed giving Dean's hand a quick squeeze then walked around her father.

John reached out a hand to stop her. Melody looked up at him and felt her brow scrunch up, "Dad? What's up?"

"Just…just make sure he doesn't put too much sugar in the drink." He said swallowing hard. Melody nodded,

"Yeah, of course…" she trailed off, chewed her lip then stood on her toes and placed a quick kiss to his cheek, "love ya pop." She mumbled walking out of the room without looking back.

Dean watched his father. He seemed to be looking after his two youngest kids in longing. Confused and concerned Dean slowly asked from his seat, "What is it?"

John seemed to come out of a trance and turned to face his oldest son, "You know when uh—when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be—I'd be wrecked. And you—you'd come up to me and you'd put your hand on my shoulder, and you'd look me in the eye and you'd…" his voice cracked and now his eyes turned red,

"You would say, 'it's okay, dad'." He let out a sharp breath, "Dean…I'm sorry."

Fighting back a lump in his own throat Dean asked, "Why?"

"You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I should have been saying that to you. You know I put…I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy—of Melody. You took care of me. You did that, and didn't complain—not once."

One single, solitary tear fell down his face, "I just want you to know…that I am so proud of you."

Dean felt tears burn at the edges of his own eyes, "This really you talking?"

John let out a breathy, shaking laugh, "Yeah…yeah it's really me." He sniffled as Dean asked,

"Why are you saying this stuff?" John swallowed and stood closer to him, placing a hand on his son's shoulder he said,

"I want you to watch out for your brother and sister, okay?"

"Yeah dad," he nodded almost automatically, "you know I will." Then said in a quivering voice, "You're scaring me."

John shook his head as another tear fell down his cheek, "Don't be scared, Dean." He swallowed again and leaned in, whispering the two greatest, most terrible secrets he had ever kept. Turning the burden from himself over to his oldest…and that would be his final act in the world of the living.

Melody linked her arm with Sam's, "She was totally flirting with you, how could you not see it?"

"I think…dad?" they both stopped in their tracks. John was lying on the floor in an empty room, completely still. Sam barely heard his sister scream as they both rushed into the room, kneeling down next to their father's limp body and calling out for help.

Melody barely registered being pulled back away from her father as he was carted off to a different room. She hardly remembered getting Dean out of his bed and could barely feel Sam's tight grip around her as they watched the doctors and nurse work frantically to bring their father back.

And she barely heard the flatline or the nurses call the time of death…all she could see was her father's cold, dead body.

August 16, 2006

Dad is dead. Gone, dead…not here with us anymore. I…can't think. We uh we went spend a few days working a job at a carnival in Wisconsin. We met one of dad's old friends, Ellen. She had a daughter, Jo…annoying little girl. I mean she did punch Dean, which was cool but the rest of the time? I don't know maybe if my father hasn't just died I would have been a little more patient with Dean's flirting but I just could not handle it. I'll need to ask her to forgive me for elbowing her in the face…feel a little bad about that.

We're back at Bobby's though. Dean is working on the Impala. Sam and him are talking…probably about their behavior. They have both been acting weird. Neither are really all that open about how they're feeling whereas me well…compared to them I'm a regular sob fest. Honestly I have to stupidest brothers sometimes. I think that

Melody glanced up and saw Sam walk back to the main house quickly. She was sitting a few feet away in a shaded spot as she watched her older brother work on the car. They had been talking and as Sam walked off, she could see Dean's clenched, tight jaw.

He picked up a crowbar, seemed to weigh it in his hands and then smashed the crowbar into a car window. Melody slowly stood up, forgetting completely about her open journal as it topple to the ground. Dean breathed heavily, not noticing his sister, and began slamming the crowbar onto the trunk of the Impala repeatedly.

Melody almost ran over to him, terrified of her brother's sudden fit of rage and stopped just a few feet away watching as he continued to pound against the car. Finally he stopped, panting and leaned against the trunk of the car, crowbar falling to the ground.

Dean finally took notice of his sister. Turning to face her he fought his quivering lip and tightened his fists. Slowly, Melody closed the distance between them as she stared up at her big brother. "D…Dean?"

He fumed, "Leave me alone." And turned his back on her fighting back the onslaught of tears that he knew would come up soon. He heard Melody whimper and looked back, concerned. She had her arms held out, the way a child would silently ask for a hug, and started sobbing.

"P…p-please Dean…" Letting out his own shaking, sharp breath he quickly grabbed his baby sister and felt her bury her face into his shoulder. They both cried together and Dean swallowed, resting his chin on her shoulder he started to sing very softly, just loud enough for himself and her to hear,

"When the night has come…and the land is dark," he felt Melody tighten her grip around him and he gently ran a hand over her hair, "and the moon is the only light we'll see."

Sniffling Melody began to sing the next part, "No I won't…be a-afraid oh I won't…be afraid just as long as," she let out a loud sob and blubbered the next line, "you s-stand…"

She couldn't finish it and only cried louder burying her head into Dean's shoulder. As her tears soaked through the fabric of his shirt Dean chocked out the last bit and rocked his sister, "Stand by me…"

Ok...Winchesterfeels...everywhere...

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