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Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews guys. I wasn't going to put out another chapter till the weekend but I changed my mind since today is the anniversary of when the first Supernatural episode aired. That's right peeps it's been a whole year! Hope you enjoy it.

I don't shop.

"How's my baby?"

I asked Sunday morning when Uncle Dean and Cassie walked through the door. I was told to take it easy for a while so that my bones could heal but I hate sitting still so I'm usually walking around whenever my dad isn't home.

"Sorry kiddo, she's going to be in the shop awhile," Dean said grabbing a piece of my bacon.

"But she is fixable?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course she is. Where's your dad?"

"In his room. He's on the phone with Kelly."

"Are you going out with her today?" Cassie asked taking a seat in the recliner.

"Yeah, but dad says she can't keep me out long because I'm not supposed to be on my ankle."

"You should just say it's bothering you to much to go out at all," Dean suggested while grabbing the remote from my lap.

"Yeah, well I tried that. Dad saw right through it."

Speaking of, my dad walked into the living room and took a seat next to his brother grabbing the remote from him.

"Kelly will be here in an hour to pick you up."

"When do I get to come home?"

Dean snorted and dad glared at him.

"You should be home by 3 because Missouri is coming over to see how you're progressing with the telekinesis."

"Oh…okay."

I didn't say anything else because I didn't want them to know what I had recently discovered. I couldn't move things with my mind anymore. When they brought me home two days ago and I was lying in my bed I tried to bring my book over but it didn't budge. It didn't even shake a little. I don't know what's wrong but it's probably not good.

"Alright I'm better get ready then." I said while standing up from the couch.

"You need help?" My dad and Uncle asked instantly.

I laughed at their over protectiveness, "Since I'm going to be taking a shower, no."

Dad sighed, "I wish you would at least use your crutches."

"They slow me down. "

"Having a permanent limp is going to slow you down in the long run." Dean rationalized.

"Whatever I'll use them for today but tomorrow they're getting thrown out. I'm not going to be the one everyone hates in school because they're holding up the whole hallway."

I grabbed the crutches and headed for the bathroom. After I showered, very carefully due to my ribs and ankle, I went into my room to change. I pulled on a Black Sabbath t-shirt and some comfortable jeans. After adding all my accessories I walked back into the living room to see Kelly sitting talking to everyone else except my Uncle.

"So where are we going?"

I asked heading over to where my coat was lying on the arm rest. My dad got up to help me pull it on.

"I thought we could go clothes shopping at the mall," She said excitedly causing my Uncle to laugh.

"I don't shop." I said plainly.

"What do you mean you don't shop? You have to buy clothes don't you?"

"Usually I just get the old shirts Uncle Dean can't fit into anymore and if I have to I'll shrink them in the wash to fit me."

Kelly gave my father and Uncle a disgusted look then turned on her smile again towards me.

"Well, it looks like you're going to need a lesson in shopping doesn't it?"

"Not if she doesn't want one," Dean said firmly.

"It's okay Uncle Dean. While I'm there maybe I can check out the record store and see if anything good's around."

"Alright then! Let's head out!"

I rolled my eyes and followed Kelly outside. We got into her little Saturn car and I winced when she put in a Kelly Clarkson CD.

"I'm glad we finally have a chance to talk without your dad or Uncle around."

"Why don't you want them around?" I asked as she pulled out of the parking spot.

"Well, there are certain questions I need to ask you about them."

"Like what?"

"We can get to those later. Let's just have fun shall we?"

Of all things I had that day fun was not one of them. She bought three pairs of jeans that'll I never wear because of two reasons: one they're too tight and two they have sequence on them. She also bought me five shirts, some of which I will only wear when I want to meet guys others of which I will throw away as soon as I see a dumpster. We were sitting in the food court eating Wendy's when I brought up the subject of those questions.

"So what were those questions you wanted to ask me?"

"Oh right those. Yes well, your father gave me the impression that your Uncle is over a quite a bit is that true?"

"Yeah, practically everyday."

"I was afraid of that. Now I know this may be a sensitive subject but I must ask because you grew up around three older men. Did they ever…touch you in bad ways Melanie?"

I started to choke on my soda. After I regained my composure I picked up my cup and threw it in her face.

"You bitch! How dare you even think that they would do that to me! You're a sick freak! Oh my god! I can't believe you seriously just asked me that!"

She was appalled at what I had done but she calmly wiped her face off and took my hand.

"I had to ask Melanie. I mean… I know your Uncle Dean and I know he likes to be with a lot of women."

I slapped her, hard, across the face. I grabbed my crutches and stood up.

"My Uncle loves me more than anyone and he would never do something like that to me or to anyone else for that matter, you stupid bitch. I'm going to tell you this nicely." My voice turned dangerously icy, "You stay away from me. But most of all you stay away from my Dad. He doesn't need you and I certainly don't need you. We've been doing just fine on our own for the past 17 years. So don't ever speak to us again. And for the last fucking time, my name is Mel!"

I left all the things she had bought me and walked out of the food court. I hopped on the 14 bus and high tailed it home. When I opened the door my Uncle and Cassie turned to look at me and my dad jumped up and smiled.

"Hey sweetheart, how was it?"

I slammed the door behind me and went straight for my room and slammed that door too. I heard my Uncle Dean say as I walked away,

"I'm guessing not very well."

My dad was at my door in a matter of seconds.

"Mel, what happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it, dad."

"Where's Kelly?"

"Probably still in the food court," I said while lying down on my bed.

"How did you get home?"

"Bus."

"Mel, if you don't tell me I'll call her and ask."

"And she'll lie to you."

"So why can't you just tell me?"

I got up and limped over to my door. I opened it and walked past him into the living room and sat next to Uncle Dean. He looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. My dad came in and sat down next to me. He took my hand in his and squeezed it.

"She asked me a really uncomfortable, stupid, ridiculous, and upsetting question and I just freaked out and left."

"What did she ask?"

"She asked me if…" I cast a glance at my Uncle and then looked back at my hands, "It doesn't matter what she asked that's just how I left it. I told her to stay away from this family from now on."

"Okay now I know the question has something to do with me by the way you just looked at me so just tell us, Mel." My Uncle said sternly.

I decided to just blurt it out, "She asked if any of you had touched me inappropriately. She thinks growing up with you, Gramps, and Uncle Dean something might have happened. I freaked out, called her a bitch, slapped her, and threw my drink in her face," I paused a moment, "Not in that order." I directed all this to my dad to afraid at what my Uncle's reaction would be.

"Fucking bitch!" My Uncle bellowed.

"Dean!" Cassie and my Dad yelled.

My dad took a deep breath and then yelled, "I can't believe she would even think that!"

"Mel, you know that we would never do something like that to you right?" My Uncle asked earnestly.

"Of course Uncle Dean!" I reassured him.

There was a knock at the door and I hobbled over to answer it. When I opened it my jaw dropped.

"You are not seriously standing there right now."