So this got long haha. Be prepared, there are Winchesterfeels and plenty of sibling fights ahead. And I'm pretty sure next chapter is the chapter where (insert fangirl squee) CASTIEL comes in! AH! I am sooooo excited! I've made my decision on where and what I'm going to do with the Melody/Castiel thing. And boy is it a doozy! So many plot twists! Bah, okay I'll let you get on with this chapter. And GET EXCITED BECAUSE CASTIEL!

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


It had been two days since Dean died, and Melody had yet to say a word outside of arguing with her brother. Her and Sam were at Bobby's place, going through the motions not really hunting or trying anymore. They still hadn't burned Dean's body, like Melody and Bobby both wanted to do. It was only right. Dean was a hunter…he deserved a hunter's funeral. But Sam would not hear of it.

This particular evening was no different. Sam bounded down the steps, his sister close behind him as she sighed, "Sam…please it's what he would want."

The youngest went into the kitchen and pulled out a beer from the fridge, "You don't know that." He grumbled popping off the top and taking a large gulp from the bottle. Melody slowly walked up to him,

"Look…I'm not trying to tell you what to do—"

"Why because you're the oldest now?" Sam asked, eyes growing dark. Melody just clenched her jaw and took in a deep breath counting back from ten.

"No…no that's not what I'm doing. Sam, we're family. We're all we have left and the only way me and you are going to be able to stick together is if we work this out. Please I…Dean is gone. It's horrible and shitty and I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest but…but we have to carry on."

"So we just burn his remains? Leave him to rot in hell and not do anything to try and get him out?" Sam threw out his arms, exasperated. "Come on Mel. He's our brother we can't just leave him down there."

"Dammit Sam there's nothing we can do for him!" Melody shouted fists clenching as all of her frustrations, her depression and every other emotion came boiling up to the surface. "Dean. Is. Dead. He's gone, and no power on this useless rock can bring him back!"

"You don't know that!" Sam screamed at her, set down his beer glass firmly and walked out of the kitchen. Melody followed after him, not finished with him.

Deciding that—even if she hated it—she had to use her authority as the oldest sibling now. She reached out, grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. For a moment, Sam marveled at his sister's strength. She was only five foot seven and thin but she packed a powerful punch. "Hey! Okay you're right, I'm the oldest now, and I say we are going to burn Dean's body! I can't just sit around and wait for him to rot while you go gallivanting to wherever the hell you're thinking of just so you can search for a lost cause!"

Sam yanked his arm out of her hold. He knew she was probably right. And he knew there was a one in a million chance of him finding a way to bring Dean back. But Sam would not and could not accept that. And he needed his sister to either help him or get out of the way. Seeing her face now, the determination in her eyes…Sam knew he'd rather have her out of the way. So he went for the low blows and started to push her away with his words. Hurting her intentionally…and killing himself on the inside for what he was about to say.

"You don't love him." Sam growled at her which caused a flash of shock to fall over her soft features. Melody stepped back from him,

"What?"

Sam raised his voice, "You don't love him! How can you call yourself his sister when you aren't even fighting to get him back?! You know what? You never really fought for any of us. When dad went missing sure you searched for him, but you only did it because Dean wanted to. When dad died? You just let it happen, you didn't fight. And now that Dean's gone? You're not fighting again!"

He pulled back slightly, regarded her in cold, quiet fury, "I bet you didn't even fight for me—"

SMACK

Sam's face whipped to the side, cheek burning and slowly turning a faint shade of pink. Melody had slapped him across the face so hard, even her hand was starting to throb in pain. She ignored it and just stared up at her little brother, all evidence of hurt from what he had said to her gone. Instead, silent fury was written across her face and she breathed hard through her nose.

"Fuck you." She said in quiet, barely contained rage. She opened her mouth to say something else but decided against it and instead brushed past him and slammed open the front door. Sam, realizing what he had just done but not acknowledging it glanced over his shoulder at her. "Where are you going?"

"Far away from you!" she screamed at him from the porch, "You know what? Bury Dean, burn him, do whatever the fuck you want! I'm done! See you again never Sam!"

Melody turned and sprinted down the porch to the main garage. Dean's Impala was sitting there; Bobby's mustang was just outside of the garage and next to the Impala sat a 1969 Dodge Charger in a deep royal blue. It had always been her car, though Melody had only ever driven the car three other times. But Bobby had always kept it for her whenever she needed it.

And now she needed it. She could hear Sam calling out for her, but she ignored him and ran to the Impala. Throwing open the backseat doors she reached in and grabbed her bags that she had left there. She hadn't even bothered to move her stuff inside Bobby's home thinking that she and Sam would be back on the road fairly soon. She popped open the Impala's trunk, stuffed her weapons into her duffle bag. One long silver hunting knife, one iron knife, two pistols—a 1911 and a compact 9mm—and a sawed off shotgun. She grabbed a handful of ammo, knowing she could just make her own later and slammed the trunk down.

"Melody?" she glanced up, it was Bobby. He was walking towards the garage, concern written on his face. She didn't want to deal with him or have to deal with the awkward goodbyes. So she sprinted around to the driver side of her Charger, got in the driver's seat and let out a sigh of relief. Bobby had even left the keys on the dash for her.

Quickly, she spurred the engine to life, put it into drive and slammed her foot down on the gas petal. The blue Charger pealed out of the garage, sending dirt and dust flying everywhere even a few specks into Bobby.

As she drove off down the road, glancing back to make sure nobody was following her she pressed her foot even harder onto the gas petal. She didn't know where she was going, didn't even know what she was going to do. But she knew one thing. She was not going to be Melody Jean Winchester anymore. That girl could be dead for all she cared.


May 21, 2008

I've been on the road for a couple of weeks now. I'm not too sure where I'm going. I've just been driving. Stopping at a few rest stops, having idle conversations with people. I went to a bar last night, but I couldn't bring myself to drink anything. It was weird. Normally I can drink whatever I want whenever I want but…something just made me not want anything. I mean even the bartender was pretty damn cute, I could have gotten him easy but…even with that I just didn't care. Dammit Sam…why the hell did he say those things to me? What the hell is his fucking problem? I do care. I love Dean, and I can hardly think straight knowing that he's down there in the pit suffering. I don't care about Sam though. He can do whatever the hell he wants. I'm done with him, done with being a hunter, done with everything. Maybe I'll…get a job or…something…


June 17, 2008

I got a job. Well it more fell into my lap. See I had just been driving around the country, mostly bored. There wasn't really anything for me to do so normally I would find the local library of the town I was in and just read all day. I know, not very exciting but I've missed out on so much. I was never really into reading, it was just never my thing but…I mean the things I've read! The Great Gatsby, Wuthering Heights, Grapes of Wrath, Of Mice and Men, East of Eden! And so much more! I finished the entire Harry Potter series in two weeks. I stayed in this one small town, checked out the whole series and just read the books. I hardly left the motel room. Then I checked out from another town The Hobbit. I have actually read that one before when I was a kid. And I wanted to read it again. Then and technically now, I ended up in Nebraska.

Well I found the local library. Tiny little place but they had a pretty large selection. Anyways I checked out The Fellowship of the Ring because well, I have seen the movies and since I've read The Hobbit I figured I read the other books too. So I had the book and right down the street is this tiny little diner. I go in there, intending to get lunch and just read but somehow I ended up getting a job. I don't know, maybe I'm just tired of being on the run. Maybe I'm just bored and need something to do. Maybe I miss Dean too much…maybe I miss Sam…


July 25, 2008

Update on the job…I hate it. I mean, it's decent work. I'm on my feet all damn day (waitress) and I have to deal with people and I've never been too fond of people, but everybody tips really well. I'm still living out of a motel room. I pay monthly for the room so it's basically like an apartment, only the owner of the building said that the only way I could stay in the room for that long is if I cleaned it myself. I don't mind. Honestly the more work I have the less I time I have to think about my past. Oh and I finished up Fellowship of the Ring and am half way through The Two Towers. What a series! I can't believe I've spent my whole life not reading! I blame Dean…

Dean…here I go thinking about him. I called Bobby again today. We talk at least twice a week. I keep him updated and he does the same for me. He hasn't heard from Sam at all, neither have I. Bobby told me that they ended up burying Dean in Pontiac, Illinois which is about six hours from where I am. Maybe I'll find out from Bobby exactly where Dean is and I'll go see him. I won't leave flowers though…he'd say it was too girly for him.


August 30, 2008

I still haven't mustered up the courage to go see Dean's grave. Bobby told me where to find it but I just…can't. It's too hard, the memories are still painful. All I can see is Dean writhing on the floor screaming and crying while the hellhounds dig into him, and me pinned to the damn wall…useless. I have nightmares about it. What little sleep I can get. At most, on a good night, I'll get up to four…maybe five hours of sleep. It's not so bad, I'm used to it by now.

There was a pretty nice man in the diner today though. I forgot his name, but he sat at the diner all morning and drank coffee while he read the paper. I had a decent conversation with him too. Just talking about this and that. He didn't ask anything personal of me, and I didn't ask anything back. He would scoff, point out something in the paper and then we would talk about it for a while. His favorite part seemed to be when he got to the comic strips.

Well this is where it gets weird. I turn around to help somebody and I look back…and he's gone. Coffee mug is just sitting there, half empty and the paper neatly folded. I asked my co-worker Heather where the guy had gone and she just stared at me like I had grown a second head. She said that there had been nobody sitting there. I showed her the coffee and the paper but she insisted that there hadn't been anyone. I mean…I don't even go by Melody Winchester anymore and still this freaky stuff seems to find me. I need a drink.


"Two burgers leave em bloody with everything!" Jamie Lynn shouted back at the cooks, placing the meal ticket where they would see it. The waitress turned around going to the counter and wiping it down quickly. It was around brunch time, most of the locals were either finishing up their meals or just coming in. The lunch rush was about to begin.

"Excuse me miss?" Jamie looked up and saw the same man who had been coming into the diner for over a month in his usual spot. She smiled warmly at him, turned for the coffee pot and looked back letting out a small breath of relief when she saw he hadn't disappeared again,

"Made it myself." She winked at him and smiled brightly, using her looks to her advantage. She basically lived on tips now a days, having refused to use her older ways of earning money or…stealing money.

"Jamie, order up for table five!" the cook, Levi shouted over the noise of the grills, ringing the bell. It shrilled and pierced the semi-calm atmosphere of the diner. Jamie picked up the plates, not really feeling the heat slowly burn her skin. She was used to it by now anyways.

She delivered the food, wiped down a few empty tables and went back behind the counter attending to her other customers at the bar. The bell above the door jingled, letting her know someone had walked in. She glanced up and grinned, her co-worker, Heather, had just walked in. Jamie looked up at the red head and sighed, "Late again red."

"What can I say? Jake just couldn't keep his hands off me." Heather grinned mischievously as she wrapped a stained apron around her waist.

Jamie just sighed, "Well at least pull your hair back today. You scared this kid half to death yesterday when he found a hair on his table." She whispered not wanting to draw attention from the other customers.

"Oh come on," Heather grumbled but did as she was told and started pulling her hair into a messy pony tail. She stared at her co-worker's golden hair; it was pinned back into her normal neat bun. "You know Jamie, I've never seen you outside of work. Why is that?"

The blonde just shrugged, refilled another customer's coffee mug, "Guess you could call me a bit of a loner."

"Oh come on. A hot piece like you could get anybody she wants. And with that car of yours," Heather gestured to the deep blue Dodge Charger sitting in the parking lot, "I bet all the guys just beg for your attention."

Jamie just laughed at her friend and moved to attend her tables. Jamie made her way back to the end of the bar where her usual customer still sat with the paper in his hands. "Anything good today?" She asked him leaning against the bar.

He just shrugged, "Oh the usual. World's about to end, the apocalypse is near, people disappearing and reappearing," he folded up the paper, "love brewing and friendships being rekindled. Families finding each other…you know. Normal day on planet Earth, and it's only September eighteenth! There's so much more ahead."

"It sounds pretty exciting," Jamie grinned at him. She was used to this by now. He always talked like this. In half riddles and half-truths. She didn't mind, she enjoyed the easy conversations with him. Jamie wiped at the bar idly and glanced up at him, "You know, all this time you've been sitting here and I've never gotten your name."

He glanced up at her; his eyes were a pale grey and soft barely there wrinkles crimped at the edges of his eyes. He had to be in at least his late forties, with salt and pepper hair, a square jaw and pin straight nose. "Oh…I've gone by many names over the years. Many people have called me so many different things, some of those names have been so complex I dare not to try and speak them myself." He smiled at her, "But…I suppose for now you can call me…Bill."

Jamie grinned, "Alright Bill. You got a last name?"

"Nope," Bill grinned. He reached back and pulled out a tan wallet. It looked fresh, like it had never been used before. He flipped open the leather, and started picking out several different pieces of cash. So much that it soon turned into a large wad of money. Bill held out the green pile to her, "Here."

"Uh…" Jamie hesitated, "are you sure you want to give me this big of a tip?"

Bill shook the money, "Of course I am. Today is a big day for you, your whole life is about to change. You're gonna need the spare cash, trust me." He winked and Jamie hesitantly took the money from his fingers. Jamie started counting the money, stopped half-way and looked back up. Bill was gone and in his place sat the coffee mug and paper. But…there was something different now. On top of the newspaper was a folded up note.

Jamie picked it up, glanced around and saw that no one was watching. She unfolded the note. It read:

Forgiveness is the hardest thing to come by. It can be difficult trying to forgive those who have hurt us. But it is a valued trait. One I find to be challenging even for myself sometimes.

I have enjoyed our chats, you are a kind hearted, just person. Much like your mother. Your father raised you well…as did your brothers. Do not forget who you are Melody Winchester and know that everyone lies…even the most divine of creatures. The truth will be revealed to you within due time. Until then, have an open mind. You're gonna need it.

G.

She froze, feeling a deathly cold chill consume her body. No. No way in hell could he have figured out who she was. Melody stood stock still in place, feeling all of the blood drain out of her face. "Jamie?"

Melody jumped three feet in the air, "What!"

Heather stepped back, concerned and a bit surprised herself, "Jamie are you alright?" Melody shook herself, remembering then that she had been going by Jamie Lynn the entire time she was living in Omaha.

"Uh…" she stuttered then realized that she was not safe. If that guy could figure out who she was, then others would too. With shaking hands she started to pull off her apron and threw it onto the counter. "I have to…I have to go." She bent down, picked up her brown messenger bag, stuffed her money and the note inside and pulled out her car keys.

"What? Go? Go where?" Heather followed her from behind the counter. Melody started unbuttoning her uniform revealing a pair of shorts, olive green shirt and her favorite worn cowboy boots.

Melody turned to her, threw the bundled up uniform into her arms and said quickly, "Look I quit okay? Keep whatever tips I left behind the counter, they're yours. Um…" she hesitated at the door, "look I'll probably never see you again so uh…bye." Melody gave Heather a fleeting side hug and then ran out the door. She quickly unpinned her bun letting her gold hair fall around her shoulders and fell into her car.

"Okay…okay…" she breathed slowly trying to think of what her first move should be. Things, need to get my things first. She spurred her engine to life and peeled out of the parking lot. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Melody screamed pounding her hands against the wheel. This was not supposed to happen, she was so careful!

Half an hour later, she was back in her car having thrown all of her things together into her large duffle bag and tossed it into the back seat. She had even changed into more suitable clothing. Ripped up black tights, white tank top and red plaid shirt with her leather vest over it. Melody stopped for a moment and realized it was practically the exact same outfit she had worn when Dean died four months ago. But she couldn't think about that, she needed to get out of this town and fast. She dug through her purse until she found her phone, a black sidekick she had stolen and was using a fake credit card to pay for the minutes.

Old habits die hard, she thought off handedly as she started to dial Bobby Singer. "Come on, come on!" she growled pressing the phone to her ear and driving down the road. After the third ring, the line was picked up.

"Kid?"

Melody let out a breath of relief, "Oh my god Bobby. Someone found out who I am."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I don't know I just…he left me a note and he knew about everything. About mom and dad and…and the boys and he knew my name! Shit Bobby what the hell am I supposed to do?" she came to a red light and stopped, the engine purring at her as if to try and calm her down.

"Alright look Melody just…just head over here alright? You ain't that far, we'll figure things out okay?"

The light turned green, Melody pulled away from the intersection aiming for the highway not wanting to take too long and take the back roads. "Okay…okay I'm coming to you right now. I'll be there in about two hours." She hung up the phone, not bothering with goodbyes and threw the device into the passenger seat. Melody spurred the engine on, pressing her foot harder onto the pedal as she raced down the highway heading for Singer Salvage Yard.


She had gotten there fifteen minutes before she thought she would be arriving. Melody pulled her Charger into the garage, killing the engine and jumping out of the car. She left the keys on the dash, intending to leave it there for Bobby. She would probably need a new car now if someone knew who she was. She reached in the back seat, pulled out her duffle bag, hefting it onto her shoulder and grabbed her cell phone before exiting the garage.

"Bobby?" she called out jumping up the steps onto the porch. Melody walked up to the open screen door and pounded on it, "Bobby! Where are you old man? I'm here!" She was about to open up the door herself but luckily her uncle came around the corner. Melody sighed, "There you are, you have no idea what I've been dealing with today."

He silently opened the door while she rambled on, not noticing his tense shoulders or wide, slightly tearful eyes. "I mean, first there was this family that was just…awful. The kids were a pair of twerps, I mean, they kept throwing their food at each other and the damn parents weren't doing a damn thing about it."

Melody threw out her hands, dropped her bag on the floor where it gave a loud thump and put her hands on her hips. She watched the floor as she started to pace not hearing Bobby say gently, "Kid listen…"

"And then I had to clean it all up of course. Oh and get this…they only tipped me like two dollars! What the hell kind of person does that? But…let me get to the good stuff. Here," she turned kneeled down grabbing her purse out of her duffle. "See there's been this guy coming into the diner and—ah!"

Melody screamed, shrill and loud and dropped her purse its contents scattering across the floor. She threw her hands over her mouth, felt her knees start to quake and her whole body tremble.

"Hey squirt," Dean smiled brightly at her, arms at his sides as he came out of the kitchen into the room she and Bobby were standing in.

"No…no you're…" Melody backed up, legs bumping into Bobby's desk and froze in place. She shook her head back and forth, hands still covering her mouth as it gaped open. She glanced at Bobby, searching for an answer.

Her uncle nodded, "Yeah…I had basically the same reaction."

"Is…is he…?" she trembled pointing a quivering finger at Dean. Bobby just nodded again. Melody stared back at her brother. He looked…normal. No cuts, no bruises. No evidence that he had even been dead. "De…Dean? Dean you're…"

He slowly walked further into the room, "I know Mels." That set off the water works for her.

"I…I never thought I'd hear you say that again," the tears fell freely from her eyes and she felt her knees completely give out underneath her. Dean reacted quickly, and closed the distance between them running up to her and catching his sister by the arms.

"Whoa, whoa Mels…it's alright. It's okay I'm here, I'm here." Dean's voice cracked on his last word, and he started to silently cry with her. Melody let out a loud sob/laugh and threw her arms around his neck gripping at the fabric of his shirt.

"Oh my god, oh my god." Melody blubbered out of her mouth feeling Dean hold her back just as tightly. She buried her face into his shoulders. He smelled like leather and pine. "It's you! It's really you!" she cried loudly feeling Dean's smile against her hair.

"It's me Mels, I'm here—I'm not goin anywhere." He kissed the top of her gold hair and started to gently rock his sister back and forth, trying to help her calm down her tears. Several minutes passed, Melody's sobs eventually turned into quiet sniffles. Dean pulled back and gently wiped off her remaining tears, "So how's my—"

SMACK!

Dean fell backwards a few steps, clutching his jaw he stared at his sister with wide, hurt eyes, "Mels what the hell was that for?!"

"For dying in the first place asshole!" she screamed at him. They stared at each other for a few long moments, tense and waiting for what the other person would do. Luckily, Melody was the first to break the ice. She walked up to him and pulled him in with a side hug, wrapping her arm around his middle. "Just…don't do it again. Please."

A slow grin came onto her face and Dean quickly followed. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and quickly ruffled her hair. "Well, I guess I did deserve that one."


"That don't make a lick of sense." Bobby grumbled coming out of the kitchen. Melody and Dean followed him, both sticking close together.

"Yeah." Dean wiped his arm of blood where he had cut himself with a silver knife to prove he wasn't a shifter or a revenant. Bobby had even thrown holy water into his face before his sister showed up. He tossed the towel back into the kitchen behind him, "You're preaching to the choir."

Bobby stopped in front of his desk and turned to face the Winchesters. Melody had taken to standing as close to her brother as possible, nearly invading his personal space. But Dean didn't seem to mind, and kept a hand placed lightly against her back. "Dean," Bobby started to explain why it was impossible to Dean to be alive right now, "your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop, and you'd been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meatsuit…"

"I know." Dean rubbed his forehead, "I should look like a "Thriller" video reject."

"Well, do you remember anything?" Melody asked looking up at him from her place next to him. She had forgotten how tall her brother was, even if her boots gave her a couple inches, Dean still stood above her by a couple inches.

"Not much…" Dean glanced down and shook his head. He took in a short breath, "I remember I was a hellhound's chew toy…and then light's out. Then I come to six feet under. That was it."

Bobby sat down in his chair while Dean said, "Sam's number's not workin—neither was your by the way." He pointed at Melody.

"Oh," she reached back and pulled out her phone from her back pocket, "I got a new one after…after you kicked the bucket."

Dean's mouth went into a small "o" as he nodded. "Well…what about Sam? Did he get a new phone too? He's…he's not…"

"No, he's alive," Bobby answered gruffly, "as far as we know."

"Good." Dean nodded and walked around the desk. He stopped half way, "Wait. What do you mean—as far as we know?"

Melody clenched her jaw, "Dean, neither of us has talked to him for months."

"You're serious?" Dean asked her and felt his eyes go wide when Melody nodded. "Mels, you just let him go off by himself?"

"I was gone before he left." She answered him and at his confused stare she clarified, "I left first."

"Melody Jean…" Dean huffed, disappointment written all over his features.

"No. No way are you going to start that." Melody grumbled pointing a finger at her brother, "You have no idea what he was like after you died. Bobby you heard the things he said to me. I couldn't be around him anymore Dean, he was completely different."

"Bobby is it true?" Dean asked their uncle, getting a nod of confirmation from the man. "Well, why did he leave?"

"He was dead set on it." Bobby answered.

"You two should have been looking after him." Dean said, not accusing but merely stated. Melody threw out her hands as if in defense,

"Hey I tried alright. And so did Bobby."

"These last month's haven't been exactly easy, you know, for you brother, your sister or me." Bobby explained getting up from his seat and standing by the desk across from Dean. "We had to bury you."

"Why did you bury me anyway?" Dean asked and Bobby quickly explained,

"Melody and I wanted you salted and burned—usual drill—but Sam wouldn't have it."

Dean shrugged, "Well I'm glad he won that one."

"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said." Bobby had already told Melody all of this over the phone. But hearing it again just made her all the more angry with her little brother. And that's when things started to turn inside her head…if Dean was alive now and Sam had said those things before…

"What do you mean?" Dean asked for clarity. Bobby moved to sit down on top of his desk,

"After he and Melody fought and she left he got…quiet. Real quiet. Then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he don't want to be found."

Dean started to pace and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Dammit Sammy…"

"What?" Bobby asked growing concerned but Melody was already catching on to what Dean was thinking.

"Oh, he got me home okay." Dean answered, "But whatever he did, it is bad mojo."

Melody felt her brow scrunch up, confused she asked, "What do you mean?"

"You two should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off." Her brother explained, "Then there was this—this force, this presence, that I don't know…but it…it blew past me at a fill up joint. And then this." Dean started to pull off his green flannel shirt leaving one arm exposed. He reached up and lifted the sleeve of his black t-shirt up his shoulder revealing a bright red hand print burned into his skin.

Bobby and Melody both moved in closer to examine the mark, Melody gingerly touched it. "What the hell Dean?"

He just shrugged, "Yeah it's like a demon just yanked me out or rode me out."

"But why?" Bobby questioned. Melody clenched her jaw, afraid of what her brother might say next.

"To hold up their end of the bargain." Dean said pulling his flannel back on. Bobby's brow creased,

"You think Sam made a deal?"

Dean threw out his arms, "It's what I would have done."


"Oh…this is going to be awkward…" Melody grumbled scratching at her scalp as she followed Dean and Bobby down the hall of the motel rooms. They had tracked Sam's phone to Pontiac, Illinois. Not too far from where Dean had been buried. They walked up to room "207" and Dean pounded his fist on the door.

Not long after the door was opened…by a petite brunette with dark eyes. She stared at the three of them, "So…where is it?"

"Where is what?" Dean asked her.

The girl shook her hands, "The pizza that takes…two guys and a chick to deliver."

"Right…" Melody said putting a hand on Dean's arm, "I think we got the wrong room."

She could feel Dean starting to turn around to leave with her but they all stopped when a deep, male voice came through the door, "Hey is the—"

Sam Winchester froze in his spot. He stared hard at Dean, then at his sister and then Bobby. He moved his eyes back to his brother, body starting to tremble as his breath became hitched. Dean smiled at him, "Heya Sammy."

Slowly, Dean walked past the brunette moving further into the room and closer to his little brother. Sam reacted quickly, pulling out a knife from his back pocket and swiping at Dean. Melody heard the brunette let out a sharp scream but ignored her and ran into the room pushing back her little brother with Bobby.

"Who are you?!" Sam cried as Bobby gripped him tightly. Melody stood inbetween her brothers holding out her hands towards both of them. Dean stood from his spot against the wall, feeling his sister's hand hold him back,

"Like you didn't do this!"

"Do what?!" Sam screamed, fighting against Bobby's hold.

"Sam it's him!" Melody turned her whole body to face her little brother, holding out her hands, palms towards the floor.

"It's him! It's him Sam!" Bobby struggled to hold back the six foot four hunter, "I've been through this already. It's really him."

"But…" Sam panted, calming down and Bobby slowly released him. Dean stepped up behind his sister, placing a hand on her shoulder before stepping around her.

"I know." Dean shrugged and grinned, "I look fantastic huh?" Sam let out a sharp breath, let his knife clatter to the floor and stepped up to his brother, wrapping his arms around Dean in a tight embrace.

Melody had to admit, it was a pretty heartfelt scene. Sam and Dean had never been that open with their emotions, and Melody would have loved to have gotten a picture of Dean's teary eyes. She heard Sam sniffle too and they pulled back from each other, both grinning and fighting back tears.

"So…" Melody turned to see that the brunette was still in her underwear, "are you two like…together?"

"What?" Sam was confused for a moment then caught on to what she was talking about. He shook his head, "No…no. He's my brother."

The brunette pointed at Melody, "And this is…"

"I'm the sister," Melody waved at the girl, "hi."

"O-oh um…" the girl seemed to realize that this was a pretty touching and private moment, "Look, I should probably go."

Melody sighed, "Told you it'd be awkward." She got a deadpanned stare from Dean and a confused one from Sam. They all waited in tense silence as the brunette quickly put on her clothes and gathered her things. Melody had been leaning up against the door and stood to move out of the girls way catching a whiff of her perfume.

Lord it was strong. It almost had Melody's eyes watering. Out of instinct, she sucked in a deep breath through her nose and held it. As the girl turned and left, saying an awkward goodbye to Sam telling him to call her Melody could have sworn she smelled something…different. Something…stale…


Melody leaned against the trunk of the Impala. They had taken a pit stop at a gas station. Dean and Bobby had gone inside in search of food and bathrooms, leaving Sam and Melody with the cars. They weren't speaking to each other though. After Sam's "friend" had left, Dean had accused him of making a deal. But Sam insisted that he didn't and even said that he had tried but nobody would deal with him. So instead he'd been hunting down Lilith and had tracked a pack of demons to Pontiac—the reason why he was there.

"So…" Sam said leaning against the car next to his sister, "how've you been?"

"Fine." Melody shrugged, answering in a clipped tone.

"Well, what have you been up to?" Sam asked trying to get her to speak more.

"Moved around the country a lot. Stayed off the radar, called Bobby," at that she used her bitch tone but didn't look at her little brother and continued, "got a job in a nice town. Took a break from the life for a bit."

"So you didn't make any deals for him?" Sam questioned gesturing to the gas station. Melody shook her head and crossed her arms,

"No. Unlike you, I did what our brother wished and didn't make or try to make any deals."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Right, cause you're so much better than me."

Melody threw back her head and let out an exasperated sigh. She lifted her head and stared hard at her brother, "You know what? Yes, that's exactly it. I am that much better than you Sam. But…didn't you say four months ago that the reason I don't want to get Dean out is because…what did you say? Oh yeah, you said that I don't love him!"

"And you just run off? Leave me alone?" Sam argued standing up, throwing out his arms.

Melody stood up straight and pointed a finger at him, "Don't you even start! You and I both know that if I hadn't left, you'd have left just the same! You'd have run away like always! You never face your problems Sam, you just leave them behind!"

"And you didn't do the same thing?!" Sam bent his head down to lock eyes with her, "You ran away when the going got tough, you left me first!"

"That doesn't matter Sam!" Melody screamed, "I tried to call you, I wanted to work things out, I wanted to join you, I wanted to help you! But you shut out everyone who cares about you! You shut out Bobby, and you shut out me!" She stepped back and pointed an accusing finger at him,

"I hope you had a grand old time with your girlfriends and your booze! You know what? If you aren't too careful, you'll turn out just like dad!"

Sam sneered and started walking towards her. "Hey! Hey!" Dean cried out running up and separating his siblings. He stared at them both, having seen and heard the entire fight, "What the hell is wrong with you two?"

"Nothing. Just Sam being a regular ignorant," Melody moved to the backseat, opening up the car and pulling out her duffle and purse, "arrogant…" she slammed the car door and moved over to stand in front of her brothers. She pointed directly at Sam again, "Ungrateful, uncaring…cold hearted asshole!"

She turned and went to Bobby's car throwing her things into the back before getting in the passenger seat, slamming the car door and crossing her arms over her chest. Sam fought against Dean's hold, "You aren't that innocent Melody! You're just as ungrateful and uncaring as me!"

Melody didn't really hear her older brother yell at Sam and tell him to get back in the damn car, or Bobby get in his own car. As the engine came to life, and the Impala pulled back out to the street, she heard Bobby ask if she was alright. "Yeah, I'll be fine," Melody said quickly wiping at her teary eyes, not wanting anyone to see that what Sam had said—and even the things she had said—struck a chord in her. A dark, sad, angry chord…little did she know. She was about to meet the one thing that would be a light in her bleak and depressing life.


OKAY CAN WE JUST...*deep breath in* *deep breath out* alright but seriously um...what was with that weird guy at the diner? And his note? And then Melody and Dean's reunion...and then Sam and Melody's fight? What? I know crazy stuff this chapter but next chapter...finally...everyone's favorite angel. Yay! I'm so pumped!

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