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Author's Note: This one is kinda long for me, hope ya like. Oh and thank you so much to SexiBitet, hotforjensen101, and HYPERLITE.OH

Supernatural

Dads, Uncles, and Gramps

Kate and I were supposed to sneak into a bar that night but I just wasn't into it. We stayed at her house for once, and actually watched movies. She knew something was wrong by the time we watched The Breakfast Club and I wasn't reciting the lines.

"Mel, what's wrong with you?"

"My dad..."

"What did he do now?"

"He didn't do anything, I disappointed him."

"How?"

"My D-."

"Mel, it was one test. Stop beating yourself up."

"I think I'm just going to call my Uncle to pick me up."

"Fine with me, I love seeing your Uncle!"

I laughed, "You're sick."

I reached for her phone and dialed my Uncle's cell number. He came over twenty minutes later and waved to Kate which made her practically squeal.

"You know you're going to kill her?"

I said slipping into the passenger seat as he pulled away smirking.

"Yep, it's because I'm hot as hell. So why are you coming home so early?"

"Didn't feel like staying," I said simply.

"I know when you're feeling guilty; you look just like your dad."

"I let him down…"

"He'll get over it."

"Do you think he'll let me go on the hunt?"

"Truthfully?"

"Yeah…"

"I don't think so, Mel. Your dad was really upset, not only about the grade but about the fact that you think he wants you to be perfect."

"He does want me to be perfect. You know he does, Uncle Dean. I won't be the perfect child. He doesn't know the half of the shit I do…" I stopped short realizing what I said.

"Explain that now."

I sighed, "Sometimes I need to unwind so I go to parties…a lot…and…bars."

"You go to bars! You're sixteen!"

"No shit."

Uncle Dean glared at me from the corner of his eye, "Alright, come on. We're going to go to Friendly's and you're going to tell me all about this double bar hopping life."

"I have to be back by eleven."

"Your dad won't care if you're out with me."

Uncle Dean and I were eating our hot fudge vanilla sundaes and staring each other down.

"Okay Melanie, spill."

"Again with the full name," I huffed but continued, "Uncle Dean, I love fighting, verbally and physically. I want to be a hunter. I want to rid the world of the things that go bump in the night. I want to have fun and travel. I want to be like…" I paused.

"Like who?" He egged me on.

"Like you, you're my hero Uncle Dean. I know I can be a real jerk to you sometimes and I'm sorry for that," I laughed lightly, "Dad thinks it's because we're so much alike."

Dean laughed, "Yeah, I guess we are. I am very flattered that you want to be just like me Mel, I really am but your dad is such a better role model than I am."

"I love my dad more than anything but I don't get great grades all the time because it's too hard to study non-stop. I just get so frustrated and overwhelmed and I just can't take it, Uncle Dean."

I put my head in my hands and tried to hold back my tears. Uncle Dean leaned over the table took my hands in his.

"Mel, your dad loves you so much. I know that sometimes he can have high expectations but it's only because he wants you to have a better life than he did."

"But I want his life; I want to be a hunter."

He sighed, "I know, do you want me to talk to your dad?"

"No, I have to deal with this by myself…I just don't know when I should tell dad."

"Don't worry about it. I have a feeling the right moment will present itself eventually. Okay we better you back home before your dad calls the cops."

I laughed and followed him out to his car. When we got home my Uncle practically pushed me through the door.

"You're late," My dad sat looking up from his book.

"Uncle Dean took me to Friendly's…sorry."

"It's fine."

I looked over at my Uncle but he just shrugged. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and went back into the living room.

"Alright I'm going to go to bed. Night Uncle Dean."

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged him goodnight.

"Night Mel."

I walked over to my dad and hugged him tightly. I kissed his cheek and started down the hall.

"Night Dad."

"Goodnight Melanie."

Yikes two full words, this won't end well. The next morning I literally rolled out of bed and walked down the hall. I spotted my Uncle sitting on the couch watching TV and laughing at something.

"Dude, do you ever go home?" I asked as I stumbled into the bathroom.

"I go home every night and come back every morning." He shouted.

"Why don't you have a life?" I called from behind the bathroom door.

"You are my life kid, you and your dad!"

I smiled because I knew it was true. No matter how much my Uncle and I fought he was always there so I would be protected. Plus, he still feels the need to protect my dad it's that older sibling thing. I walked out of the bathroom and sat down next to him on the couch.

"What are we watching?"

"Jerry Springer."

"What's going down?"

"This guy has two wives and here's the clincher they all live together but the women don't know they're married to the same guy."

"Is that even possible?"

"Nope, that's why this show is so hilarious. Oh hey, I got you something."

"Really? Why?" I asked suspiciously.

He didn't answer instead he pulled out a necklace from his packet. It was identical to the one he was always wearing.

"Cool, I can keep this?"

"Yeah, dumbass that's why I gave it to ya."

He tied it around my neck and smiled. I looked up at him with confusion written all over my face.

"This is for protection, right?"

"Yep."

"Meaning, you're giving me this because something bad is going to happen, right?"

"Yep."

"Can you tell me what it is?"

"Your dad will explain when he gets back from the store with my dad."

"Is it big?"

He smiled, "Stop asking questions and go make me some breakfast."

I laughed at him, "Yeah right like that's going to happen. You're the adult, you make breakfast."

My dad and grandpop walked through the door before Dean could respond. I jumped up and helped them with the grocery bags. I was trying to suck up to my dad because well, I have feeling he's still a little mad.

"Hey dad."

"Morning Mel, come into the kitchen with us."

Uh-oh I shot a look at my Uncle but he just shrugged and followed us into the kitchen. I started putting the cereal away when I noticed Dad hadn't looked at me yet not in the eyes at least.

"Okay so um…what's going on?" I asked hesitantly.

"Sit down, Mel." My grandpop ordered.

I jumped up on the counter and took a deep breath. The men of the family were sitting at the kitchen table; Dean was staring at the table, Grandpop was looking at my dad, and Dad was finally looking at me.

"Listen, we have to go on a hunt."

"Can I-"

"No you can't go."

"But-"

"Melanie, let your father talk."

"Sorry gramps…go ahead dad."

Dad glared at his dad before continuing, "You can't come because this might have something to do with the thing that killed your grandmom."

"But you guys killed that sorry son of a bitch."

Sam glared at his brother, "Man, could you keep your mouth clean around my daughter?"

Dean smirked and winked at me. Dad rolled his eyes and turned back to look in my direction.

"We did kill it, but we think there's another one that might have taken over its job."

"You mean like a brother or cousin type?"

"Yeah, pretty much. There's been a fire… killing a mother in Philadelphia. We're going to check it out and you're going to stay here."

"Dad, I can help! I'm sure I can track it if you let me go."

"No, Melanie. You're not going."

"Come on Sammy, she could probably be useful," Uncle Dean tried to help.

"Dean, this is Sam's child I think he can make this decision." Grandpop put in.

"Dad, Dean's just trying to help but like I told you before Dean this is too dangerous."

"Hey!" I yelled gaining their attention, "I am not a child. I'm sixteen years old and I've had more life experience than any other kid my age. I mean for god sakes I killed a werewolf at age 10! But it doesn't matter; if you don't want me to go then I won't go."

I jumped off the counter and walked away. I went into the bathroom and slid against the door to the floor. I was so mad but I knew if I provoked my dad he would just get angrier. After I took a shower I went into my bedroom to change. I could hear the guys whispering and it didn't take a genius to figure out who they were whispering about.

I went into my bedroom, changed, put in my Guns and Roses CD, and pulled out a book to read. No matter how much I want to deny it my dad and I are like two peas in a pod. About an hour later I heard my dad call my name to come out. I sighed and walked out; they had all their things packed and were waiting by the door.

"Okay, there's money in the cookie jar, keep the windows and doors locked with salt in front of them."

"I know… When are you coming back?"

"Monday afternoon at the latest, invite Kate over if you get lonely. Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

Uncle Dean came over and ruffled my hair, "Alright kid, remember head down, fists up, knife under the pillow."

"I know, bye Uncle Dean be safe."

I gave him a hug and a kiss and he walked out towards the car. Gramps came over and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Check the salt lines before you go to bed."

"I will Gramps. Be safe." I gave him a quick hug because he wasn't good with emotions.

When he walked out I turned to my dad. He kneeled so that he was eye level with me. Damn my mother's genes for making me short.

"Okay, I know you're mad at me for not letting you go but it's for the best."

"But dad, I can help I swear." I begged.

"I know you can, but I've lost one to many people to something like this and I won't lose my daughter."

I sighed, "Okay."

"I love you Mel. I'm just trying to keep you safe."

"I know. I love you to dad. Please be careful!"

I hugged him tightly and he kissed my cheek.

"I will. See you later."

"You better."

I smiled and locked the door when I saw them pull away. Now what the hell am I going to do for two and a half days?