Disclaimer: I don't own sam dean or john

Author's Note: Again thanks for the reviews and although you guys wanted her to have a house party it's not going to happen lol. Sorry but I needed to speed it up a bit to get to this fight with Dean.

Supernatural

Fight with Uncle Dean

GENERAL POV

"Still no answer?" John asked when Sam returned to the table.

"Nope, I'm worried."

He had been trying to call Melanie for two hours straight on Saturday night and she has yet to answer.

"Don't be, Mel's a smart kid. I'm sure she just has her headphones on and isn't paying attention."

Sam gave a bitter laugh, "That's not helping, Dean. I just wish she would answer."

As if she had heard them Sam's phone started to play T.N.T which was what Mel had programmed as his ring tone for her. Sam practically ripped open the phone.

"Melanie?"

She laughed, "Of course it's me. Who else would call you?

"Where have you been? I've been trying to get through for two hours."

"My bad, I had my headphones on and was sitting on the porch reading. Sorry Dad…"

"It's fine just try to keep an ear out for the phone, please."

"Will do. So have you found the thing yet?"

"We're going to check out the house tonight when we won't be seen."

"Smart move, I'm going to go order dinner. I'll see you Monday. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye sweetheart."

MELANIE'S POV

After I ate dinner I checked the salt lines and then sat on my dad's bed with one of our old photo albums. I opened it and skipped over the few pictures with my mom. I saw a few with dad, Uncle Dean, and I playing in the snow when I was about 6 or so. My earliest memories weren't of my dad and mom it was of my dad and uncle. Uncle Dean helped dad raise me so did Gramps but Uncle Dean was more like a big brother than anything else.

Sunday afternoon I decided to stop by and see Gramps' friend Todd who works at a car garage. I walked in and immediately walked over to my baby, a 1966 Mustang Convertible. I ran my hand over the hood and whistled.

"I told you before Mel, she's not even near ready yet."

I didn't need to look up to know that Todd was standing behind me. I hopped into the driver's seat and smiled.

"How long?"

"Months, Melanie. Months and months."

"It's Mel, and isn't there anyway she can get fixed up before then?"

"No, because I have a garage to run and it's hard to find time to fix up an old junker for a girl who doesn't even have her license yet."

"I have a permit," I said like that made a difference.

Todd rolled his eyes and walked away. I sat in the car for a long time before heading home. Sunday went by in a blur and Monday couldn't have gone slower. I practically ran home and as I suspected Uncle Dean was lying on the couch with an arm covering his eyes. My dad's head popped out of the kitchen and smiled when he saw me. I ran into his arms and he lifted me from the ground.

"Hey sweetheart."

"Hi dad," I whispered into his neck.

I never noticed how much I missed my dad till he came home from hunts. I missed Uncle Dean and Gramps too but never like I missed my dad. He set me down ruffled my hair.

"How'd everything go this weekend?"

"Fine, it was pretty boring actually. How was your weekend?"

"Didn't go well, the demon was long gone by the time we got there. But your Gramps thinks he can figure out what it is."

"Where is Gramps?"

"He went home to get some sleep."

"And he," I jerked a thumb in Dean's direction, "Couldn't have done the same."

"Oh yeah, I missed you to, Mel." Uncle Dean mumbled.

I smiled and went over to him. I sat down on his stomach and he groaned removing his arm from his eyes.

"Mel, get off!"

"Why are you so tired? Cocktail waitresses keep you up?"

"Ha, ha, very funny."

My dad came over and got Dean to move so he could sit down. I moved to the floor, pulled out my English paper, and handed it to my dad.

"Mel! You got an A that's great!" My dad grabbed me into a headlock and kissed the top of my head.

I laughed, "I know, I'm awesome."

Dad just smiled, got up, and went into the kitchen. My dad's one of those dad's who puts my tests on the refrigerator.

"What do you want for dinner, Mel?" He called.

"Cheeseburgers please!"

"Dean, are you staying?"

"Nah, I got a date tonight."

Uncle Dean and I went down into the basement to do some training. We do this at least five times a week.

"Okay, so we're doing what today?"

"Boxing, if you don't mind."

"Need to blow off steam?" He asked taking off his flannel shirt just leaving his t-shirt.

"Not really, just need practice." I responded rolling my sleeves up.

"Alright then."

We didn't wear boxing gloves because, let's face it, when are you going to have those handy? While we continued to fight we continued to talk.

"Have you thought anymore about telling your dad about wanting to be a full time hunter?"

I ducked his punch, "Nope, I was thinking of waiting till I was in the car ready to go."

He stopped abruptly and gave me a stern look. I stopped and gave him a look of confusion.

"I was joking."

"Don't joke about that, Melanie."

"What's crawled up your ass?"

"You have no idea, do you?"

"About what?"

"Your dad and our family have been through a lot of shit over the years. His girlfriend…" He paused.

"Jessica, I know about her. She died the same way grandmom did. Then he almost lost you and gramps when you fought the demon the first time. I know all this."

"Then why do you want to leave him? You're the only good thing in his life. He doesn't want to lose you."

"So what? I'm supposed to sacrifice my life so my dad isn't lonely? Or is it so you don't feel lonely? Because once I'm gone you two will just be two thirty something year old bachelors with no lives. Fuck that, Uncle Dean. When I turn 18 I'm going on my own. End of story."

I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom. I slammed the door, blared my music, and started playing darts. Yeah, I think I'm one of the only 16 year olds that have a dart board in their room, compliments of my Uncle. I played until dad called me to dinner. We were sitting in silence eating when he brought up the subject.

"Did you and Dean have a fight?"

"Why did he come crying about it to you?"

He seemed taken aback, "Melanie!"

"Sorry…but yes we did."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I'm sure it'll just blow over by tomorrow. I mean come he's Dean for god sakes."

"You'd be surprised how long Dean can hold a grudge, sweetheart."

"Dad…"

"Yeah?"

"You know it wasn't your fault that mom left…right?"

He looked stunned for a moment but smiled at me. He reached across the table and took my hand.

"Yeah, I know…Melanie?"

"Yeah?"

"You know it wasn't your fault that mom left…right?"

I couldn't help but smile even though a part of me will always think it was my fault. I mean, she left three months after I was born but I put on an act in front of everyone.

"Yeah dad, I know."