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Author's Note: hope ya guys like all this updating because i feel like i can't stop lol

Supernatural

More fighting with the Uncle

I went into the kitchen it was just my dad reading the paper and eating. I grabbed a bottle of water and sat across from him.

"Uncle Dean isn't here?"

"Nope, not today. He had a date last night so maybe he's still with her."

"But he's always here…" I mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing, alright well I better get to school. I'll see you later dad."

I kissed his cheek and left the house. When I told Kate about my fight with Dean, leaving out the hunting part, she just yelled at me and asked how I could possibly yell at someone that hot. I told her it wasn't that hard when he's a complete ass.

That afternoon when I reached the house it was empty. There was a note from my dad saying he went to work and wouldn't be home till 7. My dad tutors kids whenever their parents can fit him in. He'll go to their houses at any time they can manage or he'll take the kids to the library. He has his teaching degree and everything.

"Uncle Dean! You here?"

I was waiting for the usual sarcastic comment back but when it didn't come I felt like shit. I figured he was probably just at work too. He works part time at the garage where my Mustang is. He usually works the hours I'm in school though so he can be here when I get home. I don't think I've ever felt so alone before.

I made dinner for my dad and me but I didn't wait for him to eat it. I stopped doing that when I almost passed out from hunger a year ago. I put on the TV and watched wrestling. Uncle Dean was supposed to be here so we could train but he never showed.

"Hey sweetheart," Dad greeted when he came through the door.

"Hi dad, there's some hamburger helper on the counter if you want it. You'll have to heat it up though."

"Thanks, did you eat?"

"Yep."

"Homework done?"

"I did it in Study Hall."

"Good, did you Dean stop by at all today?"

I sighed, "No…"

"Still don't want to talk about the fight?"

I looked up at him, smiled, and shook my head no. He shrugged his shoulders and headed for the kitchen. He came back in with a plate and sat next to me on the couch.

"Did you talk to Uncle Dean at all today?" I asked.

"Yeah, he called me from work said he wouldn't be over tonight. I thought he was kidding, apparently not."

I looked down, "Apparently. Did you know that this is the first day in like two years where he hasn't been here aside from when he hunts?"

"Seriously? Wow that must have been some fight you two had."

"It wasn't so much as a fight as it was me overreacting and yelling at him…"

"For what?"

I was not ready to tell my dad that I wanted to be a hunter just yet so I sidestepped the subject.

"I don't even remember it was so stupid."

"Then maybe you should apologize. I mean your Uncle Dean has been here for you since you were born. In fact, the day you were born was the first day in years I actually saw him cry. It was pretty funny."

I laughed, "Uncle Dean? Cried? Over me?"

"Believe it or not your Uncle loves you more than anyone in this world. You're practically his daughter too."

I thought about it and he was right. My Uncle can be a pain in the ass but he can be the best person in the world too. I so hated apologizing though, it's like the worst thing to do.

"You're right dad, I'll go to the garage tomorrow and…try to…you know…"

"Apologize, Melanie. The word is, apologize."

I smirked, "Yeah, that."

The next day after school I walked to the garage and saw Uncle Dean working on my baby. I walked over and smiled.

"Not cutting the brake wires for me, are you?"

He pulled his head out form under the hood and looked over at me.

"Tony said he didn't have time to work on it so I said I'd help out."

"Thanks."

"Not doing it for you, kid. I'm doing it for the money."

That hurt more than I care to admit.

"Yeah…so how is she?"

"Not good, it's a piece of shit."

"So is the Impala but that thing runs." I shot back.

He looked up and glared at me. I looked down at the ground while he went back to looking under the hood. How could I have been so stupid as to insult his car when I need to apologize? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have a test to study for or something?"

"Ouch…Look I just came here to apologize to you."

"The word apologize isn't the Winchester vocabulary."

"Yeah, well I'm not all Winchester so I guess it's in mine." I said bitterly.

Dean smirked, "Trust me honey, I know you're not all Winchester you got your mom's way of walking out."

He seemed to regret it the second he said it. I stopped short; I couldn't believe he just said that. I turned around and walked out.

"Wait, Melanie!" He called after to me.

I ran home and straight into my room. My dad peeked through the door but I had my head buried in my pillow crying.

"Melanie? What's wrong, sweetheart?"

He sat down on the side of my bed and stroked my hair. I turned around and wrapped my arms around him.

"I'm sorry; I don't mean to be like her. I really don't."

"Like who, Mel?"

"Mom, I don't mean to be like her. I don't want to be. I don't want to leave you too."

"Whoa, whoa, Mel. You have to slow down and tell me what happened."

I wiped my face of the tears and tried to compose myself. I sat cross legged on my bed and my dad did the same.

"I went to the garage to apologize to Uncle Dean but we kept snapping at each other then…He made a smart ass comment about apologizing not being in the Winchester vocabulary and I said well I'm not all Winchester and he said oh I know you have your mothers way of walking out." My eyes started to well up again but my dad pulled me into a hug.

"Why would he say that?"

I guess now's as a good a time as any to tell him, "Because I told him, I want to be a hunter and that I want to leave as soon as I turn 18."

I was waiting for him to yell, scream, forbid me to go but nothing came. He nodded his head in understanding. Now I was the confused one.

"Wait, you don't care that I want to be a hunter?"

"No it's not that I don't care, because believe me I really wish you wouldn't be a full time hunter but that's another conversation all together. When I was your age I felt the same way, all I wanted to do was get out. So when I turned 18 I did, I left. Dean took it pretty hard even though he won't admit it."

"So you wouldn't be mad if I left at 18?"

"I'll be upset and worried that you'll get hurt but hey I've been doing that since I first put a crossbow in your hands."

"Well, I don't understand Dean took it harder than you did and you're my dad."

"Like I said, I walked out on Dean, so did dad that's why he came to find me at school. He just doesn't want you to walk out on him either. He can't protect you if he can't see you. Thus why he lives five blocks down and is here everyday."

"It still hurt when he said that though. I really don't mean to be like her dad."

"You're not like her. Not in any way, shape, or form. You're all Winchester. I want you to remember that. Dean just said it because he was mad and I plan on beating the tar out of him next time he comes over."

I laughed and hugged my dad again.

"Now come in the kitchen I made dinner."

"You don't have to tutor tonight?"

"Not till 8, and we're going to library. You want to come?"

"Nah, I think I'll train instead."

"Oh yeah, you're a Winchester alright."