Disclaimer: I don't own Dean Sam or John

Author's Note: After you guys read this you're all going to be likeWTF this girl loves drama and you know what? I do hehe

Supernatural

Apologies, Fights, and Beer

That night while my dad was at the library I was reading on the couch when the door opened. I bent my neck back and saw an upside down vision of my Uncle. I stood up, closed my book, and went into my bedroom locking the door behind me.

"Mel, you know I can pick this."

"Dean, you know I have a giant knife and darts in here."

"That you would never use on me."

"Don't tempt me."

He came in moments later and lied down on my bed. I stood above him with a dart aimed right for his stomach.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Like I said don't tempt me. Now are you here for a reason?"

"I came to apologize."

I mimicked him, "The word apologize isn't in the Winchester vocabulary."

I threw the dart at the board and walked out of the room. I went into the kitchen and noticed he was following me.

"Sit."

He did. I went over to the chili that was still on the stove and turned the flame up again. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and put it in front of him. Once the chili was hot I poured it in a giant mug we had and placed it next to his beer. I gave him a spoon and sat down across from him with a bottle of water. He looked at the chili for a moment before he started wolfing it down.

"You're supposed to breath between bites, dude." I said taking a sip of my water.

When he drained the last of his beer I got him another one knowing he likes two or three at night. He can handle his liquor a lot better than my dad can. When he finished I took his stuff over to the sink, washed everything, and put it away.

"I'm going to bed; don't forget to lock the door before you leave. Dad's at the library if you need him."

I started down the hall but he grabbed my wrist and turned me around. He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.

"Thanks for dinner, kid."

In my Uncles crazy mind this was an apology. I hugged him back and smiled against his chest.

"No problem. Are you driving me to school tomorrow?" I asked pulling away.

"What do I look like a taxi?"

"Nah, you wouldn't be caught dead wearing yellow."

He laughed, "Damn right! Now get to bed."

I kissed his cheek and headed down the hallway to room. At least that's over; I wonder what problems tomorrow will bring? A lot. That was my answer. Wednesday brought a lot of problems. I woke to the sound of yelling coming from the kitchen. I cracked my door open to hear better.

"Dad, I'm just…" Dean started.

"Trying to help. I understand that Dean, but for god sake Melanie is Sam's daughter. You practically live here, it isn't right. Sam needs to raise his own daughter. Most Uncles only see their nieces on holidays and birthdays." Gramps said.

"Dad, Dean helped me raise Melanie. She loves him so much you can't come into my house and start telling me how to raise my daughter!"

"I'm not telling you how to raise your daughter. I'm telling Dean that he needs to get his own life. He should have his own girlfriend and his own kids by now. He has sacrificed too much for your family. I think Dean needs to stay away from both you and Melanie."

"Dad, you can't just…"

"No Sam, it's okay. Maybe he's right. It's about time I started living my own life and stop copying yours. I'll just stay away for a while if that's what's best for everyone."

"Oh yeah, and just what exactly and I'm supposed to tell Melanie?"

"Just tell her I went on a hunt or something."

"You want me to lie to her about where you are? Just how long is that going to last? Your car sticks out like a sore thumb!"

"I don't know Sam, just make something up! I have to go to work."

I heard the front door slam and then I heard dad ask Gramps to leave too. I quickly dressed for school and went into the kitchen where my dad was downing a few Tylenol.

"Morning dad."

He put on a fake smile, "Hey Mel. Listen we need to talk before you go to school…"

"No need Dad, I heard the whole conversation. We're not exactly the whispering type."

"Mel, your grandpop was trying to help Dean. He has sacrificed a lot for this family and…"

"I have to go to school. I'll see you when I get home."

"Melanie, wait…your Uncle he's just…"

"Doing what Gramps asked of him. Like always."

I grabbed my bag and headed to school. The next two weeks completely blew. I tried to catch my Uncle at work but every time I got there they always said he just left. He must have switched his hours or something. On Saturday I really needed to unwind so I went to a party at some kid's house with Kate. I lied to my dad about it as usual and said I would be home by 11. Which limited my drinking but I really didn't care.

"Alright, you have to cheer up. I'm not hanging around with a mope the whole night."

"Sorry Kate, hand me a beer and I'll be fine. You know what, make that two."

"There's my girl!"

Seven beers later I was falling on my ass. I was laughing hysterically and babbling incoherently.

"Ka-te, what the time is?" I slurred.

She was a lot more sober than me, "It's 10:30, I think it's time we get you home."

"But I want another…another…another…what was I saying?"

"You were saying it's time to go home."

"Oh well then, up, up, and away!"

Kate got me to my house and banged on the door.

"You're dad is so going to hate me after this."

"My dad? Is he coming to the party?"

"Oh god, I'm never going to be allowed in this house again."

My dad opened the door and I gave him a wide drunk smile as I collapsed against Kate.

"Hiya pops, isn't this party bitchin'?"

"Kate, is my daughter drunk?"

"Sorry Mr. Winchester. She was moping around the whole week so I thought a party might loosen her up. I'm really sorry."

"Are you drunk also?"

"No sir, I only had two."

"Kate, get in the house, call your parents, explain, and tell them to pick you up."

"Yes sir."

Kate passed me over to my dad's arms and scurried into the house. My dad wrapped an arm around my waist to support me as I wobbled in.

"Hey dad, if I get another A on a test can we go out for drinks?" I asked excitedly.

"I think you've had enough to last you till you're legal. Come on let's get you into bed. Jesus, two weeks without Dean and you're drunk off your ass."

"Oh no, you see I've been drunk before but I usually just have Kate call here and pretend she's me to get you to let me stay there. But don't tell dad he'll be mad."

"Damn right I'm mad. Come on."

"You're a good dad. I love you a lot."

"I love you too, Mel."

"I drank the 3rd beer because I was sad. It's always been me, you, and Uncle Dean. Now, Uncle Dean is poof…gone."

"He's not gone forever I promise."

I felt him lay my down in my bed and room started spinning. It was fun looking at all the pretty colors.

"Hey dad?" I asked curling up into a ball and closing my eyes.

"Yeah, Mel?" He was placing a bucket next to my bed and taking my shoes off.

"Does Uncle Dean hate me? Was it because of the fight? Because we made up and everything was good but then he left. Why doesn't Uncle Dean love me anymore?"

Then everything went black.