Disclaimer: I don't own John Sam or Dean

Author's Note: I'm surprised no one has asked me abotu Sammy's visions yet. But that's cool they're in here or they're mentioned at least. Oh thanks for the reviews!

Supernatural

Headaches, Zombies, and Promises

"Melanie has a boyfriend, Melanie has a boyfriend."

"Uncle Dean I swear to god!"

"Melanie has a boyfriend, Melanie has a boyfriend!"

"Dean shut up!" Dad yelled.

"Mel and Kenny sitting in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"That's it!"

I jumped on my Uncle Dean's back and wrapped my arms around his neck in a choke hold. We were now back inside my dad and my room so it was a tight fit.

"Sam! Your daughter is attacking me!" Dean gasped.

My dad glanced up from his book, "Good, I was about to do it myself."

"Do you mind if I hurt her?"

"No broken bones please, I don't want to take her back to the emergency room."

"Jeez, you accidentally push a girl out a tree and you're branded for life."

"You did not do that accidentally! You said I could fly and to try it out!" I locked my arms tighter around his neck cutting off oxygen.

"Well, I didn't think… you would… fall for it."

"You're impossible!"

"Yes, yes I am."

He grabbed my arms and flung me over his head and onto my bed. The way he threw me my head was at the foot of the bed. He threw me so hard that I bounced off and hit my head pretty hard on the floor.

"Ow! Uncle Dean that really hurt!"

Did you ever hit your head so hard that it made your eyes water and you wanted to cry. That's how I felt right now.

"Oh come on don't be a baby."

"No, Uncle Dean I hit my head really hard."

I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. My head was throbbing and my eyes were tearing up.

My dad's voice came through the door, "Melanie, are you okay?"

"Where's the Tylenol or Advil or something?"

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

My dad came in and stood behind me looking at my reflection in the mirror. He handed me the pills and I chased them down with water.

"You okay?" He pulled me into a hug and rubbed the back of my head.

"No, it really hurt."

"I know he's done that to me a few times to…before I grew taller than him."

"Well, I'm screwed in that department to."

He pushed me threw the door and Uncle Dean was sitting on my bed giving me his most innocent smile. I went over and punched his arm as hard as I could, which was pretty hard since he taught me how to box.

"Damn it, Melanie!"

"It's Mel, Mel, M-E-L, what part of that do you people not understand?"

"The part that says MelANIE on your birth certificate." Dad said while lying back down.

I groaned, "Men."

Dean mimicked my groan, "Nieces."

Dad did the same, "Daughters."

"Boys" Gramps popped his head in, "Come on it's 11:30 we should get an their early."

"We'll be there in a second." Dad said.

"Hurry up." He said closing the door behind him.

"Alright Mel, make the salt lines when we leave, check your gun and knife, and don't wait up."

"You got it pops."

"And for the of god stop calling me pops." He kissed my cheek, "Love you."

"Love you too. Be careful."

Dad grabbed his bag and headed out the door. Dean grabbed his gun and coat but turned to me before he left. He came over, put his hand on the back of my head, and kissed the top.

"Make sure your gun is loaded."

"Yes sir." I mock saluted and he rolled his eyes.

It was about ten minutes to midnight when I crept out of the motel room with my gun in the back of my jeans and my knife in my boot. Think they can leave me all alone in a motel room? Hell no! I walked down to the diner and saw the boys drinking coffee scooping out the place from the inside. The only people left were a waitress, the cook, and a lone denizen.

"What hick town has an all night diner? Even Arnolds closed eventually." I muttered aloud.

I noticed that the old woman waitress was closing the blinds and sending shifty looks at the guys. Uh-oh what did they get themselves into? I saw the cook come out from kitchen holding a butchers knife. My dad saw it to; he jumped up with Dean and Gramps following him. The cook started to peel off his flesh and there was a rotting corpse underneath.

"Zombies? Are you serious? Son of bitch!"

The only way to kill zombies is to burn them and I knew they didn't take in lighter and gasoline with them. I ran to the Impala and picked the trunk lock. I grabbed the gas tank but it was empty.

"Of course it is! Because when does anything work out for us?"

I searched the trunk for anything flammable. Finally I saw it! Dean's hairspray!

"Oh thank you god for making my Uncle so vain!"

I grabbed the can and jetted towards the diner. If I busted in there and they had everything under control I'd be in deep shit. So I snuck around the back and walked through the back door. I peered over the counter and saw the men of my family tied together on the floor.

"I swear to god, if you hurt my daughter I will kill you! I will kill you all!" My dad screamed.

Wait? Me? Why would they want me? Screw it no time to worry about that. I hopped over the counter and smiled.

"Hey! Zombie bitches! You want me? Come and get me!"

"No! Mel, get out of here!" Gramps yelled.

The zombies started for me so I back up a bit.

"Guys can you use your hands?" I yelled over to them.

"If we could don't you think we would?" Uncle Dean replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, keep talking to me like that and let's see if I help you. Use this!"

I grabbed my knife and threw it so it landed perfectly in front of them. I took out the can of hairspray and the lighter. The zombies closed in on me which is exactly what I wanted. I sprayed the hairspray and opened the lighter. The zombies caught on fire and started freaking out. They were bumping into everything setting things on fire.

I ran over to my family and took the knife from a struggling Dean. I cut their ropes and we ran out of the diner as the whole building caught on fire. Once we were outside my dad bent down and wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"Dad, I know I saved you ass and everything but you're squeezing the life out of me."

"It's not about that…"He pulled away and stood up again, "We need to talk. Let's go back to the motel room."

"Damn it Mel, that was my last can of hairspray!" Dean complained.

"I'll buy you another one, dork."

"That's enough! We have more important things to talk about." Gramps said firmly.

When we got back to the motel room dad sat me down on the bed and kneeled in front of me. Uncle Dean was leaning against the window with his arm crossed looking a little pissed and Gramps was sitting at the table with his head in hands.

"Dad…what's going on?"

"Do you remember when I told you about my visions?"

"Yeah, they led you and Dean to a few hunts before."

"Right…When you were born your mother and I were praying that you didn't have carry that burden."

"And I don't, I've never had a vision."

"Not yet, the zombie things said that they were sent by the demon to take you because of the power you possess."

"The demon?"

"The one I told you is kind of like a cousin to the one we killed. Well, this one wants you…"

"But, I don't posses any power dad." My voice broke.

"Listen when we get back home we're going to take you to see a friend of ours she's a physic and she'll know what's going on." Gramps said reassuringly.

"Yeah, don't worry kid, nothings going to happen to you." Uncle Dean agreed.

I looked down at my hands and tried to stop the tears. I looked back at my dad.

"Dad, what if what happened to grandmom happens to me…"

He took my hands in his firmly, "Listen to me Melanie, I swear to god that I will never ever let that happen to you. Do you hear me? Nothing and I mean nothing is going to take you away from me."

He wrapped his arms around me tightly and I fell to the floor with him crying on his shoulder. Uncle Dean mumbled something about getting some air and left the room. Gramps said he was going to go put the stuff in the trunk and followed Dean out.