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Author's Note: Gracias for the reviews!

Supernatural

Talks, Psychic's, Fear

I was wrapped up in my dad's coat lying down in the back of the Impala trying to sleep while we drove straight to this psychic's house. I had my back to the front seat so my dad and Uncle thought I was asleep.

"Dean, what are we going to do if…"

"Don't even start that shit, Sammy. She's going to be fine. We'll make sure of that."

"But Dean, if I lose her like I did mom and Jess…I'm not going to make it through this one." I could hear my dad's voice cracking.

"You're not going to lose her. I won't let it happen and neither will dad."

"Why her? She's only sixteen why couldn't it want me like the other one?"

"Alright that's it, Sammy listen to me very carefully. We are not going to lose Melanie not now not ever. Kids burry their parents, not the other way around, not on my watch."

"How can you be so sure? I mean Christ Dean we almost lost you because all the blood you lost the first time."

"But you didn't, I'm alive and well and that's how we're all going to stay. You got that?"

"Yeah…I got it."

I tried not to cry but knowing that I was putting my dad through all this pain it was really difficult not to. I finally did fall asleep about an hour or so later but only to be woken up again when we parked.

My dad shook me gently, "Come on Mel, we're here."

I crawled out from the Impala and walked up to the house with them. I took a look at the street name and noticed it wasn't that far from my house. When we walked in we had to stay in this little waiting room type thing for a little bit.

"Okay so what? I'm going to be having massive headaches and then images of people dying are going to be in my head?" I asked breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Pretty much," Uncle Dean state.

"Dean!" My dad yelled then turned to look at me, "We might not even know if your power is visions yet. It could be a number of things."

"Yeah, you could have the power to thoroughly annoy people," Uncle Dean said trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh goody, Dean Winchester is back."

We turned to where the voice was coming from. I saw a short, plump, black woman standing in the door way glaring at my Uncle.

"Hey Missouri, long time no see."

"Thankfully for me. Hello Sam, John, and this must be Melanie."

I rolled my eyes, "Mel actually."

"Well, come on in here. I don't have all day."

We all stood up and followed her into her living room. I sat on the end of the couch with my dad next to me, Dean next to him, and Gramps was leaning in the doorway.

"Alright, so I'm assuming you're here because of Melanie's powers."

"Mel." I mumbled.

"Yeah, actually, but we haven't seen them yet. Do you know what there going to be?" My dad asked nicely.

"Have you ever heard of an Empath?"

"Oh you've got to be shitting me? I'm going to be an Empath? Screw that!" I yelled.

"Young lady, calm yourself down right now and let me finish. And don't you dare cuss at me. God you have a mouth like your Uncle."

I leaned over and high fived Uncle Dean who smirked until Dad glared at both of us. Missouri leaned across the coffee table and took my hand.

"An empath can feel emotions radiating off of other people. So when she comes into her powers all three of you boys are going to need to take down your emotions a few notches."

"How do we do that?" Gramps asked.

"Don't get angry so easily and try to not to yell at each other. Out of all the emotions sadness and anger are going to hit the worst."

"What about visions? Is she going to have them?" Uncle Dean asked.

"Someday…but not anytime soon. She might come into them when Sam came into his around the age of 22 or 23. Right now she's going to be battling the powers of an empath."

"Can I control it? I mean can I turn off feeling peoples emotions?"

"There are ways to block out certain emotions if you feel they are taking over. But when it first hits you it won't be pretty."

"Meaning?" We all asked in unison.

"You'll have headaches and body aches. You'll feel the emotion about five times worse than that person does."

"How long will that last?" I asked not liking this one bit.

"A while until you can get it under control."

"Will you help her? Get it under control I mean?" My dad asked.

"Of course I will, but we need to wait for her to come into it first. It'll be soon, that I'm sure of."

"Great, this is just freaking fantastic."

I got up from the couch and walked outside. I wrapped my arms around chest to shield the cold air away. I felt someone wrap their coat around me and I knew by the weight of it that it was Gramps.

"Mel, we'll get you through this, I promise."

"It's one thing being a hunter of supernatural beings. I mean I'm cool with that I think its kick ass but now I have to be a freak too? It blows."

"You're not a freak Mel. You're unique, like your dad."

I guess he was right even though I hate to admit it. The next few weeks went pretty badly. My whole family was walking on eggshells around me thinking they were about to set off a time bomb.

I was sitting in Chemistry class when I felt like I was pushed over by a wave of anger. I looked around the room and noticed that Terry was fighting with her boyfriend Jake. Then another wave came and it was sadness. Then another and another.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

I started clutching my head in pain and I fell out of my desk. Everything went black. When I opened my eyes again I felt a wave of concern wash over me. I jumped off of what I figured was my bed and went into the corner of the room holding my head.

"Mel…" My dad's soft voice started, "it's me. Okay I won't hurt you."

"Dad…you're too concerned you have to get out."

"Is she awake?"

I heard Uncle Dean yell from the living room. He ran and I felt of wave a relief and then instant concern. He was coming over and I scrambled closer into my corner.

"Stop it! You guys have to leave…you're…you're hurting me."

Sadness. Ten times the sadness. I started crying I couldn't help it the sadness and concern it was all too much.

"Dean, go call Missouri and dad hurry!"

"I'm on it."

My dad started coming towards me slowly again. I got up and ran into my closet closing the door behind me.

I sobbed, "Daddy, please…don't come any closer. I can't take your sadness."

"Okay, I'm going to go into the kitchen. I'm so sorry this is happening to you, sweetheart."

"Don't be sad, please don't be sad."

I heard him close the door behind him and I completely broke down. I want my dad to hold me but he can't. I want my Uncle to tell me everything's okay but he can't. I want my Gramps to tell me we'll beat it but he can't because their emotions will kill me.

Thirty minutes later I had my door locked and my music blaring to tune out anyone's feelings. There was a banging on my door so I turned the music down.

"Go away!"

"Melanie Winchester I demand that you come out of that room right now!" Missouri yelled.

"No, there are too many emotions out there I couldn't take it with only my dad in the room."

"They are all going to stay in the kitchen while you and I talk in the dining room alright?"

I wiped my tears, "I'll still feel them."

"No you won't. We'll close the room divider and it should block them out."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, come on out now."

I slowly made my way into the living room and curled up in my dad's spot on the couch while Missouri took the arm chair.

"How come I can't feel your emotions?"

"Because mine aren't overwhelming now why don't you tell me what happened?"

"I was um… sitting in Chemistry and all of sudden I felt like I was pushed under a wave of anger. Then the emotions wouldn't stop they just pummeled me. I felt like my head was going to split open."

"You blacked out?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"The school told your dad that when you yelled a few of the beakers shattered."

"Was anyone hurt?" I asked frantically.

"No, but now we know that you also inherited that little trait from your dad. It's time we start training you how to control it."

I started crying again, "All I want to do is hug my dad."