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Supernatural

Dinner

"Melanie, come out here and help me!" My dad called from the kitchen.

"I'm busy," I responded flipping another page in my magazine.

"Put down the damn Teen People and get your ass in here."

I dropped the magazine and sat there a little taken back. Did my dad just curse me off? I got up and wandered into the kitchen. He was hovering around the kitchen trying to make everything look nice for dinner.

I felt a little of his stress when I walked in, "What do I have to do?"

"Set the table, change your shirt, and tell me what's wrong." He smiled knowingly.

"Done, I'll do it in a minute, and I'm not really in the mood to talk."

"Does this have to do with the fact that Dean is bringing a woman home for once?"

"Nope," I lied.

"Alright suit yourself. I'll just get it out of you later. Now hurry up with the table they'll be here in soon."

"Yeah, I'm on it."

I set the table quickly then went into my room to change my shirt. I changed into a nice, fitting, black sweater that matched my dark blue jeans. The doorbell rang and I felt like I was going to be sick. This is it I have to meet this chick now.

"Mel, come out we have company."

I sighed and walked out of the room. When I walked into the living room they were all smiling and talking about something. I quickly ducked in the hallway again; I peeked my head out and took a survey of what Cassie looked like. She was a thin black woman, with longish curly hair, and nicely dressed. I hate her already.

"Mel? You okay?" My dad called again.

"Uh…yeah I'll be there in a minute." I took a deep breath, put up my walls, and walked out.

My dad smiled and put his hands on my shoulders. We were facing Dean, Gramps, and Cassie now. She was giving me a pleasant smile and all I could do was try not to stick my tongue out at her.

"Cassie, this is my daughter Melanie."

"Mel," I grumbled.

"Mel, I've heard a lot about you."

"Wish I could say the same but I didn't even know you existed until about a week ago." I said rudely but put on a smile.

"Alright then! Shall we sit down? The food isn't quite ready yet."

My dad said going into the kitchen and grabbing everyone a drink with my Gramps' help. Everyone sat down around the living room but I remained standing by the kitchen doorway. My dad came back and handed everyone a beer and me a coke.

"Mel, Dean said you won 180 bucks playing some kid at pool. Good girl. I hope that went to buying me a good Christmas present," My Gramps smiled.

"Oh you know it Gramps. The kid thought he was real hot stuff to, he had no idea he was dealing with a Winchester."

"Yeah, that's actually how I met Dean he was hustling in a bar when he hit on me." Cassie smiled at Dean and he returned it.

"That's sweet," I responded in a tone that everyone could tell was fake.

Uncle Dean looked up at me and glared. I just gave him an innocent look and shrugged. I took a sip of my coke and tried to hide my smirk.

"So Mel, Dean tells me you're really smart. Are you thinking about any college's you want to go to?" Cassie asked politely.

"Nope." I said shortly.

My dad tried to elaborate, "Mel wants to be a full time hunter when she graduates high school."

"Really? You're not scared of the things out there?"

"If everyone was scared of what the day brought no one would get out of bed."

"That's very true…" She said not knowing what else to say I assumed.

"Yeah, I know that's why I said it." I replied like a smart ass.

"Mel, come with me to check on dinner will you?" My dad said standing up.

"But dad I'm trying to converse in a friendly-"

"Now Melanie."

He grabbed my arm and yanked me into the kitchen. He took out the ham from the oven and set it on the table. I helped him take out all the side dishes and place them in a nice order.

"What has gotten into you Melanie? She's just trying to take an interest in you!" He whispered.

"Well, that sure is mighty kind of her." I said sarcastically.

"That's enough Melanie, now I don't know why you hate her so much since you barely know her but you won't treat her like that. She's a guest in our house and she means a lot to your Uncle. Now you will be civilized for the rest of this dinner do I make myself clear?"

I glared up at him, the first time I've ever been really mad at him in a long time, "Crystal."

"Good. Now go tell everyone dinner's ready."

I walked back into the living room to see Cassie and my Gramps conversing happily while Dean smiled at the transaction.

"Food's ready." I said half assed.

When I turned around my dad was glaring at me, I shrugged and went to sit at the table. Dad and I had put a leaf in the table earlier to make it bigger. So it was Gramps and I on one side, Dean and Cassie on the other, and my dad at the head of the table.

"So Mel, do you have a boyfriend?"

When Cassie asked this it seemed like the whole table stopped and I just smirked at my dad.

"No, I don't. For two reasons one I have no time what with training, studying, chores, and hunting. The second being, I don't want to be tied down to one guy for a long period of time, I get bored easily." I said this entire thing avoiding her eyes.

I don't care how freaking friendly she seems I'm not happy about her being here. I continued to eat and make pointless small talk with everyone but Cassie.

"So what have you guys been hunting lately?" Cassie asked.

"Well, Mel recently saved our asses from a few zombies." My Uncle said proudly.

"Wow, Mel that's really brave of you."

"Yep," I said without looking up.

"Do you have a lot of experience hunting?"

"Yep."

"What's your favorite part? I know your Uncles and Gramps is the killing aspect and your dad's the research part. So what do you like the most?"

I ignored her question and decided to push her buttons. I smirked and looked up. My Gramps visibly tensed knowing I was about to start trouble.

"Really? Uncle Dean, your favorite part is killing? I thought it would be the part where you screwed at least three different girls in each town."

My Uncle almost choked on his food, Cassie looked down at the table, Gramps tried not to laugh, and my dad was pissed.

"Melanie!"

"What did I say something wrong?" I asked innocently.

"What the hell is your problem?" My Uncle asked.

"I don't have a problem."

"The hell you don't. You've been a complete bitch for the past week and it obviously has something to do with me but don't you dare take it out on Cassie."

"Screw you!"

"Enough!" My dad yelled, "First of all Dean, you're my brother and you've been with me every step of the way for parenting but if you call my daughter a bitch again I'll kick your ass."

I smiled smugly at Dan but he just continued to glare at me.

"As for you Melanie, you'll apologize to Cassie and to Dean because neither of them deserves the type of treatment you've given them." My dad continued.

I looked around the table and the only one who wasn't looking at me was my Gramps. He just continued eating and enjoying the show. I turned back to my dad and glared.

"And if I don't apologize?"

"You don't have a choice."

I laughed, "The hell I don't."

I got up form the table knocking my chair over and left the kitchen to get my coat. My dad was right behind me and grabbed my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Out."

"No you're not. You're going to go back into that kitchen and you're going to apologize to Dean and to Cassie. Now go."

"No!" I yelled.

"Melanie, do it!"

"No!" This time I screamed

The next thing I knew my dad went flying back into the TV entertainment center and sunk to the ground looking completely shocked. Dean, Gramps, and Cassie came running in. They all bent down to see if he was okay but all I could do was stare at what I had done.

"Dad…I didn't mean…oh god…what's wrong with me?"

I had tears streaming down my cheeks as I grabbed my coat again and ran out of the house. I ran down the block as fast as I could, trying to get as far away from the house as I could. I just kept running and running until I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I was numb not only physically but mentally. I had hurt my dad, I had physically hurt him.

My mother had emotionally killed him and I finished off the job. I decided to go back to the house. When I got there my Gramps' truck and Dean's Impala were both gone and all the lights were out in the house. I guess they went out looking for me. I crawled through my bedroom window since I had forgotten my keys. I changed into the warmest pajamas I could find and crawled into my bed.