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Authors Note: I want ot thank everyone who sent in ideas. You guys are awesome. I'm going to try and do all of them first up is a combination of HYPERLITE.HO and noname32.

You know why.

I was drinking coffee and going through the paper when my cell went off. I sighed and grabbed it before I disturbed anyone else in the diner.

"Hello?"

My Uncle's voice rang through the line, "Hey kid, what are you up to?"

"Looking for a new gig, how about you?"

"I just got off work and am on my way to your house to see how your dad is holding up. He misses you, you know?"

I sighed, "I know, I miss him too."

"So, why not come home?"

"You know why."

"God, you sound like my dad." Dean laughed.

"I take that as a compliment." I said proudly.

"Yeah, you would. So I have a question. What are you doing about school? If you don't graduate you're screwed for life."

"Well, I don't think it's that dramatic but I'm taking my classes online. I e-mailed my teachers and they send me all my assignments and things like that. I'll have enough credits to graduate by next month."

"Don't you want to do the whole cap and gown thing?"

I gave the phone an incredulous look, "Did you want to do that?"

"Point taken, I talked to Missouri the other day…"

"Well, that's never good."

"Ha, ha, very funny. I asked her when it would be safe for you to come back home."

"And…"

"She said soon. You can't be with us long but knowing your dad he'll probably handcuff you to a chair."

I smiled, "Yeah…knowing dad…"

Dean sensed my tone of sadness, "He knows you have to do this. He had to do it once too just with a few details tweaked."

"I wish you guys were here."

"I do too…Alright well…I'm going to go. Call your dad soon okay?"

"Tonight, I promise."

"Good girl."

After I hung up I went back to perusing the paper, finally something looked right up my ally. Young girl named Abby Walsh was marred to death in the woods. Police are saying a grizzly bear attack. Parents and friends devastated.

"Please be a Wendigo, please be a Wendigo." I whispered while pulling out my laptop.

I pulled up the lunar calendar and cursed. My all time least favorite thing to hunt…a werewolf. I hate the damn things mainly because of a not so pleasant encounter I had with them once. I packed up my things, paid for my coffee, and hit the road.

I was heading for North Carolina and praying that maybe I was wrong with this whole werewolf thing and maybe it was just a Wendigo. I rented a motel room seven hours later and lied down on the bed. It was around ten thirty by then so I grabbed the phone and called home.

"Hello?" My dad sounded so sad.

"Hi Dad."

"Mel? How are you, sweetheart?" His tone just got a whole lot happier.

"I'm fine, Dad. I'm on a job right now but I can't really investigate till tomorrow morning so I thought I'd give you a call."

"Mel, Dean talked to Missouri and…"

"I know Dad, he already told me."

"Oh, you…you talked to your Uncle?"

"He called me earlier today."

"Oh…" He sounded disappointed.

"Dad…"

"Yeah?"

"I'm…I'm scared."

"Of what, Mel?"

"I think I might be hunting a werewolf."

"Mel, tell me where you are right now."

"You know I can't," I got up and looked out the curtain to take in my surroundings. No one was out but that didn't mean nothing was happening.

"Melanie, I demand that you tell me where you are right now." He said forcibly.

"Goodnight Dad."

I hung up and crawled back into to bed. Before I fell asleep I prayed. I prayed to whatever god was up there and asked them to keep my family safe for another night and to keep me safe. For tomorrow, I hunt my worst fear.

I was walking up a trail in the woods when my cell phone went off. I was frustrated enough as it was. I didn't get any caffeine this morning and I was up at 4 worrying about my dad. I grabbed the phone and whipped it open.

"What?" I grumbled.

"Don't talk to me like that, young lady."

I immediately stood up straighter, "Sorry Gramps. What's up?"

"Where are you?"

"Hunting."

"Yeah, a werewolf, I heard. Where?"

"Uh…in the woods."

"Melanie, I swear to god…"

"Sorry sir, listen I can't tell you where I am. I'm sorry."

"Listen, be careful. You know what to do right?"

"Yes sir. Silver bullet to the heart."

"I meant about your fear. You have to stand tall Mel. Don't let it scare you and whatever you do, do not freeze up!"

"I won't. I'll call you later."

I hung up and headed further into the woods. God, the men in my family sure worry a lot.

GENERAL POV

"Sam, what are you doing?" Dean asked peering over his brother's shoulder.

"Looking to see where there might be a werewolf attack."

"Sam, for the last time, she doesn't want to be found. Just let it go."

"Do you remember the last time she faced a werewolf, Dean?"

Sam asked in a low intimidating voice. Unfortunately Dean remembered all to well what Mel's last experience had been with a werewolf.

FLASHBACK

"Daddy, please I want to come!" Nine year old Melanie was tugging on Sam's pant leg with tears in her eyes.

"Mel, sweetheart, I'm sorry you just can't come with us."

"Uncle Dean!" She shouted running over to jump in her Uncle's lap, "Can I go?"

Dean looked into her big brown eyes and gave a pleading look at Sam who was shaking his head no. Dean looked sadly back at his niece.

"Sorry sweetie," One of the very rarely said nicknames he used to have for her, "This one's boys only."

"Not fair!"

Sam kissed his daughter's forehead and they left her with Bobby in his cabin. They were going into the woods behind it because there were supposedly sightings of a werewolf near by. When Bobby fell asleep in the arm chair, as he always did watching One Life to Live, Mel slipped out the back door.

She followed her Dad's footprints, something her Uncle taught her how to do if she ever got separated from them. Mel wasn't sure why her Daddy and Uncle had gone into the woods she just knew that she wasn't invited and that upset her. It was getting darker and Mel was getting more and more scared.

She finally saw her Daddy and Uncle but they had their guns drawn aiming at something very large in front of them. Something growled behind Melanie. She slowly turned around and looked up into the scary yellow eyes of a monster.

"Mel! Drop!" Dean yelled.

Sam shot the one in front of him and Dean shot the one in front of Mel. Sam ran over and scooped up his baby into his arms and tried to hush her crying.

"Sam, she was nine besides we convinced her that it was a dream."

"Yeah, but she had nightmares until she was 14 and Dad finally told her that all that stuff weren't just dreams."

Dean lowered his eyes, "Oh… Still Sam, I think we should let her face her fear."

Sam knew he was right. Dean was almost always right when it came to hunting. He slowly turned off his computer and put his head in his hands. Dean patted him on the back.

"She'll come home soon, I know she will."