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Author's Note: IT'S TOMORROW! IT'S TOMORROW! IT'S TOMORROW!

It's just a big dog.

"It's just a big dog. It's just a big dog."

I kept repeating to myself as I walked through the woods on the night of the full moon. I could be sitting at home reading on my nice comfortable couch, with my feet propped up on my Uncle while he watches TV and my head in my Dad's lap as he grades his student papers.

But am I? No, I'm out hunting a werewolf, my worst fear. While my Uncle is knocking back another beer and my Dad worries about me. I had my gun drawn and kept my eyes peeled. I was so not in the mood for this. Then my freaking phone rang!

"Are you serious?" I whispered whipping out my phone, "Use your brain Mel, put it on vibrate!" I reprimanded myself then answered it, "This better be important."

"Why? What are you doing?" Uncle Dean asked.

"Dude, I'm hunting a freaking werewolf. Can I call you back?"

"Your Gramps' is in the hospital."

"What?" I yelled immediately regretting it when I heard a growl coming form behind me, "Uh… Uncle Dean I gotta go."

I hung up and turned around to see a werewolf staring down at me. Déjà vu much? I couldn't move. I was frozen in my place. Its paw came down and swiped my arm, knocking me out of my trance.

"God damn it!" I screamed.

I brought my gun up and aimed it perfectly at his heart. Once he was down I burned his ass.

I chuckled as he burned, "Where's the boy who cried wolf when you need him?"

Then I remembered my arm was bleeding and my Gramps' was in the hospital. I ran from the woods and drove to my motel. I packed my things as fast as I could and jumped in the car not having time to clean and bandage up my arm.

"Come on Dad, answer." I mumbled waiting for him to answer his phone.

"Mel? Sweetheart, where are you?"

"On my way home. What happened to Gramps?"

"He got hurt on a hunt…"

"How hurt?" I asked quietly.

"Broken arm, sprained ankle, and he was shot in his shoulder."

"What hospital?"

"Memorial."

"I'll be there by tomorrow. See you there. Love you Dad."

"I love you too."

I made it to Memorial Hospital at 6 in the morning. I snuck in because obviously visiting hours hadn't begun yet. When the nurse left to get coffee I snuck a look at her files and got his room number. I crept in and saw him sleeping. I walked over to side of his bed and kissed his forehead. I sat down in a chair and tried to get comfortable when something hit me.

I laughed lightly, "You better not have gotten hurt on purpose to get me back here Gramps."

I fell asleep in the chair and felt someone shaking me awake soon after. I opened my eyes and saw my Dad smiling down at me. I jumped up from my chair and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my head in his shoulder.

"I missed you, Daddy."

"I miss you too, Sweetheart."

"What time is it?" I asked sitting back down in my chair.

"Eleven. Your Uncle's getting coffee. He's going to be so excited to see you. How was the werewolf hunt?"

"Oh…that."

I glanced at my arm and realized I had completely forgotten about it. I rolled up my sleeve and saw four long gashes across my bicep.

"Oh my god Mel! He scratched you?"

"Yeah, just before I shot him. Can you help me get this cleaned up?"

"Let me see."

He came over and took my arm gently in his hands to inspect it further. My Uncle walked in and almost dropped his coffee cup.

"Mel?"

"Sup, Uncle Dean?"

He saw my arm, "What happened?"

"Werewolf got me."

He came over and looked at the cuts too. My Dad clicked his tongue and glanced at Dean. Dean nodded and I knew that wasn't good.

"It looks infected. We're going to have to clean it up with a lot of peroxide and wrap it. I think I can find the stuff we need in a supply closet or something. I'll be right back."

My dad kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. I looked at my Uncle and he was frowning at his Dad.

"He's fine, Uncle Dean. It's going to take more then a few broken bones and a hole in the shoulder to stop him."

Dean smirked, "I know, but it shouldn't have happened in the first place. It makes me think he's losing his touch."

"We're talking about John Winchester right? That man does not lose his touch." I gave my Uncle a meaningful look, "Neither do Dean and Sam Winchester."

Dean smiled down at me, "Did you have fun on your little rebellious runaway scam?"

"Actually it was really cool. I liked being on my own. I mean, I missed you guys terribly but I definitely think the road is the life for me."

"Makes sense, you've always been a free spirit."

"So you're cool with me leaving?"

"No I'm not cool with it, kid. But I can't stop it. So…when are you leaving again?"

I sighed. I had been thinking about this nonstop the whole drive back home. My family was all I had and I didn't want to lose them before I had too.

"I'll stay for now, but I demand to go on every hunting trip. I don't want to go back to school now that I'm already taking online courses. Deal?"

"Deal, as long as you stay with us, I don't care." My dad said while walking over to care for my arm.

"Ah, my plan worked perfectly."

My head snapped towards the bed to see my Gramps smirking at me. I glared at him but couldn't help but smile.

"I knew it! You little sneak!"