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Author's Note: I love you guys. thanks for the reviews.

Dad, stop.

"It's good to be home."

Mel dropped her bag at the door and jumped on the couch. Sam came in after her, moving her bag out of the way.

"Mel, you want anything? Pizza? Water? Do you want to watch TV or read or uh... oh we can go see how your car is?"

Mel noticed how her dad was itching to do something, anything. Mel stood up and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Dad, stop. I'm not going anywhere. At least…not anytime soon."

Sam chuckled, "That doesn't make me feel any better." He pulled her into a tighter hug.

"I'm sorry Dad. It's something I had to do. I would do it again and I probably will do it again."

"Promise you'll at least tell me before you leave next time?"

"You got it pops. Now you mentioned something about pizza?"

Sam laughed and ruffled Mel's hair. He walked into the kitchen to order and Mel went into her bedroom. She pulled a wad of money out from her pocket and put it back in its old hiding spot. She looked around but refused to look at the ceiling.

Whatever this demon wanted…she knew it had something to do with her and she wasn't about to let it take everyone she loved. Not now…not ever.

"Hey kid, you okay?"

Mel turned to see Dean standing in her doorway. She turned back around and very slowly looked up at the ceiling.

"Not really…"

"You gonna run again?"

Mel turned and smirked at Dean, "Not today."

He rolled his eyes and waved for her to follow him. They went into the basement and he headed over to the oldest books they have on the supernatural. He pulled out a giant dusty one. He blew the dust off of it and coughed a little. He brought it over to Mel and placed it in her hands.

"We stole this from Bobby a long, long time ago. There are protection symbols in it. You can draw them anywhere and put them everywhere. I suggest you put them in your room and around the house just not so obvious that your dad catches sight of them."

"Why?"

"Because it'll just piss him off that you need the protection."

Mel looked at the book and back up at Dean, "Thanks."

"Call it even. You did save my ass from that zombie a while back."

"Damn right I did."

"What did I tell you about your mouth, kid? One of these days your dad's going kill me for it."

Mel just laughed and walked upstairs. The whole family was sitting in the kitchen eating pizza when Mel brought up the next hunt.

"Oh yeah, so I think I found a cool hunt for us. Well, at least Dad, Dean, and I. You're going to be out of commission for awhile, Gramps."

"What is it?" Cassie asked a little nervous to hear the answer.

"Just some pissed off Dryads."

"What's a Dryad?"

"A wood nymph. They protect nature and trees." Dean explained.

"So isn't that a good thing?"

"For the most part but some dryads are evil. They punish people who mistreat trees and forests." Sam added.

"There's usually only one out of hundred that's the evil one. They're easy to find to…well, if you know where to look." Gramps concluded.

"Which I do, there's a park in Northeast Philadelphia called…I think its Penny Pack. It's big and runs into Winchester park, ironically, but I think we can do it."

"I'm in." Dean said without hesitation.

"If you go I go." Sam said to Mel.

"Good stuff. We can leave tomorrow morning."

"Oh and Mel, I have a little surprise for you." Dean said barely able to contain his glee.

"What is it? You look like a kid at Christmas."

"You tend to insult people who want to give you things did you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah, so what is it?"

"Your car's fixed. It's completely restored. So you can drive it to Philly while Sam and I take the Impala."

Mel almost chocked on her pizza, "Hell yeah!"

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

"It's not my fault! She's like a freaking canary!"

"Am not!" Mel argued.

"Are too!"