Chapter 2

"And what's in it for you?" Dean asked suddenly. The girls turned to him. Melangell looked up at him. Her silver eyes appearing a pale blue-violet. He looked into them and froze. Mel looked at her sister and Isolde looked at the boys.

"What do we tell them now? Huh, Mel?" Isolde whispered. "I told you they wouldn't believe us!"

"They didn't say they didn't believe us," Mel said. She turned around to face the boys again. "Just tell them something, without telling them everything."

"Look, boys, we know how this must look, but you have to believe us, we're only here to help," Isolde said.

"I don't believe you," Dean said. Isolde turned to her sister.

"Okay so now they said they don't believe us," Mel said. Isolde nodded her head. She turned back to Dean and Sam and sighed.

"Okay, look," Isolde said. "This is what's happening. We're not from around here, we're not…like you guys. We're…"

"Isolde, what are you doing," Mel asked suddenly panicked.

"We're in a bit of trouble ourselves," Isolde said looking at her sister. Mel narrowed her eyes.

"One second while I talk to my sister again…" Mel said pulling Isolde off to the side. "What are you doing? You can't tell them we're in trouble because then they're going to ask more questions and I really hate questions, especially the kind from the guy who thinks he's god's gift to earth over there."

"Do you have a little crush on…god's gift to earth?" Isolde asked knowingly raising an eyebrow.

"You're crazy Isolde, he's a human, which means he's mortal, and mortals are idiots," Mel said.

"Whatever," Isolde said. She then walked back over to the boys. "Look, our people are slowly fading away. That's why we came here. We need your help."

"So let me get this straight, two paranormal women…" Dean said he looked Mel up and down. One is, if I dare think it, something I wouldn't mind waking up next to tomorrow morning, he thought to himself. "Who need our help but can't tell us much more than that?"

"Yes," Isolde said trying to hold in her laughter. "And in exchange we help you."

"And trust me you guys could use our help…really," Mel added. She then leaned in to whisper in Dean's ear, but then spoke loud enough for the other two to hear. "And by the way, the only thing you'll be waking up next to tomorrow morning, is the cold empty space in the bed where you wish I was."

"Dude, I think she just insulted you," Sam said as he and Isolde tried not to bust out laughing, and nearly failed…miserably.

"Shut up, Sammy," Dean said. He looked at Mel. "What are you talking about?"

"I can read minds…" Mel started.

"That doesn't mean I was talking…thinking about you," Dean said trying to hold his cool.

"See I told you mortals were idiots," Mel whispered to Isolde before turning back to Dean. Isolde nodded. She then turned back to the boys. "Whether you were thinking of me or my sister, it doesn't change the out come. Neither of us will sleep with you. And that's not what we're here for, if I wanted to hunt someone down to sleep with, you would be Johnny Depp, and trust me, you're not that hot."

"Wait a minute what did you say?" Dean asked with a cocky, know-it-all smirk.

"What do you mean what did I say?" Mel asked.

"You said I'm not that hot," Dean said with the same smirk.

"So? All I was saying was that you definitely do not measure up to the total godliness that is, Johnny Depp," Mel said.

"Yeah, but you still think I'm hot," Dean said.

"No I don't! Definitely not. Far from it," Mel said. "In fact, you are so far from the truth that not even the wizard of Oz could bring you back."

"Well then allow me to click my heels together, because, I think, no I know that I'm right," Dean said. "See I don't have to read minds to know what you were thinking when you said that."

"Get over yourself," Mel said.

"You're just mad because you know I'm right," Dean said.

"Sure, Dean, you got me!" Mel said sarcastically. "I didn't really mean Johnny Depp I meant you."

"Really?" Dean asked.

"No!" Mel laughed. "I really meant Johnny Depp."

"Whatever, I thought you guys said that you weren't from around here," Dean said. "How the hell have you heard of Johnny Depp?"

"I didn't say that Isolde did, and she said we weren't from around here, that doesn't mean we're completely blind to totally sexiness!" Melangell said.

"Yeah, well, pass me some rum and toss me a sword, 'cause I would so be your Captain Jack Sparrow," Dean said.

"Sorry, mate, but the rum is gone, and I said sexy, not obnoxious," Mel said. "Savvy?"

"As entertaining as this all is, really," Isolde said. "I think we should get back to business."

"I totally agree," Sam said looking at Isolde. Isolde blushed a little. It wasn't hard to see it, seeing as she had porcelain white skin. Secretly Mel wished she had Isolde's skin complexion. She loved the look of her sisters soft white skin. In comparison her own soft tan skin was so natural looking. To her it was plain, but something Mel had that Isolde didn't were her eyes. They were a simple silver in reality, but if hit a certain way could appear blue, nearly violet. Mel may have beautifully unique eyes, but everything about Isolde seemed to scream perfection, her red hair, her perfectly flawless skin, everything. Even her voice sounded perfect.

"Mel, are you there?" Isolde asked. Mel blinked as she was brought back to reality from her trance.

"Yeah, I'm here," Mel said looking down.

"Alright then lets go," Isolde said. "We'll see you boys in the morning."

"Good night," Sam said looking Isolde straight in the eyes. She held his gaze for a moment before looking away smiling.

"Night Mel," Dean said.

"Yeah, night guys," Mel said as she left the room.

"Mel, wait!" Dean called. She paused just outside the door. "Hey Mel, I think I need someone to tuck me into bed. You know anyone?"

"Yeah, I think I know someone," Mel said flirtatiously. She slinked towards him.

"Oh yeah?" Dean said, slightly shocked but quickly recovered.

"Yeah, I'm sure if you ask Sam real nice, he'd be happy oblige!" Mel said, and she walked away. "Good night Mr. Winchester."

"Oh she's good," Dean whispered to himself.

"Yeah, I know I am," Mel said turning around so she could see his face.

"Let me guess, you read my mind?" Dean asked.

"No, I have great hearing, and plus I was standing right here," Mel said with a smile.

"Right," Dean said. "Anyway good night."

He then waited till she was down the hall hurrying to catch up with her sister, and he closed the door to think to himself. Man, she really is good. Not to mention she has an amazing body.

"Dean, if you like the girl, maybe you should try being nice to her, or actually tell her your feelings," Sam said. "You know actually act human?"

"What's that supposed to mean? What do you mean, if I like the girl?" Dean asked. "You should know me by now Sammy, I don't play that sweet, boyfriend type, not since Cassie. You know that. Besides I didn't see you telling Isolde what you thought about her."

"Don't give me that Dean," Sam said. "It's still hard sometimes. Sometimes when I close my eyes, all I see is Jessica on the ceiling as she bursts into flames. Besides, we just met the girls."

"Yeah, and that same excuse doesn't work for me and Mel?" Dean said. "Look I'm sorry about Jessica, but I think Isolde could maybe help you with those visions, and everything."

"You just want to see Mel more," Sam said. "I told you, you liked her. Maybe even love her…I mean you guys are perfect for each other you accent each other like wine and cheese."

"Look Sammy, I don't know where these ideas of yours come from, but I don't like Mel, I sure as hell don't love her, and I just want to help you get those visions under control," Dean said.

"Whatever, I'm going back to bed," Sam said. "Night Jerk."

"Yeah same to you, Bitch," Dean replied, as he got into bed. As he lay there trying to fall asleep, though, something kept creeping into his mind…or more like someone. The only thing was, it was someone he least expected.

Mean while a couple rooms over in the girls room Isolde lay on her bed looking at her sister. She watched as her sister sat focusing. She laughed a little, and Mel looked over at her.

"Anything good?" Isolde asked.

"Yeah, not really," Mel said. Isolde knew what was being said in the other room just as well as she did.

"Look, Mel, if you like him tell him," Isolde said.

"Isolde, I don't like him," Mel said. She could tell Isolde was trying to read her thoughts and shut everything out. "Look, that whole love thing doesn't really work for me. It may work for you, and the rest of, everyone, but it never turns out good for me. Especially when a mortal is involved. In case you forgot, we don't die Isolde, they do! Nothing can change that. There's no use getting attached, they all die eventually, and if they don't die they just leave."

"Mel," Isolde said moving over to sit with her sister. She watched as a tear fell from Mel's eye. "What is this all about? Is this about that mortal you dated?"

"No Isolde, it's about the immortals I've dated, and its about Derek, the one guy, mortal as he was, that I ever even dreamed of giving my heart to. I almost gave up everything for him, and he found out our secret, and well, where is he now?" Mel said.

"Mel, not all guys are like Derek," Isolde tried to reason.

"Yeah, well, I'm not about to fade away because of a fucking broken heart. I'm not letting another guy break my heart. Not again, I can't go through that again Isolde," Mel said. "Especially, that jackass player, Dean Winchester. That's just a heartbreak waiting to happen, and it's not going to be my heart he breaks."

"So you do like him," Isolde said.

"No, I don't," Mel said.

"Yes you do," Isolde said.

"Ugh!" Mel said with an exasperated sigh. "That's it, I'm going to bed!"

"Good night," Isolde said to her sister with a small knowing smile. Mel just shook her head and turned onto her side.

"Isolde, do you think Ada is okay?" Mel asked suddenly, flipping to her other side to face her sister. "I mean, without us, do you think he's okay?"

"He's not alone Mel," Isolde said. She looked over at Mel. "Mel, don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this, before Ada fades away." She got up and walked over to Mel's bed and sat down. She stroked her sisters long dark hair. She laughed as she tucked a strand of hair behind Mel's ears. "How long do you think we'll be able to hide these?"

"I don't know," Mel laughed. "I guess we can't wear our hair up for a while."

"Yeah, probably wouldn't be a smart idea," Isolde said with a smile. Her smile fell slightly though when she looked into Mel's silver eyes. "You're really worried about Ada aren't you?"

"I just don't want him to fade away like Naneth did," Mel looked down. She then looked back up at Isolde. "I know me and her didn't get along that well, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt when she faded…"

"I know Mel," Isolde said. She reached out and touched her sister. "Don't worry, we'll stop this…together."

"Yeah," Mel said softly, looking down again. "Meleth Le."

"Meleth Le," Isolde said and she kissed her sisters forehead before standing up and getting into her own bed again. They both slowly drifted off to a sleep.

DREAM/VISION

Mel stood in a daze. She looked around and found none of the surroundings familiar. She looked over her shoulder searching for someone, but she wasn't quite sure who she was looking for. She looked around at her surroundings again. She was in what appeared to be a room, it was dark but she could see a light a little distance away. She looked around and smelled the air. Suddenly she got a chill as she felt another presence in the room.

"Isolde?" she whispered. "Isolde is that…" before she could finish her sentence though she could sense a negativity in the room and knew at once that it wasn't Isolde. She froze as she felt something brush against her arm. She looked down as she began to breathe heavily.

"Isolde's not here, Melangell," a slithery voice whispered in her ear. "No, you're all alone, aren't you? What a shame, all alone, no one to help you. No one to come to your rescue. Perhaps Isolde got tired of having to bail you out. Maybe you've scared Dean away, after all you don't love him do you? Oh and your father, he's no longer able to help you now, not where he's going."

"Who the hell are you?" she said anger building inside her. "Who are you?"

"Oh, that's quite easy to answer Melangell, I'm your worst nightmare. Consider this you're little warning, you can't run from me for long, I'll find you eventually. I always do…" the voice hissed. She felt something brush passed her again and jumped. She turned around trying to follow the voice.

"Show yourself," she said hiding the quivering in her voice.

"Oh have no fear, there will be time for revelations later. Plenty of time," the voice hissed. "Of course that may not be the case for your sister, I have a feeling she'll fade quickly. Quite quickly."

"What have you done to her? Where is she?" Mel said her anger causing her blood to boil.

"Nothing," the voice said. "Yet." She felt something come passed her again and she grabbed it by what appeared to be the throat.

"If you touch a hair on my sisters head, you can mark my words that I will remove yours," Mel hissed. "Now tell me where is my sister!'

"Oh, you have a temper to you don't you?" the voice said amused.

"Yeah, I've killed monsters for a lot less," Mel threatened. She tightened her grip. "Now, tell me where my sister is!"

"That's right, get angry," the voice said. "Go on kill me…" That's when it hit her. That's what it wanted. It wanted her to get angry.

"What are you?" she whispered as she let go of the beings neck.

"I've already told you, I'm your worst nightmare," the voice hissed. All of a sudden she heard footsteps. "We will be back."

"Fuck you," she whispered. She heard the voice snicker as she felt the presence disappear. "Fuck!"

"Mel?" she heard familiar voices call. "Mel?" Mel mustered up the power to call a light orb. The orb was dull, most likely from the energy she used on the stupid 'nightmare'. The light began fading as she found her way to the door. She opened it quickly and was suddenly surrounded by a blinding light. Suddenly she felt warm arms wrap around her and a male voice whisper in her ear, "I love you…", though she couldn't see the face. The voice then whispered. "It's okay, everything will be fine." She felt herself just lean into the embrace and it felt, perfect. It comforted her.

END DREAM/VISION

Mel sat up quickly and looked around. Isolde was sitting on her bed looking at her with concern in her eyes.

"Mel, are you okay?" Isolde asked. Mel took deep breaths and looked at her sister. She nodded.

"Yeah I'm okay," Mel said.

"Are you sure?" Isolde asked. Mel smiled.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said softly. "Come on, the guys are waiting for us. Don't want to keep your precious Sam waiting…"

"How did you…" Isolde started.

"Please, it's obvious, and you couldn't stop thinking about him last night, and you're thinking about him right now," Mel said, trying to keep the dream out of her mind, but something kept telling her to stay on guard. She smirked. "So why didn't you tell him how you felt?"

"Melangell, do not start with me!" Isolde said firmly. She looked at her sister and they smiled at each other as they got ready for the busy day that lie ahead of them.