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Melody came back when Sam and Dean were finished with their meal to take their empty plates and give them the bill.

"Oh and I get off in a few hours, only a half day today. If you want to get together sometime," she said seductively while she gently picked up Dean's hand and wrote down her phone number.

Sam got up to talk to some other girl sitting up by the counter, but Melody caught his attention before he succeeded in the task, "Oh, I wouldn't do that. She's got a boyfriend who really hates it when anyone hits on his girl, much less a traveler that has no plans on staying for long."

Sam sat back down and said, "How do you know we don't plan on staying too long?"

"Well, I know your type. You travel from town to town, never staying more than a few weeks," Melody said smoothly. Why did I say that? She thought to herself. He might have found out I can read minds, and I have no idea who these guys are and what's so wrong with them.

Turning back to Dean she said, "Well, I'll see you when I get off," And strode away.

Sam and Dean looked at each other with bewilderment. "How did she know I was going over to that girl at the counter? There's like ten other people over there!"

Just as bewildered as Sam, Dean answered, "It's weird, man. Well, at least we're going to get to know her a lot better when she gets done working." He gave Sam his best Dean Winchester grin.

With that the brothers paid their bill, left the restaurant, and went back to their motel room to wait for Melody to get off. While Sam went to check them in for another few nights at the motel, Dean decided to look at Melody's phone number on his hand, but when he glanced at the number he realized that she had written "Meet me next to the garbage cans behind the café at 12:30." Dean glanced at the clock to check the time, 8:30, feeling a little unsettled, rubbing the bedspread he sat on between his fingers. What was up with this girl? She couldn't just be that in love with his body that fast. There was definitely something not being said about this girl.

Sam walked in, surprised that his brother was staring at his palm, "Dude, what's wrong?"

"Nothing yet, but I don't really know. Remember when that waitress gave me her number?" Dean asked, looking up at Sam with a slightly confused, worried gaze.

"This morning? Yeah, it was like two hours ago when she gave it to you. Why?"

"Well, she didn't really write down her phone number. It was the more personal message of 'Meet me next to the garbage cans behind the café at 12:30'"

"Well maybe she likes you more than you think. Some women like to get to know their men in the daytime." Sam teased.

"I don't know Sammy. I have a really bad feeling about her for some reason," Dean answered seriously.

"Maybe you finally found your conscience," Sam said, still wanting to think that this was not as serious as they both thought. "Listen, man, I don't know what's going on here, but I think that we should meet her at 12:30… armed and ready for whatever she might have planned.

Sam and Dean spent the rest of the morning cleaning guns, researching witches, psychics, or anything else that they thought she might be.

"Hey Dean," Sam tried to get his brother's attention. "What if she's one of the children like me that the demon 'has plans for'?"

"Then there would have been a house fire sometime in 1983 around here," Dean answered assuredly, checking the internet for news of any house fires. "There was none around here, so she can't be a 'special child'"

"What if she moved? She could know something about the demon, maybe where to find it. I mean we really don't have any clue where it is right now, and with Dad gone, the demon could be hiding forever and we may never find it." Sam was now just venting any pent up anger with himself, his father, and maybe even Dean. "Sorry, I got a little carried away-awkward laughs- She probably doesn't know anything about the demon even if she is part of his 'plans.' None of the others knew anything and we don't even know if she has anything to do with the demon."

"Hey bro," Dean answered hands raised, "no chick flick moments. Apology accepted, but we got to go if we're going to meet her."

"Yeah, let's go."

The Winchester brothers waited behind the diner for nearly ten minutes. Finally Melody got off of work and jogged back to see them.

"Sorry, I had to stay the extra ten minutes, issues with a customer," Melody said, breathless from the stress of the last half hour. They all tried to talk at once.

"What's wrong with you?" Melody asked as Dean exclaimed, "How did you know what we were thinking in the diner?" while Sam asked quietly, "Do you know anything about the yellow eyed demon?"

Complete silence… Melody decided to speak first, a little defensively, "Okay. Dean I knew what you were thinking and going to do before it happened because I can read minds. Fine. Sam, I don't know anything about a yellow eyed demon, other than what I saw from your mind. Okay, now my question. Why are you seeing me and whatever that was with me in your mind, just to start?"

Sam gave an awkward laugh, "You're probably not going to believe me, but that thing you saw was a shape shifter. You're supposed to be attacked by one sometime in the next few days. I saw it because well we really don't know. We think it has something to do with a yellow eyed demon."

Dean added, "You don't have to believe us… but we're telling you the truth. You should know that already though."

"Okay, just one more question. How exactly are you going to save me from this shape shifter?" Melody asked, genuinely concerned about her wellbeing and believing the brothers completely.

"Well, since we can't stop them from coming to attack you and we don't know exactly when they'll decide to attack, so we'll probably just follow you around until something bad happens," Dean smirked.

"Well, that's comforting, my heroes," Melody retorted back, "But how will we know who's the shape shifter? I mean it could be anyone."

Sam answered, much more seriously than Dean, "Well, the attack is supposed to happen right about where we're standing. So… Do you plan to be at the café anytime in the next few days?"

"Well of course, I work here. Um… I work the night shift tomorrow night. Tonight I'm going on a date. I don't know where Dereck's taking me," Melody answered.

"Well, I guess that we shall be your silent stalkers on your date tonight," Dean snickered.

"Good luck. Our dates are pretty hard to follow, the main event usually off-roading to get away from the cops. We know how to avoid people, but you're welcome to try to tag along," Melody said, challenging Dean's ideas.