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Melody drove back to her apartment to get ready for her date. She browsed her closet looking for the perfect outfit. After about twenty minutes of trying on clothes, she finally found it, a neon blue tank top and cut off shorts, which accented her naturally curly blonde hair. After changing she threw open her curtains to her apartment and gave a mischievous wave to Sam and Dean in their Impala below. Well, they sure were persistent, she thought to herself as she searched for her cellphone.
"I guess they really care about people," Melody said to her empty apartment, doubting that they actually cared about her at all. There always was an ulterior motive with guys like them, hunters. She had always hated the way hunters acted, never respecting other's personal opinions and not believing that others could take care of themselves because of their "lack of experience with supernatural beings." "But since I can read their minds, I know exactly how to protect myself from shape shifters. They should know that. Maybe they just want the job done right." She picked out a light blue eye shadow from her bathroom vanity and applied a little to her eyelids. Looking in the mirror, she decided that her curly, fly-away hair highlighted the rest of her outfit and brushed through it, leaving it down.
Her cellphone rang, with a catchy country song, breaking the silence, "Country girl, shake it for me girl. Shake it for me girl. Shake it for me."
"Hey babe," came Dereck's voice through the phone as Melody made a mad dash to grab the smartphone.
"Oh, Hey Dereck," Melody answered, sitting down on her lime green couch which matched the rest of the room's lime green decor.
"I was wondering if you were ready for our date. I know it's a little early but" He asked, checking the clock on the dash of his parked truck, which read 3:30. "I could come pick you up in ten minutes… If you're ready."
"Oh. Sure, Dereck. I'll see you in ten minutes then, love you," Melody said, already going into cleaning overdrive. She had the mountain of dishes washed, the floor vacuumed, bathroom cleaned, the living room dusted and tidied, and her bedroom cleaned just in time for Dereck to buzz on the keypad downstairs.
Running to open the door for him (and nearly sending a middle aged woman with groceries down the stairs), she charmingly opened the door for Dereck, even though she could have let him into the building from her apartment, but their tradition continued as she grabbed the door handle. Hand in hand, the slowly walked back up the flight of steps to Melody's apartment. When they finally made it to apartment 28, Dereck flopped on the couch as Melody grabbed her purse from the closet in the corner of the apartment.
"So, Romeo, where are we going on this early afternoon date?" Melody asked seductively, gently sliding onto the couch so she was right next to him. "Or are we staying in tonight. You know, have a little one-on-one time." She finished batting her eyes suggestively.
"You know I was thinking about going to that ribs place for supper. You know so we could get some barbecue ribs," Dereck nervously paused so that he could see her reaction. "Then we could go out dancing if you wanted, or we could come to your apartment for the rest of the night." He said the last sentence much more calmly, as he knew that she would want to stay in sometime.
"Well, then let's get going to that ribs place for some food. I'm starving," Melody teased, standing up, "But seriously, if we're going there we had better get going. We don't want to be there all night. They don't take reservations."
Melody led Dereck out of her apartment building and gave one last wave to Sam and Dean, in their supposed concealment, and jumped into Dereck's truck as he drove away to the restaurant.
"Who'd you wave to?" Dereck asked, glancing at Melody for a second.
"Huh?"
"Who did you wave to before we got in the truck? You waved to someone."
"Oh, it was nobody, just a few stalkers," Melody stated, laughing.
"Oh… Okay, I guess you have some not so secret admirers," Dereck answered back, a lopsided grin on his face.
The old, green truck drove into the restaurant's parking lot and the occupants got out. "Did you notice the Impala following us?" Dereck whispered, wrapping his arm around Melody.
"Yeah. My not-so-secret admirers are currently following us into this fine establishment."
"Well, we might just have to take a joy ride after supper to get rid of them," Dereck whispered as he kissed Melody's forehead, snickering mischievously.
The couple walked into the restaurant together, laughing and smiling, with the Winchesters silently following behind them. A waitress showed Melody and Dereck to a table after about a ten minute wait. Sam and Dean sat at the bar in the front of the restaurant waiting for them to return from their meal.
"Hello, my name is Ella. I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I get you anything to drink tonight?" the waitress asked Dereck and Melody.
"Um… I'll have a Mountain Dew," Dereck answered.
"I'll have a beer," Melody stated. The waitress walked away.
"What, Mel? I'm driving tonight, so don't even give me that look," Dereck said, staring into his girlfriend's eyes.
"I know, Dereck," Melody giggled back. "I wasn't giving you my death stare, just a questioning glance."
"Whatever, babe," Dereck said as they leaned in to kiss each other. The waitress set the drinks on the table next to them so they could be alone and came back in a few minutes to take their orders. How she wished that she could have that kind of relationship with her boyfriend. For the past few weeks he had been saying things like "I bet you don't even love me anymore" and "maybe we should take a break from each other." She couldn't understand why he had suddenly said these things. Before this they had been a nearly perfect match. Sure, they had arguments, but not relationship breaking arguments. Nobody was perfect. She had always thought that they would be together forever, but now she was second-guessing if they would make it for two more weeks.
Ella brought Dereck and Melody the barbecue ribs they ordered and asked them if they needed anything else. After ensuring that they were happy with their meals, she turned on her heel and let them enjoy their supper.
Still giggling and laughing on their date, Dereck walked over to the counter to pay their bill, and Melody walked briskly to the bathroom and slipped out the back exit. Dereck pocketed his wallet and walked out the front door supposedly without Melody. Both Sam and Dean figured Dereck would wait for Melody to get back and didn't realize that there was a back exit out of the restaurant, so they waited at the bar for 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Dereck leaned against his truck, waiting for Melody to walk out from the back of the building. In about two minutes, Melody ran out of the darkness and quickly climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, laughing at their little trick.
"God, those Winchester boys are never gonna know what hit them," Melody laughed as they tore out of the parking lot. "They're probably still waiting for me to come out of the bathroom at the bar."
"Wait! Did you say Winchester?" Dereck asked turning rapidly turned toward Melody, concern in his eyes.
"Yes, why do you know them?" Melody asked slightly confused. She wanted to read Dereck's mind but knew that she wouldn't. If she was going to have a relationship with him she wasn't going to snoop around his mind. If he wanted to tell her something, he would tell her.
"Maybe, I know the name. My dad had a run-in with a John Winchester once, a real lunatic. He sold my dad some story about a demon that killed his wife. He said it had yellow eyes. Whatever, that was nearly fifteen years ago. I was still a kid then," he paused to change the subject. Dereck cringed at further thought of his childhood. "Well, I don't see any Impala in the rearview mirror." He and Melody had a good laugh at the Winchesters' expense.
Back at the restaurant, Sam and Dean waited for ten minutes, but Melody never came out the front door.
"Is there a back entrance to this place?" Dean asked the bartender.
"Yeah, back by the kitchen," the bartender answered, pointing to the small red sign that most people would probably never notice. Sam and Dean ran to the door that the bartender had indicated and pushed through the heavy swinging doors and into the night.
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