"Mel, wake up." Dean shook his sister's shoulder gently, reeling her in from her dreams. Melinda opened her eyes then rolled over and looked at Dean sleepily. The room was still dark, but the fan on the ceiling stood out boldly against the daylight that seeped into Bobby's huose from outside.
Dean smiled as Melinda regained her consciousness. Melinda didn't smile. She rmembered all him and Cas discussed last night. If anything, she was angry. Angry that Dean was planning on keeping it all from her and Bobby.
Melinda sat up on the cot, then sluggishly hopped off, standing up weakly, stretching. Melinda noticed Castiel beside Bobby's cot, watching her. They shared eye contact, but Melinda didn't feel like smiling at him either. Was Cas planning on keeping this from her too? She didn't want to be mad with them, but she couldn't help it.
Maybe it was the pressure closing in on her as well. Sam and Dean weren't the only ones running from the Apocalypse, Melinda had to deal with the world without them. Maybe she was angry at Michael, and God for forcing Dean into this, and all she could do was take it out on the ones she loved. That was probably the case.
She looked at Dean who was making up her bed. Melinda waited until he was done until she got his attention. Dean stood up, and looked down at her. He noticed her face... the face she makes when something angers her.
"What?" He asked.
Melinda paused. She looked back at Bobby and Cas, then back to her brother. "Maybe we should talk in private." She looked to the door.
They stepped out of the room then Dean closed the door. Melinda turned her back to him for a moment.
"What time is it, Dean?" She said sarcastically. He checked his phone.
"5 to 10."
Melinda whipped around to face him with fire in her eyes. "You've got an hour, Dean."
Dean raised his eyebrows at her with surprise. "How did you---"
"Last night. I overhead you and Cas talking about it." Melinda tore her eyes from him.
Dean was quiet. "I was planning on telling you."
"What, 5 minutes before Michael comes? You should have told me last night." Melinda rubbed her eyes. "Does Bobby know?" She asked again.
Dean paused, looking at her with shame. "Cas probably told him already."
Melinda turned her back again. "You've got an hour," she repeated again, "does it bring back old memories?"
Of course she was talking about the day the hellhounds came for him.
Dean threw the back of her head and evil look. How dare she bring that up. Dean stepped foreward.
"What the hell does that mean?" He spat.
Melinda flipped around again. this time, she took a step closer to him. "You sold your life again, Dean! You and Sam both!" Melinda placed her hands on her hips. "It didn't really sink in before, but now, it feels like you're already gone!"
"If it means anything," Dean dropped the anger in his voice. "Michael isn't going to let Lucifer win. I can feel it." He whispered.
"And kill you both in the process. Even if Lucifer is defeated.. it's going to destroy you both." Melinda explained.
She stepped even closer to Dean, holding on to his arm.
"I can't enjoy Heaven on earth without you two."
Dean put both his hands on Melinda's shoudlers, holding her tightly. He zoned into her eyes, preparing to speak to her soul. "I want you to listen to me. I wouldn't leave you if I knew you and Bobby were alone." Dean paused, remembering what he told Castiel last night.
"Cas is going to take good care of you, I made him promise. He's not going to let anything happen to you. You're in good hands." Dean reassured her. He hoped she didn't hear the part where Dean wanted Cas to kill her if he couldn't help her. But Melinda did, she just chose not to bring it up. Instead, she took Dean's word.
"I believe you." she whispered. Dean half-smiled then turned around to open to the door.
There was exactly an hour.