College. Such a change from hunting. Melissa, or Mel, couldn't wait until her classes started. She was going to school at the University of Tennessee at Knoxville and her major was Physical Anthropology. She wanted to help solve real crimes and to help stray the cases away from the supernatural. She did miss hunting occasionally. The only thing she missed 100% of the time was her ex boyfriend, Dean Winchester. He was so furious that she had chosen to go to college after Sammy had. That meant he was alone and he hated that.

She decided then that the relationship wasn't going to work because she needed to do something with her life besides kill demons and burn bones. She was finally proud of herself for getting a full ride and being able to do something she loved but Dean would not let it go. They had their worst fight yet the night she told him. He kicked her out of the motel room and said that the family had no more room for any other traitors. So she waited until morning, went back, packed her stuff, and walked out.

That was six months ago and she still hurt every time she thought about it. He had said awful things to hurt her and they worked. She didn't hate him for it. Hell, she forgave him within a week, but those things he said would never go away. John loved that she was going to college. He said he was really proud of her. He always thought that hunting was for the men and he never wanted to see her hurt so he always pushed her towards college. In some ways she guessed Dean was very jealous that John wanted her out but he wanted his own sons to live and breathe hunting.

Now she stood in front of her first class and took a deep breath before walking in. She didn't need to worry about what Dean thought now. She was living her dream and no one was going to stop her now.

She picked a desk in the middle of class and took out her new laptop. When she opened it, she smiled as a picture of her and Sam Winchester greeted her. She took it when he came back to help her move into her dorm room. Not a minute after that an IM popped up.

SamW: Hey!

She smiled as she typed back.

MelM: Howdy stranger!

SamW: What are you doing?

MelM: Sitting in my first class. You?

SamW: Sitting in my apartment waiting for the time to leave. Miss me yet?

MelM: Everyday and you know it! 

SamW:  I miss you too, munchkin.

MelM:  I hate it when you call me that!

SamW: But I always will so get over it! Haha.

MelM: Well the professor is walking in. I'll try to IM you during class but no promises!

SamW: Ok! Don't stress. Dad is coming to see you soon. Dean called me last night. You changed your number after your fight with Dean and he said that Dad wanted it. Can I give it to him?

MelM: As long as Dean doesn't call me himself. Do not give it to Dean to give it to John. Have John get on the phone to give it to him. TTYL! Bye! Love you!

She closed her laptop as the professor started walking around class making sure everyone had the right textbooks. The rest of the class flew by and she was on her way back to her dorm for something to eat since she had slept in that morning. As she started walking, her phone vibrated in her pocket.

*POV change!!!* (A/N: Sorry. That was just for the beginning. I'll try to keep it to her point of view now.)

"Hello?" I asked as I picked up.

"Hey, Mell-Bell," I heard a deep rough voice with a southern twang and smiled.

"Hey, John."

"How is the whole college thing?" He asked tenderly and I wondered what had gotten into this man.

"It's going awesome. I love it. I'm going to my second class right now. It's my Anthropology class."

"Isn't that what your major is going to be?" He asked as if he was reassuring himself of something.

"Yeah. I get to solve crimes and help hunters if they need anything if a case comes to town."

"I don't want you getting into the actual cases, Mel." He said as his voice became firm.

"I know, John. I won't. I will just be helping them out by telling them what I found and my theories as to what might have done it if it's even supernatural." I explained as I turned down Pat Summit Rd.

"I have someone here who wants to say something to you." He said and my stomach plummeted. I immediately felt the tears well up behind my eyes.

"No, John. Not now. Anyone but him just not him." I pleaded and heard him chuckle.

"I never helped raise you to be scared. Just talk to him. Trust me he won't say anything out of the way." I knew Dean wouldn't because his dad was right there. He would wait and steal my number so the real fight can begin. I know Dean Winchester.

"Hey, Mel." I heard the familiar voice from the other side of the phone and immediately the tears came cascading down my face.

"Hey, Dean." I replied as I wiped furiously at my face.

"Let me get a little ways farther from dad so I can really talk."

"Ok." I prayed that he wouldn't pick a fight. I didn't want to fight with him.

"Ok, I just wanted to say I'm sorry." He said after what sounded like a struggle. Apologies were not Dean's thing. He hated what he called "chick-flick moments". And this situation was one of those moments.

"I forgave you already, Winchester. But some of the things you said to me will never be erased." I said feeling my defenses against him going up.

"I know I can't take anything back. Dad said he is going to come see you soon. I don't know if it would be too soon, but I wanted to see you too." He was being very tender which is very unlike Dean. He was only tender towards me though. I guess because we loved each other, or I thought we did, he was being softer with me because he was afraid I would break.

"Maybe. You can come, but I cannot guarantee that I will want to see you. But just on the off chance I will want to, I want you to be with John." I told him knowing I was getting his hopes up and kind of feeling bad for it. I didn't want to hurt him but at the same time I wanted him to know what rejection was like.

I practically heard that sexy smirk he does and I wanted to melt but I wouldn't allow myself to. I told him I would see them both soon and to tell John I loved him. I knew he was disappointed that I didn't say it to him but I was not about to after he did what he did to me.

The rest of my classes flew by that day. All I did afterwards was sit in my room and talk to my roommate. She was awesome and we got along very well. I didn't get along with girls very often but I did now apparently. As we were talking I heard a blood curdling scream from down the hallway.

I immediately ran down the hallway to find a man holding a girl up by her neck.

"Hey!" I screamed and he turned around. I kicked him but it didn't really do anything. He then dropped the girl and came after me. Luckily I had salt in my pocket so I threw it in his eyes to slow him down. When I did that, he disappeared.

"Well, Damn!" I muttered to myself. "I just ran into a goddamn spirit."

The girl walked up to me and thanked me and asked me what happened.

"Well," I started. "That was what is commonly known as a spirit. A ghost basically." I laughed when she looked at me like I was nuts.

"That isn't possible. You're insane!" She started backing up.

"Well how do you explain him disappearing then? They can't go through salt. So if you salt your windows and doors they can't come in unless they were haunting your room in the first place, then they can't leave."

She just looked at me and eventually smiled. "Thank you very much. Did you get rid of it?"

I frowned. "No I didn't. Salt keeps them at bay, it doesn't kill them. Who was that man?" I asked her in case he was haunting her.

"I have no clue." She said just a little too fast. I immediately knew she was lying.

"Ok, then here." I handed her a small bag of salt. "Just remember to salt every way into the room." I then walked away.

I didn't know if the salt would work for her but it was better to try than to just let her get hurt. Then my conscience would never let me sleep or live.

Two nights later I heard her screaming again and I ran back down to the room with more salt. I kicked her door in to find the spirit trying to rape her. I screamed for her to close her eyes and when she did, I threw salt on him again. He disappeared but not before I heard, "I'll get you back, Millie."

"Huh," I said to myself as I helped her up. "You sure you don't know him, Millie?" I emphasized her name to let her know I knew she lied to me.

"Ok," She sighed, defeated. "I knew him. He stalked me for awhile until I called the cops. They never found him. I then started carrying a knife. I was walking home from school one day and he came out of nowhere and he tried to pull me into an alley and rape me. I then pulled out my knife and stabbed him. The cops told me it was self defense and as soon as I felt safe here he showed up."

I looked at her and I understood why he was haunting her. "Do you still have the knife?"

She nodded. "It's in my room."

"I need that knife now. You need a new one." I said with a hurried voice.

"Why?"

I never got to answer her because once again Mr. Pissed Off showed up right behind her and I tried to fight him off of her. I kicked him out of the room and then I locked the door. "You need to find that knife before Mr. Pissy gets back in here!" I saw her just standing there and screamed at the top of my lungs. "NOW!!!!" That got her moving because she yanked it from behind a book and handed it to me. I then lit it on fire and held it over a bowl of hers as the knife began to melt.

Until then the spirit had been banging on the door and then it just stopped. I cautiously opened the door and there was nothing but dust out there.

"What happened?" Millie asked from behind me.

"Apparently he exploded judging by the dust." I replied and turned to her. "Well he is gone now. If he shows back up I'm in room 107AB so just come and knock." I smiled and walked back to my room through the crowd of people that had just come out to witness the ghost exploding. I decided to have a little fun. "This, girls, is what happens when you use drugs." I watched some of the girls rush back into their rooms and heard clanging and the trash cans opening and closing.

I laughed as I just changed and went to bed.

October finally rolled around and I was cheering once midterms were over. I was dancing around in my room and singing in low riding sweat pants and a tight tank top when my laptop dinged because I had an IM.

SamW: Hey Mel!

MelM: Hey Sammy!!! 

SamW: SURPRISE!!! I'm outside your dorm and I can't get in without a card! Come get me!

I shrieked happily as I grabbed my keys and ran outside and jumped into his arms as soon as he put his computer down.

"I've missed you!" I said as he spun me around.

"Same here!" I hugged him tighter before he put me on the ground. I squealed even louder as I looked to see who was walking up behind him.

"John!" I smiled as he hugged me tighter than Sammy.

"Hey, baby girl." He muttered. "I heard about that spirit you killed a while back. Good work."

I blushed. "Thanks." I turned around to face Sammy when my eyes saw Him. The last 8 months came flooding back. "Let's go see my room." I muttered and walked right by Dean and led Sammy and John in.

"I've already seen it seeing as how I helped put it together." Sammy flashed me a smile as I saw John shoot him a glare. If looks could kill…

"Well I'm glad you two have gotten close." John said sarcastically as we stopped in front of my door so I could unlock it.

"Not here guys. People will hear!" I said a little too loud.

"Don't you dare raise your voice to me, young lady!" John snapped at me. "I raised you different."

"Don't snap at her dad." Sammy said as he saw me tear up.

"This doesn't concern you, Sam! Let dad talk to her without you interrupting." Dean said and I just stared at him.

"Leave. All of you!" I almost yelled as I ran into my room and locked the door to keep them out. I heard talking and then someone asking them to leave. After a while I heard a soft knock and when I looked out the peep hole, Sammy was standing there.

I opened the door to let him in. I sat back in my black chair and tried not to cry. Sammy picked me up, sat down with me on his lap, and I just let the tears fall. My shoulders racked with the sobs I was letting out. I knew Sam had risked a lot by being here with John and his brother. I knew he didn't want to be anywhere near John yet he put on a brave face for me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." Sam said as he stroked my back.

"No, I am glad you did. I'm just more upset at Dean just letting John yell at me." I said as I wiped my tears away as I calmed down.

"I figured Dean would because he is 'Daddy's Little Soldier'." I laughed as he said this and he smiled.

"There's the laugh I've been waiting for. Let's go get some lunch. Since you are on Fall Break and everything." He said as we stood up and walked out.

I saw Dean lurking in the shadows of one of the dorm buildings and I just glared at him and asked Sam for a piggy back ride. Dean used to give me those but now only Sam was allowed to. He was the best big brother figure ever. As Dean saw this I saw his shoulders sag in defeat and he just stood there watching, as if protective still.

I couldn't eat my lunch. I excused myself telling Sam I had to go to the bathroom and I headed outside when he wasn't looking. I saw Dean leaning on a corner with his head towards the ground. He turned his head away from me as I approached.

I grasped his chin and I had to tug to get him to look at me. When he did, I nearly fell over. Dean Winchester was crying. I immediately felt guilty for ignoring him and hurting him.

I hugged him and he seemed surprised because he tensed. After a few seconds he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His hold tightened as though he would never let go again.

"I'm so sorry." He kept muttering under his breath as he stroked my hair.

"Where is John?" I asked tentatively.

"He went somewhere to eat to cool off but I couldn't eat. I'm not hungry." Dean replied as I pulled back to look at him.

He looked deep into my eyes and I knew he was assessing the damage he did all those months ago. He brought his hand up and caressed my cheek with his palm and I leaned into his touch. It felt like a lifetime since I had felt it. I reached up and wiped his tears away with my thumbs and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"It's ok, Dean. I forgive you."

That seemed to melt away all his doubts because he hugged me again with such tenderness I wanted to cry. I realized I was as I felt a few tears slip down my cheeks. I had missed him so much. I had always known he never hated me. He was jealous because he knew that he was stuck hunting while Sam and I had chances at normal lives.

I held my breath as I felt Dean kissing my cheeks and neck. They were small butterfly kisses and that changed to tenderness as soon as he reached my lips. They started out light. Then those 8 months of no touching caught up to us and the kisses immediately deepened. I heard a low groan come from him as soon as my tongue stroked against his. Regretfully, I pulled away and I saw his smirk growing to a full blown smile.

"I knew you couldn't resist me, Macon." He said teasingly using my last name.

I rolled my eyes and hit him on his shoulder.

"I should probably get back to Sammy but are you and John staying?" I smiled as he nodded. "I'll see you around, Winchester."

I snuck in through the bathroom window and flushed the toilet and washed my hands and walked out to see Sam standing there with a questioning look on his face.

"What? I said I had to go." He raised his eyebrows at me.

"So that wasn't you I saw making out with Dean then?" He smiled as I blushed and hugged me. "I don't care, Mel, as long as you're happy. If he doesn't make you happy then I'll kick my own brother's ass."

"That's a light threat considering I haven't seen you fight anyone besides ghouls and other things." I laughed as he ruffled my hair.

He walked me back to my building that night and hugged me goodnight. As I walked in, something felt off so I walked hurriedly down to my room. When I walked in I gasped when there were blood drops on the floor. As I looked up I screamed. There was my roommate on the ceiling and bleeding from her abdomen.

All of a sudden Dean slammed through the door and grabbed me as my friend burst into flames and we had to leave before the whole place ignited.

As we went outside I just sat down on the concrete absolutely numb. I couldn't feel anything. I could barely even breathe. I was going into shock and Dean sensed it because he tried to get me to talk then started shaking me.

It wasn't until I saw a body bag being brought down that I started crying. They were hard, painful sobs. I clung to Dean as John walked up and asked if I was ok. I felt Dean shake his head as he kissed my head again and again saying how sorry he was.

That was when John announced that he we needed to get going before questions started arising. Dean said he didn't want to move me yet since I was still sobbing softly. John said he could carry me to the car but that we just needed to leave.

"What about Sam?" I asked in between sobs. "Has his plane already left?"

Dean nodded and John just ignored my question. "Let's go, now." He ordered. I felt Dean pick me up and I was falling asleep as he put me in the car. I stretched out across the back seat with my head in his lap. I felt his fingers comb through my hair and I immediately felt at peace for the time being. My breathing evened out and he must have thought I was asleep because I heard him say something.

"I swear nothing will happen to her, Dad. Nothing can happen to her."

"I know, son. Right now, though we need to get her the hell out of dodge." He stepped on the accelerator and I was out like a light.