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Sam's arms were wrapped around Mellanie as she woke up. A fluttering feeling came to her. She didn't know what love was till she met him. He thought he knew what it was with his old girlfriend, Jessica, but it was nothing compared to how he felt about Mellanie. It didn't help that every person he loved died, except Dean. That makes him very worried whenever he was away from her.
Mellanie "traveled" with the brothers. In fact that's how she meet them. She was in Chicago hunting vampires, the same ones that killed her father. She was out for revenge and that makes people get sloppy. They had her cornered when out of nowhere the heads started flying. Mellanie was surprised for a few minutes, but that passed and she was back to killing every last one of them. She has been with the boys ever since.
Sam's relationship with Mellanie took time. The instant attraction was there, but it took time for their love to grow. Mellanie wasn't sure about getting involved with someone she worked with, that always made things a little harder to do. Her relationships, before Sam, were like Dean's. A one niter in whatever motel she was staying at. That meant no one would get hurt and she could still have some fun.
Dean, as usual, came stumbling into the motel room around mid-night. He knew that Sam hated when he interrupted their time alone. They only got a couple of hours of alone time considering they had to be in a car with Dean for 8 or 9 hours a day. In his drunken state he was knocking things over and being extremely loud.
Mellanie shot up from the bed her and Sam shared. She didn't have on a shirt, considering her prior activities, so Dean saw everything. He got a giant smile on his face and she pulled a blanket over herself.
"You know if you weren't with my brother, we would be having a lot of fun right know." He slured and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Shut up, your drunk, and I would never in a million years sleep with you." She spat at him.
"Is that a fact, I see the way you look at me. I can always feel you eyes on me, it's like you always undressing me with those crystal blue eyes of yours."
"Sleep it off." Sam said sleepily.
Mellanie lay back down and she could hear Dean flop onto the bed. He was out in no time as was Sam. On the other hand Mellanie couldn't go back to sleep so easily. She got out of bed and headed for the restroom. Her phone was just outside the door, so she grabbed it and closed the door behind her.
She had just one voicemail. It was from her mother, which surprised her considering she hadn't talked to her in a year. They had a big falling out about the fact that she wanted to hunt. Her mother was strongly agenized it because that was how her father had died. That fact just made her want to do it more.
"Mellanie, I know that you don't want to hear from me, but I can't go today with out talking to you. Happy birthday baby, you may be mad at me but I don't really care. You are my only daughter and I love you. I hope your being safe out there." She gave a heavy sigh and hung up.
Today was her birthday and she didn't even remember. It had been a couple of years since she last celebrated her birthday. Even thought she was turning 26 she didn't wait to open a present or eat cake till her father got home. He would be on a hunt and she wouldn't do anything till he got back, even if it was a week after the fact. She was now 27 and didn't even remember.
A tear come out of her eye, just one. She never cried more then a couple tears at a time. She didn't see the point in wasting her time with a silly thing like emotions. They always got in the way of getting the job done. A light knock on the door snapped her back into reality. She opened the door and found Dean standing there that was a little bit of a surprise for her.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yah, I'm fine. I thought you were asleep?" Mellanie sniffled.
"You're not fine; I can tell I wrote the book on lying about feelings." He tried stepping into the bathroom, but she wouldn't let him in.
"I'm fine; just leave me alone for a while. We have a long day tomorrow and you need to sleep of whatever you put into your body tonight. Did you go for the purple nurples again?"
"Alright, that's the last time I try to be nice to you. I'm sick of your shit. We all have problems and, I can't believe I'm about to say this but, you need to talk to someone." Dean was looking her straight in the eyes as he said this.
"You sound like your brother."
"I know but he was right when it came to me, so I have a feeling it will be right for you."
With that he went back to bed and Mellanie closed the bathroom door. She waited till her feelings were under control and she went back to bed. Sam was still sound asleep and she wiggled under his arms and went to bed.
In the morning, Sam was up and doing research. He was always doing research or working on something that had to do with a case. Dean was gone so she stayed under the blanket as long as she could. When they heard his car pull up, she quickly got her shirt off the floor and put it on. He walked in a minute later with coffee and some breakfast sandwiches.
"Yummy, more gas station food." Sam joked.
"Actually, it's from a restaurant. You see we missed something very important yesterday."
'Shit, how did he find out?' Mellanie thought, giving him a death glare.
"What did we miss? It wasn't a holiday was it?" Sam was racking his brain trying to think of what holiday he forgot.
"I thought you would have known Sammy. I mean of all things to forget, your girlfriend's birthday shouldn't be one of them." Dean smiled at me.
"What? It was your birthday and you didn't tell me, but you told Dean." He looked so hurt.
"I didn't tell him. I didn't ever remember myself. How did you know?" She said looking at Dean with angry eyes.
"Your mother called me, I was waiting for you to say something last night but you never did. Why is that?"
"That would be none of your business Dean. Why are you always getting into my life?" She got up from the bed and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Sam said.
"Out, I might be back later. Call me if you need anything for the case." She slammed the door behind her.
"Why did you do that?" Sam said slamming his laptop closed.
"I would have done the same thing for you. It's not my fault she can't take it."
"Why did she take it so hard?" Sam wondered aloud.
"Maybe you should ask her? She was crying in the bathroom last night."
"What? Why?" Sam was worried now.
She had never been caught crying before. Sam had always been able to tell when she had been crying, but had never seen a tear on her face. Dean used to joke that she had no tear ducks. After the worry passed a sense of sadness came to him. He should have been there for her.
"I should go get her."
"Let her cool down first. No need to get her really pissed off. An angry Mellanie is a scary Mellanie."
While the boys were talking Mellanie walked to the closes bar. It was early so hardly anyone was there. Only the bartender was in there. She walked right up to him and asked for a couple shots of vodka. He looked at her funny but didn't argue with her. She downed the first one before she sat down.
"Your day can't be that bad, it's only 10 o'clock in the morning." He said cleaning out the glass he just washed.
"You wanna bet?"
"I'll bet you that shot in front of you."
"So I haven't heard from my mom in like 2 years and she decides that she is going to wish me a happy birthday. Well that in itself is stressful, and then my boyfriend's brother finds out that it was my birthday. Mind you I didn't tell anyone that it was my 27th birthday, so he decides to tell him that it was my birthday and causes a big fucking deal as soon as I wake up."
The bartender just pushed the drink at her. She smiled weakly at him and knocks the shot back. He pores an other one for her along with one for himself. She sits there for an hour drinking and talking to Steve, the bartender.
More people have started to show up, so she didn't notice when Sam and Dean walked in. Sam wasn't hard to miss, with him being as tall as Yeti. He came up behind and put a hand on her shoulder. She jumped and swung a fist around, it made contact with Dean's chest.
"Ouch, what was that for?" He said rubbing his chest.
"What do you think jack ass? You made my day suck, and its only noon." She slurred and wobbled on her stool.
"Come on; let's just get you back to the hotel." Sam tried to help her off the stool but she pulled her arm from his hand.
"Don't touch me." She said loudly, calling attention to them.
"You need any help Mellanie." Steve said walking over to them.
"Yah, I need them to get out of here."
He looked at them for a few minutes before he said anything.
"Maybe you should go with them."
"Why? They don't care about me; they only care about each other."
"Then why did they come and find you? If they didn't care then they would have let you drink the day way."
"You know, you're good at reasoning with a drunk." She pointed out.
"It comes with the job. Go sleep it off." He smiled.
"Fine but I'm going to be back before we leave. You're a good person to talk too." She said as she turned around and headed for the door.
Sam tried to help her when she stumbled but she yelled that she could do it herself. The walk back to the motel room was longer then it should have been. Mellanie stumbled into the room and lay on Dean's bed, only because it was closer to the door. Sam stayed with her the rest of the day. When she was puking her guts out or when she was passed out.
Dean watched his brother take care of her. He didn't say much the rest of the day. It made him think of how much he wanted that. Not a drunken mess of a girlfriend but someone to take care of, other than Sammy. He wanted someone that would stick with him through anything and someone who would take care of him. He was jealous of Mellanie and Sam. They had someone to share life with, he didn't.
The whole day was blown. That meant they had to stay in town longer. Mellanie, Sam, and Dean hated staying in a town longer then necessary. It was a rule they made a long time ago, in and out, no time for messing around. It worked pretty well for them. They got more done in their time.
It was the middle of the night again and Mellanie was wide awake. The boy's were asleep and she was left to think about what she did. She knew it was stupid and it wasn't like her. Her emotions never got the best of her. She was always in check and never ever got to drunk to handle anything.
She felt like a million little people were ringing bells in her head. The lights were killing her so she turned them off. Her phone started to sing Eye of the Tiger, the only time she heard that was when her mother called. The short internal debate began.
"Hello?" She said into the phone.
"You picked up?" Her mother's voice was nothing but shock.
"Yah, I can't believe it either. What do you want?"
"I just wanted to hear your voice. I...I miss you."
There was a small pause before Mellanie said anything. What could she say to her? She missed her mom too but it was hard for her to talk to her about feelings. Not a whole lot for sharing went on after her father passed.
"I have to go mom. We have a lot going on right now."
"It's the middle of the night, what could you possible be doing?"
"Mom, it was a long day and I just want some time to myself. Just give me time."
"Fine, I'll call you later."
"Wait, did you tell Dean about my birthday?"
"I might have, but I thought he already knew."
"Whatever, goodbye mom."
She hung up and closed her eyes. More tears, started to fall from her eyes. They were closed so she didn't know that Sam and Dean were awake. Sam put his arms around her, but she was too sad to push him away. She wanted so badly to stop crying and act like she didn't care. Dean opened a bottle of tequila and put it under her nose. That made her want to puke all over again. She pushed the bottle away and ran to the bathroom. Sam was right behind her.
"Do you need anything?" He said on the other side of the door frame.
"Just hold my hair back." She said simply.
Sam laughed but did as she asked. He held her hair back as she emptied her stomach 4 times. Dean went to the store and got her something for the nausea. While he was gone, Sam just sat with Mellanie on the bathroom floor. As much as she loved him for being there, she wanted him to go away and let her be miserable in peace.
"I'm sorry, Dean shouldn't have brought it up and I should have been less upset about it."
"No, it's my fault I should have told you, but I didn't remember."
"How can you not remember your birthday?"
"Well my last birthday I didn't celebrate because my dad was gone and when he got back it was too late. Then he died and I just haven't really thought about it. It hurts less." She said looking down on the floor.
"I'm sorry, happy late birthday. Do you want to know your present?" He smiled pulling her chin up so that she was looking at him.
"I don't deserve one."
"Yes you do. Everyone deserves a present on their birthday."
"I don't want one." She looked down
"Look at me," he waited for her to do so," I love you."
That was the first time he had ever said that to her. He had only said it to Jessica, his mother, his father, and Dean. It was not only a big thing for him but it was a big thing for her. She had never had someone outside of her family tell them they loved her. She didn't know what to say. As much she wanted to say it back, she couldn't bring herself past the fear. He said it first, but she thought that if she said it back he would take it back. It made no sense, but it seemed to click in her head.
"I...I can't handle this." She said.
"I'm not expecting you to say it back. I'm ready to say it, you don't have to be. I don't want you to say something you don't feel."
"You're being too sweet about this." She got up from the floor and started to walk away.
Sam fallowed after her. Dean wasn't back yet so the front was quiet. Mellanie began passing in front of her and Sam's bed. She didn't know what to do. All of this stuff had popped up in just two days, they still hadn't stopped or figured out what they were up against, and now Sam was confessing his love for her.
"I know you're not ready, but I am. Just having you know that I love you makes me feel better. I'm not forcing your hand, I promise you that." Sam said calmly.
"I know you're not forcing me to say anything, but I feel like a terrible person for not saying it back. It might have made you feel better but it sure as hell makes me feel worse."
The door to the room opened and Dean popped his head in.
"Everything alright?" He asked.
"No." Mellanie said.
"Yes." Sam said at the same time.
"You didn't just tell her did you?" He said looking at his younger brother with a look on his face that said he was stupid.
"What's it to you anyway? It's my relationship, not yours."
"See and now we have drama. That's the one thing I can't stand about couples, the drama. You guys had none and that made it bearable to be around you too. Now it's going to be weird." Dean pouted sitting at the table in the kitchenette.
"It's not going to be weird."
"Yes it will, it always gets weird after the first person says the L-word."
"Sam, do you think I could talk to Dean alone for a minute?" Mellanie looked at him with her "I'm adorable" face.
He reluctantly said yes and then left the room. Dean had no idea what she was going to say, but he knew that it wasn't going to be good. Mellanie only talked to him in private when he was in trouble or she needed a favor that she couldn't ask of Sam. The last time they had a talk was when Mellanie wanted to be used as bait for a pretty nasty ghost. Sam would have nothing to do with it, but Dean was into it. That's the only way they would have gotten the sucker.
"Now what?" He said.
"I need you to tell me why you would bring up my birthday? I obviously didn't want anyone to know about it. So, why would you want to make me look like a bitch? And how long have you been talking to my mother?"
Dean looked like he was about to let everything go, but he didn't. He got up from his place and moved to the refrigerator. He opened it up and started looking for something. He pulled out a brown paper bag and tossed it to Mellanie.
"What is this?"
"The answers to most of your questions." Dean sat on his bed and waited for her to open it.
Her fingers wrapped around the opening of the bag. It was a small bag, but what was inside the bag was much bigger. It was a nine inch iron blade with a wooden handle. On the handle was a carving of a pentagram and the initials H. K.
"Where did you get this?" She spat.
"It was sent to me by your mother. It had a letter for you and a note for me. It said that I should give you it for your birthday. She only knew where we were because I have been talking to her sense you left."
"That's been a year, you wait know to tell me that you've been talking to my mother." Mellanie was furious.
"Don't be mad at me, I was doing this for your own good. Your mother cares about you; I let her know what is going on and how natural all of this comes to you. She is proud of you."
"Then why did she have to wait more then a fucking year to call me?"
"Are you that stupid, Mellanie? She is scared to talk to you, like you said; it's been more then a year."
"Why did you bring it up? Sam must think I'm a bitch for not saying anything to him about it."
"He doesn't think you're a bitch. In fact he knows the whole story. I told him yesterday." Dean looked at her then the door.
"You said something about a letter." She said after a heavy sigh.
"I did?" He smiled.
"Stop being a jack ass, that's why you got ghost sickness 3 times in the last 6 months."
"Now why do you have to go and bring that up?" He winded.
"You're the one that is acting like an ass."
"I would give it too you, but there are some stipulations with me giving it too you." He had a giant evil smile on his face.
"And what would those be?"
"You can't get it till you kill what we're hunting, you have more then a 5 minute conversation with your mother and you tell Sam you love him."
Mellanie's mouth dropped at the last condition. She would never be able to read that letter now. The first would be easier then making pie, the second would be difficult but doable. The third, now that might cause some issues. She wasn't ready to say those three little words and she didn't think she would be for a long long time.
"You're a fucking ass whole!" She yelled.
"How am I the ass whole, I wasn't the one to place all the rules? Ever heard the phrases don't shot the messenger?"
"According to my note, your father."
A loud knock came to the door fallowed by an even louder voice saying something about room service. When no one answered the door flow open and a little Hispanic women came into the room backward. She was humming a familiar song, something that Mellanie knew but couldn't put her finger on. Dean cleared his thought and the little women's head popped up and turned around.
"Oh, I'm so sorry mister. I didn't know someone was in here. If no sign is on door I must clean the room."
"That's alright, do you think you can give us a minute." He said motioning to Mellanie, who was still holding the knife, looking stunned.
"Yes sir, I will be right outside if you need anything."
Dean could tell she was worried that Mellanie might attack him or herself.
"We shouldn't have any problems, but thank you."
"Mellanie, are you breathing over there?"
"He's dead. How could he give you something for me if he's dead?"
"I don't really know. What I don't get is how he knows about Sam. You've only know me and Sam for what a year. You're dads been dead for a little over a year."
"Well, umm Sam and I have known each other for longer then you know."
"Yah, you remember how Sam went on that trip alone awhile back. He was coming to meet me."
"Meet you? He didn't say anything about meeting you."
"We had been talking online for a while. I was on a hunting site for a while, and then we moved to a messenger, he didn't say anything because it's a stupid way to meet someone. We both know that you would have given him shit for it. So don't even get pissed off at him for it."
"You're right; I would have made fun of that one for weeks." He chuckled.
"I have to go fine him." Mellanie said heading for the door.
"You can't leave like that."
"And why the hell not?" She turned angrily to face him.
"Because you have a giant knife in your hand and you are wearing only a really baggy sweatshirt."
She looked down at her outfit, he was right. Only in a sweatshirt she couldn't leave. She quickly got to the duffel bag and pulled out a pair of green cargo pants. On her way back to the door she put them on and put the knife in one of the big pockets. The maid was still out side and she gave Mellanie a funny look as she walked past.
"You can go in now, but I don't know if he wants you to clean up in there."
"I'll go ask him." She said hesitantly walking over to the door.
Mellanie walked around the small down town area looking for a car. When she said she had to go find him, she wasn't talking about Sam. She was talking about her father. He had to be somewhere near by, how else would he knew were she was and that things were still going on with herself and Sam.
There was an old Lincoln town car in an alee. It was unlocked but the keys were elsewhere. In less then a minute she had it hotwired and on the road. She first drove to every hotel/motel in the town and tried all her dad's aliases. Nothing came up so she started going to the surrounding towns. It took her most of the rest of the day to realize that her father wasn't going to be found.
She started back for her own motel. It was late and now another day of hunting had pasted. Mellanie noticed a set of red and blue lights flashing in front of a house. What ever they were hunting had taken another life. She felt horrible that someone lost their life because hers was falling apart. It wasn't right, and she intended to set it right as soon as she could.
She put the Lincoln back where she had taken it from and walked back to her room. Sam and Dean were nowhere in sight. However, there was note on the bed.
Went to find you and some dinner, stay put