Hello everyone! Welcome to my newest story, well it's not really new I've been working on this story for a long time now and have finally worked up to courage to post it. This first chapter doesn't have a lot of action, just back story and character intros, you know the usual for a first chapter. This story is a sisfic and I haven't really seen a lot out there but there are some and there are a lot of very good ones out there. However i encourage you to give this one a try, why not maybe you'll like it? Ok I'll stop talking now but before i go you should know that i have several other stories posted already. Check em out if you'd like. Ok I'm done talking now :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural...I only own my character, Melody...
December 5, 2000
Well let's see…dear diary? No that sounds cheesy. How the hell are you supposed to start these damn things anyways? Hey diary…? Hello journal? What's up bro?
Whatever I'll just start…
Everything changed when my mother died. I know that sounds corny and cliché but, that's how it is. I was only two years old when it happened. All I remember is that I was too young to have my own room so I had to share with my brother Dean who was four at the time. There was this loud noise and a screaming or sort of screeching sound then dad came running in with Sam, thrust him into Dean's arms and told us to get out of the house. We ran out of the house and turned back to find it on fire. Dad barely made it out alive.
And ever since that night, things have never been the same. We never talk about mom. We only ever talk about how she died and who killed her. Yellow Eyes is what dad calls him. Dean and I talk about mom though. I don't remember a lot, just flashes. I do remember her hair. It was always so pretty, gold and yellow and butter all mixed in to make one pretty color. And whenever I smell roses I think of her for some reason. I told Dean about it once and he said that that was what her perfume smelled like. No wonder I like the smell so much huh?
Well tonight it's just me and Sam in the motel room. Being the middle child I usually get a say in whether I want to go out on a hunt or not. But dad and Dean are just hunting a few vamps, nothing too serious. And vamp hunts can get messy sometimes. Going back to the whole 'middle child' thing…it can be really sucky sometimes. I mean, I'm usually looked over. Dean is always dependable and dad always trusts him since he is the oldest. And Sam is just…rebellious and hardly ever agrees with dad so he is getting a lot of attention too. Me, well…I agree with dad sometimes. But I'm not as outspoken about my disagreement like Sammy. He'll get mad and call me out on it and then I'll get mad and tell him he was the mistake. But that usually makes him more mad…I've learned to keep it to myself mostly.
Sam's on his damn laptop again, probably looking at the college…Stanford. He got a full scholarship and everything, which is great…dad isn't too happy about it. There's always this tension now because Sammy just wants to go to college and dad wants him to stay in the "family business". Personally I think it would be really good for Sam to go. I mean, what Winchester has ever had the privilege of going to Stanford of all places and on a full ride?
Oh…they're back. Well I guess this is it for now…talk to you soon? Right?
January 26, 2001
It was Dean's birthday two days ago. He is now twenty-two years old. Dad let us have the night off so Sam and I took him to a bar. He got drunk of course. It was fun for him but for me it was a beating. Dean gets all emotional and grumpy. If I was allowed to drink then it would have been a bit more tolerable. Oh well…nineteen isn't too bad. And hey I'll be twenty in October-finally-and Dean can stop referring to me as a teenager, cause I most certainly am not. Sammy and I didn't have a lot of money so we both bought Dean some of his favorite nude magazines and I baked him an apple pie. Still pretty surprised that I managed that but he loved it of course. I swear Dean's love affair with pie is more precious to him then his gun collection sometimes. Sam's birthday isn't until May…we'll have to come up with something good for him…he deserves something special.
May 13, 2001
Sammy left last night. It was horrible. He and Dad got into this huge argument and it woke me up. I didn't know what to do so I went into Dean's room and found him awake listening to everything. He let me sit on the bed with him while we heard the whole fight. I've never liked it when the family got into fights. The tension and yelling has always been too much for me. So I just sat with Dean, he had his arm around my shoulder too. I think he could tell that I wasn't enjoying listening to the fight. Dean was just angry though. He never really agreed with Sam on the whole college thing either. But he kept his mouth shut and sat with me all night which I appreciate.
Thank God for Dean that's all I can say. I don't know where I'd be without my big idiot brother. He's all tough on the outside but inside he's pure mush. And he falls for anything his baby sister can throw at him. Seriously all I have to do is give him this certain look and he lets me have anything that I'm asking for.
I'm sad Sam is gone. He calls me though, and promises to email and stuff. I just hope he keeps up with it. I miss my baby brother already…
"Melody come on!"
"Wait! Shouldn't we knock or something?"
Dean looked back at his sister and gave her a look that said, "no are you stupid?". She laughed and rolled her eyes at him, yellow and caramel colored tresses falling across her shoulders. Her eyes shone in the moon light. They were a unique hazel. The color of dead grass…light browns with specks of green. With the two siblings standing next to each other the resemblance was obvious. They both had large eyes and full lips, only Melody's face was longer and thinner with high cheekbones and a small sloping nose.
"What would be the point of knocking?" he asked returning to picking the lock of the door he was facing.
Behind him he heard Melody scoff, "I don't know…politeness?"
"You really want to be polite to this guy?" Dean asked her as he swung open the door quietly.
"Well…" Melody sighed and followed after her brother into the house. They stepped in quietly and Dean made a beeline for the refrigerator. He started looking around the shelves for a beer but didn't see any and closed the door with a huff.
"Of course he doesn't have beer…ass," he growled and kicked the fridge causing a loud crash to echo throughout the kitchen.
Melody held up her hands, "Jesus Dean calm down. I'll buy you a pack later."
"Come on squirt, let's find out what he's been up to," Dean whispered harshly at her and started moving through the rest of the house.
Sighing Melody followed after him and ignored the nickname. She had been given the nickname 'squirt' as a kid because she was always shorter than her brothers. Even though she was now grown to a full five foot seven inches, Dean still gave her grief about it. Before moving on into the next room she stooped down and began to re-tie the knot on the laces of her worn, black low top converse. Before she could finish however, she heard what sounded like fighting going on in the next room over.
Running over she saw two shadowed figures blocking and dodging each other's hits. Staying in the shadows she watched the two battle it out, until eventually one got the upper hand on the other, flipping him around to land on the floor.
"Whoa easy tiger." Dean grinned down at his opponent.
Sam panted and stared up at his brother, "Dean?"
Coming into the room, Melody patted Dean on the shoulder, "Alright I think he's had enough."
"M-Mel?" Sam gasped up at her as well, "You guys scared the crap out of me."
Dean chuckled, "That's cause you're out of practice brother."
"Bit rusty there moose?" Melody teased him too.
Grimacing, Sam used his leg and flipped Dean over onto his back and reached out his hand grabbing hold of Melody's ankle causing her to fall over onto her back next to Dean. Looking up, she saw that Sam had one hand around both of his sibling's throats.
Dean laughed again, "Or not."
Melody couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Let go Sammy."
Giving them a small grin Sam got off Dean and helped his siblings stand. "What the hell are you two doing here?"
"Well," Dean began dusting off his sleeves, "I was looking for a beer."
Melody rolled her eyes, "I told him to knock first."
Sam's jaw clenched in the darkness of the room and he opened his mouth but stopped when the lights came on. All three siblings turned their heads when they heard a small, feminine voice, "Sam?"
"Jess…hey," Sam began, "Dean, Melody this is my girlfriend Jessica."
Jessica came further into the room, "Wait, your brother and sister? Melody and Dean?"
Melody smiled and gave her a small wave while Dean pointed at her shirt, "I love the smurfs—ooff—hey…" he rubbed his stomach where Melody had elbowed him telling him to shut up, but he didn't take the hint and walked up to Jessica,
"You know I gotta tell ya you…are completely out of my brother's league."
"Sorry Sammy," Melody said under her breath to her younger brother.
"Let me put something on," Jess said giving Dean a polite smile.
"No, no," Dean stopped her, "I wouldn't dream of it…seriously." Melody could only roll her eyes at Dean's back. He could be such an ass sometimes but she still loved the idiot. Jerking a thumb back in her and Sam's direction he continued, "Anyway we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, and talk about some private family business but, nice to meet you."
He came back to stand next to Melody and Sam. The youngest Winchester looked between his siblings and his girlfriend and took a breath. "No,"
Melody snapped her head in his direction and raised a brow at him, "No?"
"Yeah," Sam nodded and walked over to Jess, putting an arm around her he continued, "Whatever you two have to say, you can say in front of her."
Dean and Melody watched their brother then gave each other a sort of look that said 'sure why not'. "Okay," Dean began, "Um…dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"So he's working overtime on a 'miller time' shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." Sam clipped at them with a hand in his pocket and an arm still around his girl.
Dean bowed his head and Melody decided to take over for him. With a hand on Dean's shoulder she said carefully, "Sam…dad's on a hunting trip…and…"
"And he hasn't been home in a few days," Dean finished for her, knowing it was a little difficult for her to say.
A look of realization and slight fear crossed Sam's face as he slowly said, "Jess, excuse us."
Dean led Melody and Sam down the stairs all while Sam kept up his tirade of complaints to his siblings. "I mean, come on. You can't just break in in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you two."
"Hey in my defense I wanted to knock but no, someone wanted to be all…Dean about it," Melody said pointing at her oldest brother's back.
"Mel stuff it," Dean said to her over his shoulder and then glanced back up at Sam, "You're just not hearing us Sammy. Dad's missing. And we need your help to find him."
With a roll of his eyes Sam continued down the stairs, "You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the devil's gates in Clifton? He was missing then too. He's always missing and he's always fine."
Stopping at the bottom of the steps Dean looked up at his brother, "Not for this long, now you gonna help us or not?"
"I'm not." Sam deadpanned.
Joining Dean, Melody stared up at her youngest brother, "Sam, why not?"
"I swore I was done with hunting for good," he defended.
"Come on," Dean sighed, "It wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad."
He walked off and Sam felt his jaw clench. Melody looked up at him with a slightly sympathetic but hardened look, "It won't be hunting Sammy, it'll be a search for dad."
Sam paused but shook his head and the two followed after Dean. Sam looked down at Melody, "Do you remember what dad did when I said I was scared of the thing in my closet?" he didn't give her enough time to answer, "He gave me a .45."
"Well what was he supposed to do?" Dean asked with his hands in his pockets as he stood by the exit.
Melody moved to stand next to Dean as Sam answered, "I was nine years old. He was supposed to say 'don't be afraid of the dark'."
"Really? 'don't be afraid of the dark'? Of course you should be afraid of the dark; you know what's out there." Dean said slightly frustrated.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Yeah I know but still. The way we grew up after mom was killed and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."
Melody chewed her bottom lip, "We save a lot of people doing it Sammy."
Sam scoffed at both of his siblings attitudes. "You really think mom would have wanted this for us?"
That seemed to hit a nerve. Dean turned and slammed open the gate that would lead them out into the parking lot. Melody paused for a moment and looked up at her little brother. She slowly shook her head and followed after Dean with Sam close behind.
As they caught up with Dean, Sam continued, "Come on. The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Guys, we were raised like warriors."
"So what are you gonna do?" Dean asked his brother, "You just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?"
They all stopped at the trunk of Dean's 'baby'. A black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. It was like their home. Melody felt a wave of fondness come over her as she glanced at the car. A lot of important things happened with that car, a lot of memories were stuffed in between the seats.
Sam's voice brought her back to reality, "No. Safe."
She couldn't fight the eye roll at his words but held her tongue. After all she was the one who encouraged him to go to college…not the way he left though. She did not want it to turn into what it has.
"That's why you ran away then?" Dean asked, though it sounded more like a statement to Melody.
"I was just going to college," Sam said carefully, "It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."
Melody had heard enough, "Sam who cares what dad said four years ago. The reality is that he is in trouble right now-if he's not already dead," she pointed at herself then at Dean, "Trust us, we can feel it. Something isn't right."
There was a moment where all three Winchesters watched each other, waiting for what the next one might say. Dean was the first to break the ice, "Look, we can't do this by ourselves."
"Yes you can," Sam said, like it was an obvious fact.
"Sammy," Melody said gently, "We don't want to do this without you."
That seemed to get him to think more. Sam took in a deep breath after flicking his eyes between brother and sister for a minute, "What was he hunting?"
Giving him a small triumphant smile Dean turned and popped open the trunk of his car. Pulling up the false cover and propping up the top he dug through the collection of weapons, "All right, where the hell did I put that thing?"
Melody leaned down and started helping her brother search as Sam watched his siblings, "So, when dad left why didn't either of you go with him?"
"We were working our own gig Sammy."
Nodding Melody glanced up at Sam, "Yeah it was this uh…voodoo thing down in New Orleans."
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourselves?" Sam asked squinting at them.
Pausing in his movements Dean gave same a look and said, "Dude, twenty-four," he said pointing at Melody and then pointed at himself, "Twenty-six."
"Ah-ha, found it." Melody said triumphantly pulling out a small file of papers.
Dean took the papers from her and began explaining their story to Sam, "So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago this guy," he pulled the first sheet of paper from his hands and gave it over to Sam, "they found his car but he'd vanished. Completely M.I.A."
Sam stared at the paper for a while then looked up at his brother, "So maybe he was kidnapped."
Melody took the papers from Dean and began laying them down one by one, "Sure but here's another one is April, another in December '04, '03, '98, '92…ten of them over the past twenty years each of the victims have been men and all were on the same five-mile stretch of road."
She took the papers and placed them neatly back into their rightful spot as Dean continued, "It started happening more and more, so dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago."
"We haven't heard a word from him since he left which is in itself bad enough," Melody sighed crossing her arms over her chest.
"That was until I got this voicemail yesterday," Dean reached over and pulled out a recorder. Flipping it around in his hand he pressed the play button and held it out for everyone to hear. All three siblings could hear a distorted voice behind static; it obviously belonged to their father.
"Dean, something is starting to happen. I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on. Watch out for Mel-" there was a mess of static until finally his voice came through again, "Be very careful Dean. We're all in danger."
Switching off the recording Dean felt his sister tense up. She was the one who had heard the voicemail first. She was extremely worried for their father. Over the past four years, their dad had had a sort of wake up call. He started acting more like an actual father to them instead of just a boss. Melody had grown particularly close and had worked out a lot of her issues with him. They were slowly on the mend with each other when he disappeared.
"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam pointed out.
"Not bad Sammy," Dean gave his brother a praising smile, "Kind of like riding a bike isn't it?"
Sam nodded slowly at him and glanced at his sister who gently patted Dean's hand that was holding the recording device they had moved the voicemail onto. "Show him the uh…the slowed down bit."
"Right, well we slowed down the message and ran it through a GoldWave, took out the hiss and this is what we got."
Dean pressed play and they all listened as they heard a small, female voice whispering through the speakers, "I can never go home."
"Never go home," Sam repeated.
Satisfied, Dean shut off the recorder and threw it into the trunk closing the lid with a solid thump. Melody leaned up against the trunk of the car next to Dean as he began speaking to Sam, choosing his words carefully, "You know in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing. Same for Mel."
Looking down at his sister Sam felt a small wave of regret come over him. He knew she had tried to contact him several times in the past two years. Sam just couldn't bring himself to talk to her…too many bad memories.
"All right," he sighed, "I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just…wait here."
"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked.
"I have an interview."
"What, a job interview? Skip it." Dean shrugged.
Melody scoffed and elbowed Dean in the side, "That's great Sammy. What are you interviewing for?"
"It's a law school interview. And it's my whole future on a plate." Sam explained to his siblings slowly.
"Law school?" Both Melody and Dean questioned.
Sam looked at Melody and then locked his eyes with Dean. He knew that if he was making a deal like this, he needed to be sure that Dean was the one who understood the rules, "So we got a deal or not?"
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