Dean could hear his heart thudding in his chest while his mind was whirling in an attempt to find the right words to say. "Mel, there was never a day that went by that I didn't want to call you," he was towering over her slightly, now, looking down into her bright blue eyes that were filled with hurt and confusion. "I thought about you every single day since you kissed me in that field behind Bobby's house."

Melody's heart sank. He did remember.

"Every time I went to pick up the phone, my dad had something to say," he explained, running a hand through his hair. "Everyday on repeat, 'outside relationships end one of two ways. They die, or you do.' I was so scared something would happen to you. When he died, the first thing I thought was 'maybe I can finally be with Melody'. But there was still something there, yelling that everyone I get close to, ends up dead." His words were frantic, causing his to stammer every now and again. "You know that Bobby never wanted this kind of life for you, and this is the only life I'm able to live."

Physically, Melody appeared calm. But emotionally? She was a mess. "I waited by the phone," she murmured, her voice was quaking as she fought to maintain her cool. "All those things you said. Everything you promised. For the first time I could see a future that didn't include monsters. But you lied," her voice raised with each word, seeping through her clenched teeth. She shoved him back slightly, releasing any and every frustration she'd had over the last years. "Everything was a lie." She shoved him again. "I needed you, Dean, and you weren't there for me."

On the third shove, he grabbed her arms and pulled her to his chest. "Mel, I'm so sorry," he whispered into her hair. His eyes were burning with the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes. "I had every intention-,"

"Intentions mean next to nothing, Dean," she pulled away from him, wiping the few tears that had managed to stray. Her nose was tinted a light shade of pink, intensifying whatever shred of innocence the girl had left. "As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words."

"Melody, please," he took a step closer to her. His voice was cracking as he tried to get her to understand that it was equally as hard for him to never look back.

There was a knock on the door, saving Melody from completely giving in to Dean's words. In her heart, she felt as though he was only trying to make himself feel less guilty. It was just empty excuses. "I'll get it," she murmured, moving past Dean.

Dean was beside himself. He put himself in the situation, sure. He had ample opportunity to pick up the phone an call her, but that voice in his head warded him off time after time.

Melody pulled the food covered cart into the room, suddenly lacking an appetite.

"Would it have made this all better if I lied and said I didn't call you because you never crossed my mind?" Dean started again.

"Probably." Her shoulder rose and fell in a shrug. "Look, it's done, it's over. We both had more important things going on in our lives than teenage drama. You and Sam were saving the world and I was styling hair and killing demons. Just forget I said anything. Whiskey makes me sentimental." She shook the empty shot bottle for reference. The last thing she wanted was to was continue on this conversation. She came to Florida for a break from work, and this conversation was beginning to feel more like work than hunting ever had.

Dean nodded, slowly. He knew better than to push the topic too far. That little vein was popped out in the middle of her forehead, just like it used to when Dean would tease Sam just a bit too far, or when he took the last piece of bacon. It was a look telling him to back off before he got his ass handed to him.

He walked over to the array of food, and grabbed a single burger. He skipped lunch, and boy it was coming back with a vengeance.

The air was stale, and still filled with tension. Both of them wanted to fill the silence with something, but at this point they were afraid to say the wrong thing.

Dean sat back on the bed, eating his second burger. Melody had snacked on a few fries, but she was mostly sticking to a liquid diet—sending her dancing around the room to Lynyrd Skynyrd, singing to her hearts content.

"Oh take your time," she sang. "Don't live to fast. Troubles will come, and they will pass..."

"You should've been the lead singer," Dean laughed, speaking over her next few lines. She was a pretty good singer—sober, that is. "You put Ronnie to shame."

Melody's lips curled into a lazy grin as she continued singing. "And be a simple, kind of maaaan," she'd picked up a hair brush, and was practically serenading Dean, gesturing to him every so often. "Oh be somethin', you love and understaaaaand."

"Beautiful," Dean applauded, grinning from ear to ear. She paused, placing a hand on her now spinning hand. "Mel? You okay?" Slowly, her head moved side to side. She squeezed her eyes shut, which, in hindsight, was the worst thing for her to do. Dean immediately realized, making him jump immediately from his spot. "Let's get you to the bathroom."

It had been a long time since Melody had drank enough to make her actually throw up. Granted, she didn't typically drink whiskey on a daily basis, either.

"God, kill me," she groaned. It felt like all of her insides were on fire, and her brain felt like it had swollen three times it's normal size and was thudding against the inside of his skull.

Dean, being as comforting as possible, patted her back. "That guy's out of office, sorry to break it to ya," he murmured. He was trying to keep the mood light, but Melody wasn't having any of it.

Once she'd finished her episode, Dean helped her into the bed. He went back to the bathroom to wet a washcloth with cold water, when he heard the door between their room and Blair and Sam's click open.

He walked back into the bedroom past Blair and Sam to place the cool fabric across a Melody's forehead.

"Looks like someone had a bit too much fun," Blair giggled, sounding like she'd had a bit to drink herself. The blonde kicked her heels off of her feet and crawled into the large bed next to her best friend. "Are you alive?"

Melody opened one eye, smiling when she saw Blair next to her. "I think death would be better than this," she mumbled, half her face smushed against a pillow. "Did you have fun with Sammy Boo?"

"Did she just call me Sammy Boo?" Sam said aside to Dean. Though, it didn't seem like they were much interested in the boys' conversation anyway, judging by their giggles and whispers.

Dean snickered. "Yeah, I think she did." He looked his brother up and down. "How was your date, Romeo?"

There was no hiding the grin of actual happiness that Sam wore in regards to the question. "It was good," he nodded. "Really good. She's just...she's funny, she's smart. She's way too good for this life, that's for sure." His smile faded into a deep frown. He almost looked concerned.

"Where's your head at, Sammy?" Dean asked, seeming to pull him from his thoughts.

Sam blinked a few times, realizing he was out of it. "Uh, nowhere," he assured his brother. "I'm good."

Dean wasn't convinced, of course. "Is it Lucifer," he immediately headed for the worst. "I knew it was just a matter of time before-,"

"No, it's not-," he paused. "Wait, what? You're just sitting around waiting for me to crack? That's real great, Dean."

Melody's tired voice piped up, tearing the Winchesters from their rising argument. "Dudes, you're killing my mooood."

Sam shot a final glare at Dean before helping Blair out of the bed. "C'mon, I gotcha," he lifted her out of the bed with ease, leading her back into the adjacent room. The door closed behind Sam with a harsh slam.

"That was loud," Melody groaned, rubbing her temple. It was silent for a moment. "Dean, did you go too?" Her voice was small when she asked the question.

It was crazy to Dean how she could be so badass but still had the most innocent voice. It drove him crazy. "No, I'm here," he answered. He walked over to the side of the bed that was just occupied by Blair. He brushed her messy hair back from her still shut eyes. The unanticipated action caused her to flinch a bit.

"You shouldn't be so hard on Sam," she murmured, cheek still squished against the pillow. She looked a bit like a fish, in Dean's mind. "He's doing his best to be happy. We all are."

"You don't ever take my side," he grumbled, kicking his shoes off.

Carefully, Melody sat up. "That's because you're unreasonable about sixty-four percent of the time," she retorted. She was beginning to get her attitude back, and the once harmless tone was replaced by her typical fiery one.

Dean turned on the bed to face her. "Glad to know you think so highly of me."

"Just let the boy live." Melody rose to her feet and grabbed a pair of clothes to sleep in. "Happiness never killed anyone, sourpuss."

Before Dean had a chance to argue her point, she closed the door to the bathroom. Slowly, but surely, Melody was beginning to feel less like death and more like herself. Though, she was determined to brush her teeth for a full ten minutes to get the sour taste of whiskey off her breath.

It had been an overall decent trip. She wasn't sure, though, how to deal with the information she'd finally gotten out of Dean. His dad had drilled it into his brain that whatever ideas Dean had about any form of future with her, would end in one of their deaths. What if he was right?

Tonight was the kind of night she'd call up her dad to talk about how different she wished the world was. Now, there was nobody to pick up that phone and remind her that whatever kind of trouble she was facing, she'd get through it.

This time was different, though. If the world was different, he'd still be a phone call away.

She walked back into the room to see Dean in a pair of sweatpants, holding a bowl of popcorn and flipping through channels on the TV. "Took some popcorn from my snack bag, hm," she peered, crawling into bed next to him.

"Figured you'd need something on that empty stomach," he shrugged nonchalantly. As if he feared letting Melody know he cared. "I warmed your burger up, too." He handed the plate from the end table to Melody, who looked like she'd just won the jackpot.

"If you hadn't just watched me puke my guts up, I'd kiss you," she sneered, biting into the burger.

Dean rolled his eyes, grinning. "Cool, next time I'll just leave you in there alone," he lied. He'd have done it all the same, regardless.

"Sounds like a plan," she winked.

Things with Dean had always been easy. They got each other on a level that no one ever had before. Even when she'd like nothing more than to punch his perfect smile off his face, it didn't take long for her to get over it.

Never again did Melody think she would speak to the older Winchester brother, let alone be hunting alongside him.

Hesitantly, at first, she placed her head on his shoulder. After a bit he shifted, only to wrap an arm around her. "This burger is amazing." She groaned after each bite. It was as though that reheated burger was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Dean kept his comments to himself, giving her the one off to enjoy her food. She didn't speak again until she'd finished the last bite. "Thanks, by the way," she said softly. "For not bailing while I was sick."

He looked down at her, crooked grin on full display. He wouldn't have had it any other way. Absentmindedly, he ran his hand along the partially exposed skin between her shorts and her t-shirt.

To no surprise of their own, they'd finished the bowl of popcorn before Spider-Man was halfway over.

"I don't know why they're trying to remake these movies," Melody sighed. "Toby Maguire will forever be Spider-Man."

They'd now shifted down into the bed. Dean kept his arm around her, as she laid her head on his chest to get a better view of the movie. Her arm was draped lazily over Dean's torso, and had she not spoken, he would have sworn she was asleep. "The remake may not be so bad," he shrugged. "Maybe we can go see it when it comes out."

Melody perched herself on her elbow and looked down at him curiously. "Dean Winchester, are you trying to ask me out on a date?"

"I dunno," he hummed. "What if I am?"

"I might be drunk and dumb enough to say yes," she shrugged. Really, though, she was sobered up daily well by then. Though, she couldn't pass up an opportunity to mess with him.

A smirk slowly met his green eyes at her words. "Whatever works." He shifted her closer to him, and, despite every instinct in her body telling her to push him away, she didn't. Close enough that she swore he'd be able to hear how loud her heart was thumping.

Dean brought his free hand to her cheek, and rubbed the pad of his thumb against the skin there. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw his eyes flick down to her lips. "W-what are you doing," she managed to choke out.

"What I should've done sixteen years ago."