Melody drove the group to Bobby's cabin that she would often crash at, in Montana. After Dick Roman figured out exactly who the Winchesters were, he caused a lot of mayhem for the two—just enough to land them in jail for a few hours. That was a whole ordeal all in itself.

Sam had been calling other hunters for weeks, trying to figure out what any of the dig sites that Frank had identified before falling off the face of the earth, had in common.

Of course, there was nothing.

Just last week, Melody had received a call from Bobby's old friend, Annie Hawkins. Turned out, Sam and Dean knew her...quite well, actually. Not surprising to Melody, pretty uncomfortable for Blair. That was, until she found out that Sam was soulless at the time of their encounter.

Though, during that entire situation, it came to light that Bobby was in fact with them back on their last hunt. He was able to show himself to them at that old haunted house that Annie got herself tangled into. To say Melody's reunion with her father was a tear fest would be an understatement.

Sam was lying in the backseat with his head in Blair's lap, trying to catch his breath from nearly having his heart ripped out of his chest by Whitman Van Ness. They were rushing back from the grave site to the Van Ness house, positive that they'd left Annie a sitting duck, awaiting Whitman's cruel fate he'd surely had planned for her.

However, the greatest shock wasn't from the fact that Annie Hawkins was a ghost trapped inside of the house, but instead, seeing Bobby sitting on the floor in the foyer when they walked through the front door. "Hey kids," he'd said, having no idea they could see him.

Melody froze solid, unsure of what to do with herself. "Dad?"

Turned out, Bobby was latched on to that old flask Dean carried around religiously, but only then had he found out how to make himself seem to them.

Melody was thrilled to have her dad back, but Sam and Dean were on the same page as far as how unnatural the situation was. They'd spoken about it that night in the Impala while Melody slept, in fact. Dean also knew that Melody would have no part in severing her dad's connection back to them.

"Yeah, I hear you," Sam said into the phone, still attempting to gather as much information on Dick's plans as possible. "Thanks for looking into it. Yep. Bye." He hung up the phone, shaking his head. Each time he hung up the phone, he looked more and more confused. "Nora didn't see a pattern to the sites, either."

"Nothing from the local lore 50 miles in every direction of any of them," Blair chimed in from her seat in front of Sam's laptop. "Just a bunch of old dirt."

The electricity flickered out of nowhere, sending the Winchesters reaching for their guns.

"Take it easy, ya idgits," Bobby mumbled, appearing. "Sorry for the jump scare."

Dean let out a heavy sigh, still unsure of how to handle the whole thing. "So how does this work," he asked, putting his gun away. "I leave the cap off and you just genie your way out?"

Melody shot him a warning glare, but Dean didn't pay it much mind. "I wish it were that easy," Bobby admitted. "The thing is-," his spirit flickered a bit. "Damn it," he huffed, breath taken from him. "It's hard to stay focused. I'm still kind of worn out. I don't know how long until my next dirt nap, so let's just skip to the skinny. Those numbers I gave you to that lot over in Wisconsin ain't gonna be empty for long. I got a gander at Dick's big plan, right before he Lincolned me. They're breaking ground in...what month is this?"

"April," Melody answered.

He cursed under his breath. "They've already broken ground," Bobby noted. "They're building as we're yammering. Check it out. You guys missed it because you've been kind of busy killing ghosts lately. Dick is about to get into the Soylent Green business. That sucker is a state-of-the-art slaughter house and we're the beef."

Blair turned back to face Bobby—the last statement catching her attention. "Isn't that a bit bold, even for Dick?"

Bobby shrugged. "I'd bet you no one will even notice," he said. "'Cause first, he's gonna dumb us all down with turducken-style munchies. Make us docile. Like that fiasco at Biggerson's? That was only the tip of the iceberg. He's bought a list of joints ten pages long. Next, he's gonna cure us of all the biggies: cancer, AIDS, heart disease. They got an affinity for stem cell research. They're engineering the perfect herd."

Sam's computer beeped, and Blair turned to check what it was. "Uh, guys," Blair interrupted. "There's an email from Frank." Each of them gathered around her, curious as to what the disappearing man could have possibly sent them. "Sam, if you're getting this email, I'm...dead," she read aloud. "Or worse. This email was sent because some prick is trying to hack into my hard drive right this second. So unless it's you, you're in trouble. My drive is full of compromising info. Your new aliases, hangouts, etc."

"Great," Dean mumbled.

"Even though he encrypted the crap out of his drives, he says we should assume that someone can hack into it eventually. Luckily, though, he did put a tracker on it." Blair clicked on the link to track the drive, pinpointing it.

To their best luck, it pointed right to the heart of Richard Roman Enterprises. "Perfect," Melody groaned. "Right in the middle of the Death Star."

Dean got to his feet, clasping his hands together. "Well, off to Chicago." He walked over and started piling his clothes sloppily into a bag. The site made Melody's eye twitch.

"No, wait, you can't just break in," Bobby interjected. "They know your mugs."

Melody nodded, agreeing with her father. "He's right," she said. "They don't know ours, though." She gestured between Blair and herself.

"No," Bobby and Dean chorused.

"I don't need your permission," Melody reminded Dean before turning to face Bobby. "Or yours either, for that matter."

Bobby furrowed his brows, frowning. "Now listen here young lady," he stepped towards her. "Just because I'm dead, don't give you the right to disrespect me."

And thus continued the last argument they had before Bobby died—whether or not Melody was able to handle herself in the midst of the world ending.

"You've never believed I was able to do this on my own," Melody's voice raised.

"This ain't a matter of being able to do this on your own Melody Rose," his voiced matched hers in terms of volume. "This is about me not being sure you can separate your rage over my death, and getting work done."

Melody took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder, and Sam's voice claimed the touch. "You know he's right, Mel," he told her. "We've got to to this right. Dick will have his time."

"What if we mailed in the flask," Bobby suggested, regaining the attention of all of the hunters. "I mean, it's not like Dick can kill me twice."

Sam and Dean exchanged nervous looks. "Bobby," Sam sighed. "That's right in Dick's office. What happens if you run into Dick and, you know...go all vengeful."

"Oh, give me some credit," Bobby objected. "So, what? I'm supposed to just ride the pine?"

"Yeah, dad," Melody answered, walking over to where her clothes were stored. "Sorry, but that's how this is going."

They started putting their necessary belongings away into bags, silently, all planning out what their next play was going to be. Snag a directory of Richard Roman Enterprises employees, then track down their tech guru seemed to be the idea, but who knew how easy that would be?

They left the cabin and started for Chicago. They all took a couple of shifts driving, before deciding to call it a night in Minneapolis.

Blair and Sam hinted towards the fact that they were planning on getting their own room. It was expected, though, since they'd all been shoved in that small cabin. There was extremely limited privacy with four people—and a ghost—occupying the place.

It was refreshing to see them able to find a sense of normalcy, and it never seemed to have an impact on the job. If anything, it almost seemed to make them work harder.

Once in their room, Dean made himself comfortable in the best way he knew how—cleaning his guns. He left Bobby's flask in the car, giving everyone a break from wondering when he'd next make himself known.

Melody sat down beside where he'd planted himself on the old stained couch. "You alright?" She asked, pulling her legs up to her so she could cross them in the seat. Her body was turned sideways to face him.

Dean reassembled his gun in silence before sitting back. He pondered the question for a moment, avoiding looking at her at all cost. "Mel, I-," he paused, sighing. "This whole thing with Bobby, just don't sit right with me. And I know he's your dad, and believe me, if I could change what happened that day and take his place, I would." Melody didn't respond, looking down at her hands instead. Dean took one of her hands in his, leaning his head sideways on the couch to look at her. "Where's your head at?"

Melody shrugged, shifting herself around to get closer to him. "I know it's wrong," she murmured, catching Dean by surprise. "I just...I've prayed every day for him to come back, and this almost seems like a cruel joke."

Dean squeezed her hand slightly. He wasn't expecting her to agree with him, but rather punch him in the face. "You know, Bobby was so proud of you," Dean told her. "He'd be working a job with me and Sammy, and he just wouldn't shut up about you." He was grinning widely.

"Bobby never talked about you two," she lied, grinning cheekily. "I think you two were my top competitors for his love."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm glad you're back around, Mel," Dean told her. "I hate that it took these circumstances, but I'm glad you're here."

"Me too," she agreed.

Dean contemplated leaning in and kissing her right then, but just knew he'd ruin this moment just like he had before. They'd come such a long way since their Florida trip, and things were actually looking up for them. In what way, though, Dean wasn't sure. Perhaps if he didn't try to kiss her, he would be doomed to the friendzone for all of eternity. Maybe he would still be even if he did try.

"Where's your mind at," she mimicked his question from earlier.

A sleepy smile surfaced on his lips. "Weighing in the pros and cons of not kissing you, right now," he said, transparently.

Dean's respond caught her by surprise, but she was sure not to let him see that. "Not kissing me, hm," she peered. "Well, what are the pros?"

"Well, for starters, I wouldn't ruin this moment," he listed. "Second, I don't have to worry about you trying to kick my ass."

Melody laughed softly. Still, the best sound to Dean's ears. "And the cons?"

"Well that's easy. One, I wouldn't be kissing you," he started, hazel eyes glimmering with mischief. "Two, I run the risk of being stuck as just your friend. And three, I wouldn't get to start making up for all that lost time I could've been with you."

Melody could once again feel her heart thumping out of her chest. It had nearly been a month since that incident in Florida, and to say that she hadn't thought about what would have happened if she'd kissed him, would be a lie on her part.

This had every possibility of going wrong, but Dean was tired of living with the fear that something would happen to her, forcing him to keep her at a distance. She was here, and regardless if he kissed her or not, he knew something happening to her would destroy him.

Dean tore his hand from hers, bringing it to her cheek instead. Never in his life had he cared for another person the way he cared for Melody Rose Singer. That was obvious not only to him, but anyone that knew him.

He used his other arm to pull her to sit closer to him. Both of their breaths were shaky and quick, unsure of themselves and what they were doing. They were both usually so confident when it came to this type of thing, but with each other it was so different. It didn't feel like a game, or just for fun, like it usually did.

Slowly, they both leaned in. Melody had a grip on the hem of Dean's shirt, afraid that this reality at any moment would shift from beneath them. She could feel her throat tighten when Dean's cool minty breath fanned her face. Judging by the way he was breathing, he was nervous too. The place on her hip where Dean's hand was resting was igniting her entire body. The feeling scared her in all of the best ways possible.

Dean closed the gap between their lips, no longer hesitating. His always tense body relaxed at the sensation of her lips against his own. Instincts got the best of him, as he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her onto his lap. Melody didn't argue, just as caught up in the moment as he was.

For something that they both knew could go so incredibly wrong, it was insane just how right it felt. The way their lips fit together made it seem like life was just a bug puzzle, waiting for these last two pieces to connect. Now that they had, everything made a lot more since in the big picture.

He pulled away, and Melody fought to catch her breath. "You've got no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Dean murmured, also breathless.

"Then what'd you stop for," she huffed.

The urgency in her tone made Dean smirk, but he wasted no time in kissing her again. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her body moved with the kiss. Yet again, he pulled away. "Mel, you're playing with fire—," she lifted her shirt over her head, causing Dean to lose his train of thought. He took the opportunity to take in her halfway bare chest, only covered by the fabric of her bra. His hands gripped the bare skin of her back, trying to maintain some shred of composure.

None of this felt like quick moving for either of them. Not only because they've had their fair share of hookups, but because their was something so familiar about their body's folding against one another's as they were. Melody pushed the already unbuttoned flannel off of his shoulders, lifting the grey shirt up next.

She took control and kissed him again, soaking in the feeling of her body against his bare chest. Dean's fingers trailed up her back, careful not to break away from Melody's lips, and unclasped the bra that was keeping him from being as close to her as he could be. Effortlessly, he threw the fabric across the room, pulling her body towards his chest.

Dean's lips trailed down her neck, causing relaxed sighs to escape her lips. Her nails dug into his shoulders a bit once he reached her collarbone, causing his grip on her waist to tighten. He tucked both hands under her thighs, lifting her up to carry her over to the bed.

He was hovering over her as he placed her gently on the bed, drinking in her body. The leggings she would often wear on traveling days were the next to go, and she wasted no time ridding him of the rest of his clothes as well.

The way their bodies moved together was like a divine art. One you'd only read in books, or see in movies. The symbol of two becoming one was more than just an exaggeration to them, now. When it was right, the thought of sleeping with anyone else just felt wrong. Nobody would make them feel the way they felt in that moment, and that thought alone made the moment all that more intimate.

The next morning, Melody woke up tangled in Dean's arms. He was still heavily asleep, but the moment she started to stir from his grasp, his eyes fluttered open. "Where you going?" His voice was raspy from sleep. His eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the light seeping in through the sheer curtain.

"I need to shower," she told him, wiggling from his grasp. "Your abhorrent level of body heat had me sweating."

Dean rolled over on his back, stretching his body. Melody didn't mind the view a bit, but she wouldn't dare be caught by him staring. "Yeah, that's what had you sweating," he chuckled, sitting up. "I could use a shower."

There was a knock on the door, making Melody more aware that she was naked....in bed with Dean. "Just a sec," Melody called, bending down to grab Dean's shirt off the ground. Dean grinned as he watched her pull it over her head. It fell to her mid thighs, but each time she bent down, in one case to grab a pair of sweatpants for him and shorts for herself, in another to sort up the clothes that were littered around the room. That was the biggest reminder of their rendezvous the night before.

"Tell them to come back in an hour," he whispered, pulling her back onto the bed in his lap.

Melody let out a shriek as she was tugged. She elbowed him off of her playfully, dropping the sweatpants next to him. "We've got to go catch a hacker, remember," she chuckled, pulling her hair up into a messy bun. "Work before play, Mr. Winchester."

Dean groaned as he pulled the pants on. Melody paced over to the door to greet her friends. "Sorry about that, I-," she paused, careful not to say too much, for fear that her friends would figure her out.

"No need to apologize, I figured you were busy," Blair giggled, looking over to Dean. "Thank God, you're clothed now."

Melody whipped her head around to look at Dean, who looked just as surprised as her. "I-uh, yeah?" He stammered.

Blair's giggle turned into a full on laugh, alongside Sam's chuckle. "B came in here earlier to see if y'all wanted to go grab some breakfast before we hit the road," Sam explained, looking between the two of them. "Well, you were both still asleep, and she saw..." Sam trailed off, awkwardly.

"Half of Dean's ass," Blair finished, wiping the tears from under her eyes from laughing so hard.

Melody brought her hand to her face, shaking her head. She was embarrassed, but Dean didn't seem to care. "Told ya you were a blanket hog," he shrugged. "Let's implement a knocking at all times—unless it's an emergency—rule, starting now."

"Oh, so this is going to be a regular thing?" Blair pointed between the two with a smirk.

Sam groaned in disgust, and Melody shook her head. "Please stop," she was laughing, but certainly embarrassed.

The younger brother held up a bag with food in it. "We brought food back," he told them, determined to change the subject. "And we found out some more on this IT person."

"Someone had to get some work done around here," Blair shrugged, still having a grand time with her jokes. Melody shot her a glare, and she put her hands up in defense. "Okay, okay, I'm done," she surrendered. "The girl's name is Charlie Bradbury. I've got her address..." she paused, scribbling on a sheet of paper. "Here."

Melody smirked, always impressed by her friend's ability to hunt down any and everything she needed to know.

Melody and Dean each took a shower and got dressed for the last half of traveling. The plan was to bust into Charlie's apartment, but four people would be a bit intimidating. Blair and Melody agreed that they'd be the two to confront her, because two men lurking in her apartment might not go over as well.

It was only a six hour drive, so they made it there a little after noon. Sam and Blair climbed out of the car, getting any potentially needed weapons together, "We'll be here, if you need backup," Dean muttered as they got out of the car. Truthfully, he was a bit hurt that she hadn't so much as acknowledged what had happened last night. Usually, the shoe was on the other foot, but he finally understood what that felt like.

"Stop sulking," Melody teased him, leaning across the seat. "It's cute and all, but we've got a job to do." She planted a small peck on his lips, smiling as she backed out of the car. Dean could feel heat rising up his neck, and he was sure his ears were burning red.

Never in his life had a woman been able to catch him off guard. It was quite the change of pace. Granted, there had never been another woman in his life like Melody.

Blair and Melody discreetly hid themselves in Charlie's place, awaiting her arrival. The jingle of keys were met by a door slamming shut. Melody watched as she briefly shuffled around, attempting to shove clothes into a bag, but was halted when her phone rang. "Hey, Pete, sorry I left with out telling you," she started, there was something in her tone that sounded similar to apprehension. "I just wasn't really feeling well. It's a...lady thing. I will be in first thing. Gotta go, cramps!"

Charlie hung up the phone and continued to pack up. Blair could see her seem to hesitate about something, making a run for the door. Before she could walk through it, Melody used her arm to block the way.

"It's alright," she told the redhead. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Charlie stumbled backwards. "Get away from me, you..." she reached for an item closest to her, that being a styrofoam sword. "You shapeshifter!"

"We're not shapeshifters," Blair said, coming into view. Charlie swung the sword at her, but she ducked below the blow. She grabbed the sword from the girl, huffing.

Melody put her hands up in an attempt to prove to the girl that they were no threat. "Look, we're not Leviathans, okay?" Melody declared, reaching in her bag for the only known poison to the creatures—borax. "You want us to prove it? You know what this does to them?" Charlie nodded, her breathing still shaky with fear. Melody poured the liquid on Blair's hand, then her own. "Your turn." Melody handed the bottle of cleaning solution to the still weary looking girl. She held her hand out, allowing the solution to our over it. "Good," Melody concluded, screwing the cap back on and putting it back in her bag.

"Who the hell are you people?"

Blair took a step closer to Charlie. "I'd love to sit here and explain everything from start to finish, but let's get away from Chicago, and we'll tell you everything."