"Exits in three miles," Sam said from the backseat. Blair was asleep in his lap, having been sick the day before.

"This is a bad idea," Dean grumbled.

Melody turned to face him with a raised eyebrow. "It was your idea," she reminded him.

"I said it as a joke."

Sam shrugged. "Bad joke, good idea," he said. "We could always call Castiel again."

Dean turned to look at Sam with an annoyed look. "Dude," he huffed. "On my car. He showed up naked. Covered in bees."

Sam's face distorted as the image interned his mind. "It's true," Melody frowned. "I was there."

"I'm not really sorry I missed that," Sam chuckled, sitting back.

They broke into a sanctum made exclusively for nuns who have passed. "Sister Mary Constant, eighty-three years of quiet, humble, nun-like goodness," Sam read from a book.

"That makes me want to be more righteous just reading it," Melody commented. Blair was still out in the car, fighting whatever stomach bug she'd caught.

Sam nodded, feeling like they'd found their match. "Exactly."

They found the tomb labeled with her name, rather quickly. "Alright, let's bone this nun," Dean grinned. Melody pursed her lips, rolling her eyes. "Tough crowd." He took the sledgehammer to the tomb with no hesitation.

When they got back to the cabin in Montana, they knew they only had one thing left to do. Summon Crowley once again, and get a vial of his blood.

They repeated the ritual they had done before, except this time, Melody demanded her own presence. The flame ignited just the same as it had before, but this time, there was no Crowley.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. "What, is he trying to make some grand entrance, or..."

"I dunno..." Sam responded, looking around.

They all had a sinking feeling that Crowley had gone back on his word, and was standing them up. "Maybe something went wrong," Sam suggested.

Melody was about to add in her two sense, just as there was a knock on the door. Sam cocked his gun, and started for it cautiously. He opened it, and in walked Meg. "You deal with him," she groaned, walking towards Dean. "I can't anymore. I was laying low halfway across the world when emo boy pops up out of nowhere and zaps me right back here."

Dean crossed his arms. "Why?"

"Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first."

He brushed past Meg and walked outside to find Castiel sitting in a car, listening to Vincent, by Don McLean. "So Cas, what's, uh, what's the word," he asked the angel.

"Well, Dean," he started with a sigh. "I've been thinking. Monkeys—they're so...clever. And they're sensible. In that they eat leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them?"

Dean pressed his lips outwards, looking slightly concerned and annoyed with his friend. "You wanna come inside and tell us what's going on?"

"As long as you understand I will not engage in aggressive activities," he nodded, following the older Winchester inside of the cabin. He picked up the bone and gave it a sniff. "Sister Mary Constant. Good choice."

Ignoring the oddities, Dean moved along. "Why'd you go to Meg, Cas?"

"When I left, I wanted to observe the flowers—and fruit," he explained. "Flowers come first, obviously. But I heard nothing from them."

Melody raised an eyebrow. "From who?"

"The Garrison," he explained. "The silence was deafening, so I went to look. To the home of the prophet. You know, Leviathans can kill angels. There's a reason why Father locked them in purgatory. They're the piranha that would eat the whole aquarium. They're gone—the entire Garrison is dead. If there's anyone left at all, they're hiding."

Dean blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the information that was just thrown his way. "Uh, I'm sorry," his tone was dry. "If the angels are dead, where the hell is Kevin?"

Castiel, off on another tangent, shook his head, looking worrisome. "I could save them from their cages—the monkeys. But where would I put them all?"

Dean clapped his hands together, grabbing his attention back. "Focus," he said. "Is Kevin alive?"

Castiel frowned. Melody could tell that he was getting overwhelmed. She gripped Dean's hand, urging him to settle down. "I don't want to fight," the angel said, looking at Dean.

"No, I'm not—," Dean sighed, refraining from raising his voice. "We're worried."

Castiel's demeanor changed when he realized Dean had no further intention of being hostile. "They took him," he reiterated. "He's alive. I felt such responsibility, but it's in your hands now. I feel much better."

Dean's eyebrows shifted together. "Wait, hold on a freakin' minute," he chuckled half-heartedly.

"Guys? What's all that?" Meg asked, finding the bowl filled with the items to summon Crowley. She knew exactly what it was, she was just hoping they were making some weird soup.

"We called Crowley," Sam told her.

Her eyes widened—probably out of fear for the man who'd chased her down for so long. "You what," she hissed through bared teeth. "I'm outie."

"Meg, he never showed," Melody told her.

"I'm sorry about that," she said sarcastically. "But he could still sh—,"

"Show up at any time," Crowley appeared across the room, finishing Meg's sentence. "Hello, boys. Sorry I'm late. This is an embarrassment of riches." He turned to face Meg, with a smug look on his face. "Stay, won't you? There's really nowhere to run." His words didn't stop Meg from dashing towards the door, but Crowley beat her there. "Oh, and don't even think about smoking out, pussycat. I've got eyes all over the place."

Castiel, who all of three minutes ago wanted no part of conflict, spoke. "Leave her be."

Crowley's eyes dragged from Meg, all the way to where Castiel was standing. "Castiel," he acknowledged the angels presence. "When last we spoke, you enslaved me. I'm confused. Why aren't you dead?"

"I...I don't know."

Crowley took a step towards him. "Well, do you want to be," he asked with a smirk. "Cause I can help with that."

"That's enough," Melody stepped between Crowley and their angel friend.

Crowleys rage-filled eyes flitted down to meet Melody's. "It's enough when I say," he spat. He narrowed his eyes when he realized who he was looking at. He looked up at Dean with a malicious grin. "She's a fiery one, her. I must say, I've been dying to meet you, Melody Rose." Dean grabbed Melody's waist and pulled her back to him. He knew she was fiery. Fiery enough to pull that demon blade out of her boot and stab Crowley right in his neck. Sam insisted on going the peaceful route, though. "I came here to help you, only to find out you've been lying to me. Harboring an angel, and not just any angel, the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth. What do you have to say for yourself, Castiel?"

Castiel shuffled, awkwardly, looking at his hands with child-like innocence. "Well, I'm still, uh, honing my communication strategy," he said, refusing to look Crowley in the face. "I haven't even been back to heaven. I-I keep thinking, there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know? They're making honey and silk and...miracles, really."

Crowley, confused as they initially were, looked at the lot. "What the hell are you on about?"

"Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess," Castiel responded. "Here, I can offer you a token, if you'd like." He reached in, pulling something out of his pocket. "It's honey." He held the ziplock bag up to Crowley, who was looking incredulously at the angel. "I collected it myself."

"You're off your rocker," Crowley discovered, making Castiel turn away to return to his spot before. "He's off his rocker, is that it?" He reached for a glass containing whiskey that was sitting on the table. "Karmas a bitch, innit?"

Dean rubbed his eyes, growing tired of the nonsense. "Look, did you come here to doggy punch your old grudges, or to help us end Dick," he asked. "Pick your battle."

Crowley looked to Dean. "Well, I'm vexed," Crowley let out an exasperated sigh. "I'd like to do both, but where's the fun I'm clobbering a pile of wet fur?" He gestured his hand to Castiel. "Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose. Meanwhile," he reached into his pocket, pulling out a vial of blood. "A prezzie."

Sam looked at the tube, not trusting Crowley any farther than he could throw him. "Really? Boxed up and ready to go?" He narrowed his eyes. "Why were you late?"

Crowley shrugged. "Dick had me in a Devil's trap," he said. "Man's not an idiot. He knows what you two are after. He offered me quite the fair deal. In exchange for giving you the wrong blood..." he shook the vial. "It's demon, but is it mine?" There was a pause, for Crowley's dramatization. "It's my blood. Real deal." He threw the container of blood to Sam, who nearly dropped it, before vanishing.

A few hours had passed since Crowley had left. Sam was lying down with a still sick Blair, while Dean and Melody were doing their best to get a complete understanding of everything the recipe called for, to kill Dick. "One things for sure," Dean muttered. "We only got one shot. This thing don't reload." He poured Crowley's blood into a bowl.

"You think Crowley is double crossing us?" Melody asked, sitting across the table from him.

Dean was quiet for a moment, contemplating the question. "You've got to figure who he wants dead more, I guess," he said. "Us, or Dick."

Melody nodded, agreeing. She twisted the lid on the container with Castiel's blood, adding it to the mixture. "Makes you wonder what Dick offered." Dean took the finished mix of all the bloods and poured it over the bone. Both of them looked around, expecting thunder, lightning—the works. But it was silent. "Maybe it worked?"

"I sure as hell hope so," he sighed. "We should get some rest. We need to hit the road in a few hours, and we've got to drive the whole way through."

Dean couldn't help but stare as Melody walked into the room from the bathroom, wearing only a towel. Her hair was wet and dripping down on her shoulders. She was so beautiful, and she really had no idea.

Melody looked over at him as she slipped a set of pajamas on. "What're you looking at, goof," she giggled. Initially, she'd been so self conscious about him trying to watch her change clothes, but in the short time that they've been...'an item', everything had just grown to be so comfortable between them. Besides, Dean staring at her unclothed body gave her quite an ego boost.

He was laying across the bed wearing only his usual sweatpants, looking through one of Bobby's old journals—that was, until Melody came in and distracted him. "You," he answered truthfully. Usually, he would think up some obvious lie, such as 'admiring the upholstery' or 'just counting air molecules'. Something about the atmosphere was drastically different, tonight. It probably had to do with the fact that they were embarking on what could be a death sentence for any of them. "Come here." Melody suppressed her usual snarky comments and playful banter, and slid right next to him on the bed. "You nervous about going after Dick?"

She didn't answer immediately, hesitating. There was nothing that Melody hated more than feeling vulnerable. "Yeah," she answered after a bit. "I've never really given a second thought to going head on with any kind of monster before. But this? This is uncharted territory. At any point, any number of things could go wrong."

Dean knew exactly what she meant. There was no record of finalizing a kill on any Leviathan, and there was no way to know if Crowley screwed them, until the deed was done. "Nothing's going to go wrong," Dean told her, despite not being completely sure himself. "After we gank this thing, we're going to see that Spider-Man remake. Don't think I've forgotten."

Melody grinned, hooking her arm around his waist. "Promise?"

"I promise." He planted a kiss on her forehead, and prayed to whoever the hell was listening, that this wouldn't be one of their last nights together.

As Dean had said, they left just a few hours before sunrise. Blair seemed to be feeling a bit better, which was good. Overall, though, they were all quite anxious for this attack on Dick.

They got to SucroCorp around nine the next night. They were sitting out in the parking lot, scoping in on what Dick was up to. What they discovered, though, was that Dick was everywhere—on every camera Charlie had hacked into for them. They must have saved a piece of the real Dick, turning whoever bit into it into his lookalike. "Great," Dean groaned.

Dean was cycling through the cameras again, trying to get a count on just how many of them there were. A truck pulled up a few yards in front of them, so Sam pulled out his binoculars to see who it could have possibly been. He quickly remembered that she was the maid, from the motel they'd stayed at when they went after the alpha. Realization hit him that she wasn't the one in control of her body right now. It was Bobby. "Oh, Bobby, what are you doing?" Everyone's heads darted to see what he was talking about—all they could see was a woman in a pink dress. "He's possessing her. Uh, j-just stay put. You've got the weapon, and your eyes on Dick—plural. I'll take care of Bobby."

Blair looked panicked, but she was far too weak to be much help to anyone. "Son of a bitch," Melody huffed, climbing over the back of the seat.

"Where do you think you're going," Dean asked, grabbing her wrist. "You're not—,"

"We're gonna be okay, remember?" She leaned across the seat, kissing him softly. "I'll see you in twenty minutes tops." She got out of the car and ran after Sam.

They cornered Bobby by a loading dock filled with SucroCorp trucks. "Listen, Bobby, I know you're in there," Sam said, slightly out of breath. "Listen to me. There are cameras everywhere. Stop, okay? You're gonna get her killed."

Melody caught up right as Sam was shoved across the parking lot. She turned to look at the small woman who Bobby had possessed. "Dad?" Her voice cracked. "You don't have to do this. We're gonna to go in, and kill him. It'll be over."

His face fell when he saw her. Over her shoulder he saw Dick Roman—or at least one of his copies—walk past a window, causing the same white hot rage to flood over him. Melody went to grab him, but with no hesitation, Bobby had her pinned to one of the SucroCorp vans, with his hand around her throat. Sam lunged for him, but Bobby effortlessly pushed him away again. Tears were starting to well in Melody's eyes—not even as much from the lack of air supply, or the pain he was inflicting, but because this was her father...except, it wasn't. Not entirely, anyway. "Daddy, please," she whimpered, praying her childlike reference would be enough to snap him out of his haze. His grip tightened, initially, but when he realized what he was doing, he dropped her back onto the ground, vanishing. All that was left was the housekeeper's body.

Melody was panting, with her hand on her chest. She was struggling to catch her breath. Sam scrambled to his feet and over to Melody to check on her. "You good?" He asked. Melody nodded, pointing down to the housekeeper. They needed to get her out of there fast.

They dropped off the woman Bobby had nearly gotten killed at the hospital, before finding a motel a few cities out.

"So tell me why you turned tail for some maid," Meg asked, sipping on a beer. "You were right there."

Dean was sitting on the couch, sharpening his knives. "Shut up, Meg," he grumbled, keeping his eyes fixated on the weapons in front of him.

"Because Dick made more Dicks," Sam retorted, earning odd looks from everyone in the room. He definitely could have phrased that better.

Dean looked over Sam's shoulder at Castiel, who was shuffling about nervously. "Hey Shifty, what's your problem?"

"We need a dog," the angel sighed. "Doesn't this place feel one species short?"

"I second that," Melody chimed in.

The older Winchester raised an eyebrow at Melody, shaking his head no, before looking back to Castiel. "You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks," he asked. "Crowley was pretty sure you could help."

Castiel shook his head rapidly. "I can't help," he said anxiously. "You understand? I can't. I destroyed...everything, and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that?"

Dean got to his feet shaking his head. "No," he said.

"Dean," Melody said gently, seeing his frustration rise.

"We can't just leave it," he continued. "You let these friggin' things in. So you don't get a damn dog, you don't get to go around and chase bees. Nobody gives a crap that you're broken, Cas. Clean up your mess!"

Castiel stopped what he was doing and took a step towards Dean. "You know," he said, looking thoughtful. "We should play Twister."

Dean turned to look at the others in the room, looking defeated. A woosh came from where Castiel had been standing, and sure enough, he was gone.

"Nice," Meg praised. "You scared off the empire's only hope. Did it ever occur to you every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them. He can see past the meat suit."

"He'll be able to see the real...fake Dick Roman," Melody murmured, realizing.

Meg scoffed. "Gold star, Sugarpants," she said. "Too bad he's Froot Loops. You might've had a chance."

A tapping noise came from behind them, and when they turned around, Castiel was playing Twister...alone. Melody pinched her thumb and forefinger to her nose, shaking her head. "I guess we start looking for tells on the cameras," she suggested.

"They've all got Dick's brain downloaded," Sam reminded her, walking back into the room. Blair had finally started to feel like herself again, when she was knocked right back down. The stomach flu, or what they assumed to be, was really kicking her. "Maybe the question is what would the real Dick be doing?"

"Is that the best you idjits can do?" The sound of Bobby's voice startled everyone, Melody especially. Her neck was bruised in the print of a hand, pissing Dean off every time he saw it.

Melody clenched her jaw, looking away to avoid eye contact. Dean had an arm draped in front of her, practically daring Bobby to come near her. "We didn't know if you'd, uh..." Sam trailed off.

"Well you should've," Bobby retorted. "You got the flask. You should've burned it right off. I'm still jonesing to go back...grab some poor bastard, kamikaze 'em going after Dick. It's bad." He turned to look at the girl he raised, sadness in his eyes. "Mel, I'm so sorry," his voice was quiet. "If I'd have known it would've come to that, I would've burned the damn thing myself. I damn near killed you, and that woman."

Melody got to her feet, walking over to Bobby. Dean was sitting on the edge of his seat, ready to fend Bobby off like any other ghost. He no longer had control of himself—just like any other ghost.

Bobby grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Mel, I'm so sorry," he apologized again. "I never wanted to put you through losing me twice. Going vengeful was something I thought I could handle. But it's like an itch you can't scratch out. I'm just...I'm done. I'm so proud of you guys. I'm proud of you, Princess. Please, don't cry." He wiped a tear that was falling down Melody's cheek. "And don't go after Dick because you think it'll scratch the itch of losing me. Do it 'cause it's the job." He looked to Dean, who had the flask in his hand now, and nodded his head. "Here's to seeing y'all on the other side. Only, not too soon." He turned to look at Melody once again. "I love you."

"I love you, too," her voice barely came out a whisper.

Dean dropped the flask onto the fire, melting it down. Just like that, Bobby was gone. For good, this time.

Melody was silent as she went upstairs to the other bedroom, determined to maintain her composure. Tomorrow would be the day that Dick got what was coming to him. Melody didn't care what it took.

Dean wasn't far behind her, but by the time he made it to the room, she was already changed and crawling under the blankets. "You wanna talk about it?" He asked her, slipping out of his jeans and putting on his sweatpants.

"I'm okay, really," she murmured. "I went through my mourning when he died. We thought this could work, and it didn't. The way I see it, he can finally rest. That's all I wanted for him."

Dean laid down next to her. She really and truly seemed okay with the situation. "I wish it could've worked."

Melody looked up at him with a lazy smile. "I think it did, really," she said. "He died doing the one thing he enjoyed most in this world—hunting. And now, after taking care of so many people for so long, he doesn't have to anymore."

Dean slid his hand under the back of her t-shirt, slowly rubbing the exposed skin with his thumb. "Hey, Mel?"

"Hmm?"

"If something happens tomorrow—,"

Melody narrowed her eyes as she cut him off. "What happened to 'nothing's gonna happen'?"

"Shh," he hissed. "If it does, you gotta know that I love you. I'm always gonna love you."

"I know." Melody grinned cheekily. Dean knew she loved him, too, but he also knew she wouldn't give him the benefit of saying it back immediately.

The next morning, Dean woke before Melody did. It was still early, so he figured everyone else was still asleep. Her back was facing him, so he took the opportunity to kiss the skin on her neck gently. "Good morning," he murmured in her ear. He never pictured himself to be the type that would wake up next to the same woman every day for the rest of his life, but that idea was definitely growing on him.

She turned around to face him with a sleepy smirk on her face. "It is now," she agreed. She pulled his face to hers kissing him slowly. A squeal of surprise came as he pulled her on top of him.

"So, the plan?" Blair asked, once they were all downstairs. Her voice was still weak. Her complexion had slowly risen from that of a dead person, to one of a dying person, so that was a good sign.

Melody sipped on her water bottle, shaking her head. Sam had asked her in private to have a conversation with Blair about hanging back on this one—not because he thought she wasn't capable of handling herself, because on any regular day she could—but because she was nowhere near her normal strength. "The only plan you have is to rest." The three other hunters were prepping for the attack. Castiel finally came around to the idea of going with them to assist in determining which Dick was the real fake Dick.

"Mel, I'm fine," Blair scoffed, leaning against the wall. "Can't Castiel just boop me back to normal?"

Castiel shook his head at the question. "I am afraid I can't," he sighed. "The last time I 'booped' someone, I wound up in a mental institution."

"Fair point," Blair said, sighing. "You put her up to this, didn't you?" She looked directly at Sam, who looked like a deer in headlights.

"Um, I-uh," Sam stammered. "I'm just worried about you, that's all."

Blair crossed her arms. "So, the one thing we agreed to before any of this started, you didn't do," she scoffed. "Awesome." She turned around and stomped off towards the room they'd been sharing.

"B, it's not like that." Sam started after her, but Blair slammed the door in his face. "Great," he mumbled under his breath, going back to join the group. "So what's the plan?"

Dean cleared his throat, feeling a bit awkward. "Well, Crowley said that Dick knows we're coming, so we're gonna announce ourselves. Big."

Blair was still pretty displeased that they were leaving without her, but after Melody talked to her, she understood it was for the best. What it came down to was Blair hated feeling useless. "We'll be back tonight, then no more hunts until you're completely better," she promised her friend.

Melody finished braiding her second braid right before they got to their splitting point. Melody would be with Sam looking for Kevin, and Dean with Castiel to hunt down Dick, while Meg would make a grand entrance, dragging any attention away from them.

As soon as they left the car, Dean squeezed Melody tightly in a hug. "I'll see you in a few hours." He sounded confident. "Be careful. You get Kevin, you get out."

"You too," she said. "Don't get yourself killed, Winchester."

Melody tried hard to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach telling her that something would go wrong.

Melody followed Sam through the back door. They walked passed a window that Melody just barely had time to peek through to see Kevin handcuffed with tape over his mouth. "Sam," she whispered, tilting her head to the door. He reached for the locked handle, before stepping back to kick it in. "C'mon kiddo," she said come picking the lock while Sam kept watch. "We've got to hustle."

"We can't leave yet," Kevin objected. "Dick's got creamer in his lab. He's gonna use it to kill all the skinny people. We have to blow up the whole lab."

Melody narrowed her eyes, looking from him to Sam with nervous eyes. "Dammit," she said under her breath. "Okay, fine. Let's go."

They ran down the hallway in the direction of the lab. Melody rushed through the door just as Dean plunged the bone into Dick's neck with Castiel standing just behind. She could physically feel relief flooding over her. It was done.

Black ooze started pouring out of every orifice on Dick's body. What seemed like waves were radiating off of him. He let out a maniacal, terror-inducing chuckle, seeming as though he knew something the rest of them didn't. Melody and Sam covered their faces as Dick exploded, leaving behind Leviathan goo all over the walls. When they looked back up, the room was empty.

"Dean?" Melody's voice croaked as she looked around. "Dean!"

There was nothing. They were gone.