Melody blinked her eyes open, being brought to consciousness by Dean snoring right in her ear. Dean had talked her into sharing a bed, since the couch was far from being as comfortable as it looked. It didn't take a whole lot of convincing, though. Melody was in a far better mood with him after their beach adventure.

Surprisingly, Dean didn't have too much of an issue with the sun. She chalked it up to the fact that they went close to dark.

At some point, he'd draped his arm over her body. Usually, when he did this, she'd have to force him off of her because the motels usually don't have the best air conditioning, and Dean's body heat would be too much. In this nice hotel, though, she welcomed it. The air in the room was absolutely freezing.

Gently, she tried to escape his grasp, but she saw his face scrunch in discontent. "Where are you going," he grumbled, his voice was deep and raspier than usual from sleep. "Thought the point of this whole thing was to sleep in."

"You were snoring in my ear."

"I don't snore."

Melody scoffed at his objection. "If you didn't, I'd definitely still be sleeping."

He was quiet for a moment, causing Melody to believe he'd fallen back asleep. "What's the deal with you and that Clark guy?"

His eyes were still closed, and he was trying to seem casual about it—but there's nothing casual about talking about another man while you're sharing a bed together. "Jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," he groaned. "I don't know why everyone thinks I'm jealous. I'm curious. There's a difference."

Melody rolled her eyes at the attitude thrown her way, as she attempted again to leave the bed. That time he let her go. "Clark is a friend," she shrugged, not able to fight the smile that appeared on her face. "He was at the bar that night, and I'm a sucker for a man in a suit, what can I say?"

"Is that why you look at me like I'm a piece of meat when we're posing at the feds?" Dean smirked.

"Probably," Melody shrugged, laughing a bit.

Dean eyes were blinking open now, adjusting to the light that was seeping through the slit between the closed curtains, just as Melody reached down into the drawers to find some clothes for the day. "Well good morning," he grinned, enjoying the view.

Melody turned and threw a shirt at him, feeling a deep heat creep up her cheeks. "You're disgusting."

"Oh please, I know you wouldn't bend over all provocatively in front of professor moneybags," he scoffed.

"Doctor, actually," she corrected, rolling her eyes. "And I thought you were still laying down."

Dean raised his eyebrows at the discovery that Clark was actually a doctor. Melody really hit the mark on that one. He watched after her as she disappeared into the bathroom.

He got to his feet, stretching his arms above his head. Checking to see if the door between the rooms was unlocked, he determined it was safe when it shifted it open.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, causing Blair to immediately cover herself more.

"For God's sake you two are like animals," Dean groaned, turning around. "There's a damn lock on the door for a reason."

"I didn't think you'd be up this early," Sam admitted.

Without another word, Dean closed the door on the other side, leaving the two to continue their consummation.

Melody walked out of the bathroom with a bare face, despite a little mascara. It was one of her days that she'd allow her face to breathe—not that she wore much makeup anyway, but this was her bare minimum.

"Wouldn't go in there if I were you," Dean gestured to the door separating their rooms.

"Again?"

"Probably never stopped," he joked, knocking on the door. "Going to get breakfast downstairs in twenty, just so ya know." He called through the door, walking towards the bathroom to shower.

Melody tied her hair up in a ponytail and searched for her sandals. Once she was completely ready, she opened the curtains and looked down over a few blocks away, where the beach was. Not many things in this life could make her feel free, but the waves hitting the white sand was definitely one of those. The only difference, this time, was that her dad wasn't around to hear about it.

Dean was pulling a shirt over his head as he was walking out of the bathroom, quiet as to not disturb her. Never had he seen someone look so somber yet happy. Perhaps she was thinking about her trips with Bobby.

When the time came, it wasn't Dean that pulled her out of her own mind, but instead the two in the room next door walking in—fully clothed, thank God.

"Breakfast then beach to tan?" Blair suggested, wearing a wide grin.

Blair was a naturally happy person, but something about her being around Sam intensified that a lot. It was refreshing yet disgusting.

"You're speaking my language," Melody beamed, standing up from her position in the chair.

The buffet in the hotel was massive. Build your own omelet bar, fruit, waffles, pancakes, pie for breakfast? Sign Dean right up. Eggs, cereal, bagels, and basically everything else you could imagine.

They were all silent for a bit as they ate on their food. It wasn't very often they had a full array of food like this, and they were definitely taking advantage of it.

Dean was the first to break the silence. "Ya know, if y'all break that bed, Peter VanHooten's card is gonna be a little upset." Melody threw her head back in laughter, but Blair and Sam didn't find it as amusing.

"Dean, the last person you slept with had you kid that tried to kill you," Sam countered, causing Melody to laugh even harder. Her sides hurt from the fit, and tears were brimming in her eyes.

"Ha, ha," Dean grumbled sarcastically. "So funny."

They ate until they couldn't possibly eat anymore, then darted straight for the beach.

This time, Blair told Dean that he would need sunscreen. He agreed, begrudgingly, causing Melody's jaw to drop. "She's a nurse," Dean shrugged, handing the tube of sunscreen to Melody for her to put it on his back. "I figure she knows what she's talking about, and I guess you do too."

Melody rolled her eyes, lathering the paste onto his back. She gave him the same suntan oil as yesterday, to put on her back. "How come you don't have to wear sunblock?"

"Because I didn't spend the last sixteen years in the Midwest where there's little to no sun," she retorted.

Melody and Blair both put headphones in their ears as they laid on their stomachs. Neither of the Winchesters strayed far, all but threatening any guy that looked at either of the girls in the wrong way.

"How are you doing with everything," Sam asked, knowing the girls couldn't hear them. "Bobby died not too long after..."

"Sam, I don't want to get all heart to heart with you," Dean shook his head, not looking at his brother. "I'm fine. I mean look, I'm on a friggin' beach instead of hunting down Dick Roman."

"Because you weren't going to let Mel come out here by herself," Sam added onto his point. "And you knew she was coming out here one way or the other. It's the place—,"

"The place she feels closest to Bobby," Dean finished his sentence, nodding his head. Sam was right, though, if it weren't for Melody's stubborn insistence, they'd be long gone from here. He was quiet for a moment, looking down the beach. "Did she ever ask about me? When you two would talk, I mean."

Sam nodded, gauging his brother's response. "A lot, actually," he admitted. "Her pride kept her from calling you, though."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"So you'd call her out of guilt?" Sam's voice contorted into a bit of defensive tone. "If you wanted to hear from her, you'd've called her yourself."

Dean stayed quiet, fighting off the urge to punch his brother in the face. What did he know about why he didn't call Melody? Nothing at all. It wasn't like he'd gone on and hadn't thought about her once. That wasn't the case at all.

Simultaneously, the girls shifted from on their stomachs to their backs. Melody pulled a headphone out and removed her glasses. "Are you two going to sit there like guard dogs for the next ten minutes," she asked them.

"Probably," they said at the same time.

Melody popped her headphone back in, but left her glasses off. The last thing she needed was another bad tan line like she had in '05. Lesson well learned.

As she figured, they were still there once her timer went off, each sipping on a beer. Melody grabbed the one Dean had sitting next to him, and cracked it open. He frowned, causing the crease between his eyebrows to harden, but he didn't fuss like she thought he would. "I honestly want to drink for the rest of the day," she sighed, sipping the bitter liquid. Beer was far from the most refreshing drink, but it got the job done.

"That can be arranged," Dean grinned, looking to Sam and Blair. "You two in?"

"We're actually gonna go grab some dinner, in a few hours," Sam shrugged, smiling at Blair.

Melody and Dean's looks mirrored with wide eyes. "So like, a date?" Melody inquired. "Doing things a bit backwards, are we?" Her eyebrows wriggled playfully.

Blair nudged her friend playfully with her shoulder, knowing it was all in good fun. "I guess you could say that."

Truth be told, Melody was happy for her friend. Thus far, it hadn't seemed to affect the way they worked together, but she couldn't help but wonder if that would change. She didn't miss the anxious look on Dean's face, and she wondered if he felt the same.

"Well, you two crazy kids have fun," Melody grinned, waving a goodbye. "Dean and I will very likely be drunk by the time you return."

"That doesn't sound like a recipe for disaster at all," Sam chuckled, helping Blair to her feet. "Call us if you need anything...otherwise, don't."

Melody got to her feet as well and dusted the sand from her legs. She offered a hand to Dean, who looked at her curiously before accepting it, scrambling to his feet next to her. "What are you doing?"

She didn't answer as she continued to drag him along behind her. Yesterday, they had stopped right at the edge, but Dean could see that she didn't intend on stopping. "Mel—,"

Melody turned on her heels to look up at him. "You trust me, right?"

A long breath escaped Dean's barely parted lips. He nodded his head, no longer trying to fight against her. He would jump every time something touched his foot, and Melody would laugh each time. It was such a contagious laugh that she had.

They were now chest deep, and the panic was evident in Dean's eyes. "Would you relax," her eyes were crinkled at the corners as she looked at him, and her eyes glittered in amusement that matched the smirk on her face. "Dean Winchester. I never would have pegged you as the fearful type. I knew you were scared of flying, but the ocean?"

"Shuddup," he grumbled. "I'm out here, ain't I?"

"If you stay tensed up like that, you're going to cramp up and drown," she warned him, her face turning into a serious scowl.

"You know what's good tension relief?"

"For the love of everything holy," she laughed, splashing water at him.

Dean immediately lashed out, falling back as the water hit him in the face. "Oh, you're gonna pay for that."

Melody's eyes widened and she darted away towards the shore. Dean having much longer legs than her, quickly caught up to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, causing a shriek to erupt from her, as he dunked her under water. It didn't take long for Melody to regain her footing. She lunged at him, full force, sending them both underwater.

"Okay, that's it," Dean declared. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" Her voice came off as a screech, but really, she was trying her hardest not to laugh. However, he didn't follow her orders until they were back on the beach, standing where the beach towels were still splayed out. "You can't just throw me over your shoulder," she huffed.

Dean shrugged as he grabbed a beer. "Actually, I just did," he smirked, popping the top. "Now, why don't we go back to the room and get wasted, hm?"

"You're speaking my love language, Dean Winchester," she grinned. They gathered their things and started for the parking lot. Dean picked up the bag that Melody had put their splayed out belongings into, and walked a couple of paces ahead of her. She kept her camera out, snapping a few pictures of the beach, and one of Dean ahead of her. Falling a bit behind, she trotted forward into step with Dean. "I need to get these printed off before we leave." She was mostly speaking to herself, but he still nodded to acknowledge her.

They got back to the room, to see Blair and Sam just as they were leaving. Blair was wearing a fitted white dress that showed off her tan, and her hair was curled slightly. She was grinning, talking to Sam about something neither she nor Dean could quite make out. "Oh, hey y'all!" Blair beamed. "I figured you'd still be out on the beach."

"Dean got mad because I splashed him, so here we are," she joked. "Honestly, I'm just trying to day drink, and run up a tab for room service. I'm starving."

"You're always hungry," Sam chuckled.

She blinked, staring blankly at the giant. "Your point?" Her tone was monotonous.

"You two have fun," Dean added, slipping past Melody into their room. "I'm going to get drunk."

"Smile!" Melody yelled, holding her camera to the pair, capturing their genuine happiness on camera. She waved to her friends as she followed behind Dean.

Dean was already shuffling through the mini fridge by the time Melody had walked in. "You taking inventory, or something?" She laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He tossed her a tiny shot-size bottle of fireball, keeping one for himself. "Just trying to see how well stocked they keep this thing."

"Could always go steal Sam and Blair's liquor too," she laughed, twisting the lid off of her bottle.

Dean grinned. "A woman after my own heart." He tapped his bottle against hers, and they both drank back the shot.

"Oh the cinnamon," Melody groaned, shaking her head. She tossed the empty plastic into the garbage can, turning her attention back to Dean. "So, about that food..."

Dean nodded, aware of his own impending hunger, and walked to the phone to order room service. Melody scaled the mini fridge, seeing what they had to work with for the evening. It didn't look like a whole lot, but there was more than enough there to make her hate herself in the morning.

It wasn't long before Dean was grabbing a beer and twisting the top off. "Does the situation with Blair and Sam bother you," he asked after a minute.

Melody raised her eyebrow, turning to face him. "Jealous," she asked, jokingly, to which Dean shook his head.

"I dunno," he sighed. "It's just...Sam was having these," he paused, pondering for the right word. "Hallucinations. Or maybe it wasn't a hallucination at all, for him at least. It all seemed to just stop when you two showed up."

"Exhaustion can do that to a person," she sighed, sitting next to him with another shot. "You may think your body is adjusted to a full three hours of sleep, but it can still do crazy things."

Dean wasn't convinced, and Melody could tell that by the look on his face. "Sam's soul got stuck in Hell for almost two years." His eyes were fixated on the wall in front of him. "Lucifer used it as a punching bag. When he finally got it back..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "Sam wasn't Sam anymore. He could see Lucifer everywhere. He couldn't sleep, wouldn't eat. Cas said he did his best to put the walls back up, but every now and then, he'd still have nightmares."

"You're worried that if this thing with Blair goes sideways, he might be done for," Melody completed his thought. They were both silent for a bit before Melody spoke her next question. "Who is Cas?"

Dean's eyebrows furrowed, and his frown deepened. "Castiel. He's, uh, he's an angel."

One of Melody's eyebrows quirked up immediately. "Like...halo and white suit kind of angel?"

"More like a trench coat and confused remarks, kind of angel," he corrected her. There was something about the way he spoke that led Melody to believe that they didn't exactly part ways on the best of terms. "He's the one that tore down the walls holding Sam's soul together, to begin with. Now he's holed up with a demon."

Melody twisted the cap on her drink. "I'm either plastered already, or not drunk enough for all of that," she shook her head. Quickly, as to not endure the flavor any longer than necessary, she drank the shot. Dean was right behind her, determined not to dwell too much on the one thing he can't control—Sam.

Dean handed her a beer from the case he'd bought in, continuing to sip on his own. "Enough angel drama, we're on vacation," he sighed, looking thoughtfully at Melody. "What've you been up to all these years? Hunting, I assume, but for you to not know the whole angel situation and being around Bobby?"

She nodded slowly, thinking of the best way to recap the past decade and a half of her life. "I went to school," she started. "Got my prerequisites done for Law School, went to cosmetology school instead. I met this guy, Gavin. We dated some years, then he disappeared. Told his family that he was fine, told me nothing. Here we are, three years later." This time, she took a longer swig of the beer she was clasping in her hands.

Dean clenched his jaw, keeping quiet. He wasn't the only one that'd left her without so much as an explanation. He had a feeling their minds were in the same place, in that aspect.

"Mel-,"

"You never called," her voice was quiet as she stood from her seat on the bed. She walked over to the wooden table that was tucked into the corner of the room by a window and set her beer down on it. "Why?"

"Mel, i-it's a lot to explain," he stammered, swallowing the lump in his throat.

No sooner than he got the sentence out of his mouth, she was turning on her heels to face him. "Good thing we've got plenty of alone time."