"Where are you two going?" Garth asked, crossing his arms as Melody and Blair gathered up a weapons bag.

Melody turned to look at Garth with her best smile. "We've got to go keep an eye on Mr. Baxter's illegitimate son," she told him. "Sam and Dean have no clue that this thing could be after someone else. I need you to stay here with Mr. Baxter, and keep an open ear for any other secrets surfacing, okay?" She placed a had on his arm, batting her lashes up at him. It really was a superpower.

Garth folded like a cheap suit. "You got it," he breathed, looking as though he'd been touched by an angel. "Are you going to tell Sam and Dean?"

Melody shouldered a jacket on, shaking her head. "Not yet. They need to stay right where they are," she told Garth. "If we tell them we're going to do this, they're going to leave Marie alone and vulnerable. This thing might not even be at the brewery. Give us twenty minutes, and call them to let them know we're on our way.

They walked out of the room leaving Garth alone. Melody managed to snag his keys for a ride, and they were on their way.

Melody bit the inside of her cheek as they pulled in front of the building. She was sure that they could handle themselves, but it'd been a long time since they'd done anything like this on their own. Melody grabbed a couple of beers from the backseat, and the pair worked on chugging some down—enough to make them able to see the damn thing. They just needed to get this guy out of there, and meet back with Sam and Dean.

Melody walked in first, wielding a shotgun filled with salt. Even if this thing wasn't a regular spirit, salt would still slow it down...they hoped.

They rounded the corner, and sure enough, the Shojo was there, staring right at Randy's son. Shit. So it was there, and they had no way to kill it. Melody sure as hell hoped the salt would at least slow it down.

Melody rushed over to the man, urging him out. Of course, he looked at her how she'd look at any drunk person she'd never met trying to drag her out of a building. "Look I've got no time to explain, we've got to go."

"What the hell are you talking about?" He pulled his arm out of her grasp, and the Shojo appeared in her face. She raised the gun, but before she could shoot, she was thrown across the room. "B, text Dean!" Blair pulled her phone out to text, but suffered the same fate as Melody. "Damn it," she groaned, trying to get to her feet. Being drunk and having your head slammed against the wall really takes a toll on you.

Paying no attention to the girls, the Shojo was standing right next to Lee, who was trying to comprehend what the hell was happening. "Run!" Blair yelled at the kid. He took off for a door, but it slammed shut.

Melody was able to get a clear shot of salt on the spirit, despite her head spinning. Unfortunately, all it seemed to do was piss it off. Blair got to her feet and dashed for Lee in an attempt to get him to a safe place, but before she had a chance to get to him, she was thrown against a wall. She wasn't moving at all. "Blair!" Melody yelled, dropping the gun on the ground. She rushed to her friends side, checking her pulse. Thankfully, she was still alive and breathing, but she'd be in a world of pain tomorrow. Sam dashed around the corner, seeing Blair laying there, and froze. "She's fine, just kill this damn thing!"

Dean was carrying the death weapon. Clearly he hadn't drank enough to see the thing, because he was swinging wildly. Melody watched as the spirit hit him in the gut, causing him to fall over and drop the sword behind him a ways. Sam charged forward, but he was thrown into cans before he even had a chance to get to his brother.

Stumbling up before he could be attacked again, he started towards the weapon, but it slid across the floor to him on its own. The action sent chills down both their spines, but there was no time to give it much thought.

"Dean, behind you," Melody called. He turned around, looking rabid. "Swing right!" Melody scrambled to her feet, fighting the urge to pass out herself. "Pass it here!" Dean tossed her the sword, and she started for Lee. "Duck." She told him, and he stopped asking questions. The sword grazed the Shojo, and Melody finished it by sending the sword right into its chest.

Suddenly, everyone in the room could see it, drunk or not, before it seemed to crumble and vanish into thin air. Blair and Sam were up now, groaning in pain, though still determined to get Lee out of there.

Dean looked around to find only Melody there. "This moved," he murmured. "You don't think-,"

"Dean," she stopped him from saying it. "A lot was happening, and happening fast. It wasn't."

She didn't believe the words she was saying, but she needed to know that it wasn't Bobby. He deserved to be at peace after everything he'd been through.

Overall, aside from severe hangovers and intensified migraines, they managed to get out with minimal injuries.

"Y'all sure you don't want to hang out before you hit the road?" He asked. "Grab some brunch, maybe some brews?"

Dean shook his head. "Sounds tempting, but we better roll," he told him. Melody knew there was no way Dean was going far without eating, but she also knew that Garth had a tendency to get under his skin.

Garth nodded, walking away from his car towards them. He wrapped his arms around Dean first, which he absolutely loved, then Sam, then Blair. He knew that the two were a bit of an item, so he didn't linger too long. But Melody, on the other hand, was captured in his embrace for much longer than the others. Dean cleared his throat, and only then did Garth pull away. He placed his hands on her shoulders, grinning widely. "Bellissimo," he whispered. Quite frankly, he looked like he was going to kiss her.

"Hey, lover boy," Dean stepped forward, pulling Garth back a bit. "Remember the insides on the outside thing?"

"Right," Garth chuckled, underestimating the seriousness in Dean's tone. "Sayonara, kemo sabes." He waved them goodbye as he climbed into his car, before driving off.

They walked back inside to get their bags together, but Melody couldn't seem to free her mind of last nights events. "We need to talk about last night," Melody told him. Everyone was in the room, now, but only Dean knew what she was talking about.

"What, now?" He asked, glancing at Sam and Blair. "Why do they need to know about it."

Melody crossed her arms, and narrowed her eyes at him. "What, so you just want to keep it a secret?" She shook her head. "Typical."

Dean flung his bag over his back, rolling his eyes. "It's not like that, Mel, and you know it."

Blair and Sam exchanged confused looks. "Look, if you guys had sex or whatever, it's cool, we don't need to know the gory details," Blair shrugged. Sam couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, God, B," Melody shook her head. "No. For the love of everything holy. We did not. Dean thinks Bobby was there last night."

Sam's laughter quickly turned into concern. "What?"

"It's the only thing I can thing of, at this point," he admitted. "The blade was across the room, and it practically flew to me. Then back at the case with the Amazon's, when that page with all the answers magically revealed itself. It ain't a coincidence. What else could have Jedi'd that sword into my hand?"

"The Shojo slammed the door from across the room," Blair pointed out. "Maybe it was trying to grab the sword, too."

Dean thought about it for a moment, nodding his head. "Yeah, I guess," he sighed. "I mean, if it was Bobby, he'd let us know, right? Who would know more about being a ghost than Bobby. Instant Swayze."

"Exactly," Melody murmured. As much as she hated to admit it, she was almost hopeful that Bobby was with them. She also knew, though, that it would be wrong for him to be. "Let's get out of here."

The other three walked out of the motel room, but something made Melody stop and look around. "Dad..." she murmured, not actually knowing if he was there. "If you're with us, you gotta give us some kind of sign." A frown deepened on her face at the thought that her father might not be at rest.

"You comin'?" Dean poked his head around the corner in the door, looking in at her.

Melody nodded, forcing a smile on her face. "Just making sure we grabbed everything." She looked around the room to see her dad's old flask still resting on the table. "You don't want to forget this." She placed the flask in his hands.

Dean was definitely not buying the excuse for hanging around, despite her finding the flask. Her face was far too sad for one to just be searching to straggling items.

He stepped fully into the door, and wrapped his arms around her. "I miss him too," he murmured, resting his lips against her forehead. "Come on, let's go find some food."

"Dean Winchester, you absolutely know my love language," she grinned, unraveling herself from his arms.