Episode: Season 7 - The Mentalists Pt. 2

Our first order of business in this case was meeting the psychic that this seemingly revolved around - or at least, who had known all of the victims. A woman by the name of Melanie Golden. Her grandmother had been one of the victims as well as her other psychics she had known over the years. She was nice enough to let us into her house though and so together, the three of us walked in behind her.

"Sorry. Just got back," she said, apologizing for the mess as we stepped into her living room.

"You were out of town?" Dean asked her, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I work the circuit. Hotels, conventions, you know," Melanie shrugged, smiling.

"Oh. No offense, but, uh, you don't seem all that psychic," he told her.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, I mean, you know where's all the, uh, crystals and pyramids?"

"I'm off the clock. Also, not psychic. What?" she shrugged when Dean looked at her in disbelief, "It's an honest living,"

"Interesting definition of honest," he rolled his green eyes.

"Well, I honestly read people. It's just less woo-woo, more body language. Like you three," she said, gesturing to us, "Longtime partners. But, um, a lot of tension,"

She gestured to Dean then, "You're angry," then to Sam, "You're stressed," before finally landing on me, "And you're hurt,"

I swallowed down the lump that had formed in my throat as I felt Dean's eyes flick to me briefly.

She shrugged her shoulders then, smiling simply, "It's not brain surgery. It's why my grandma and me didn't get along. She'd go full smoke machine but she actually believed in all that stuff so..."

"You don't?" Dean arched an eyebrow at her.

"You do?" she challenged him.

"I've got an open mind. You'd be surprised," he told her and I could hear the flirty edge to his voice, making my jaw clench in anger.

It was bad enough to run off and leave me and Sam over something that happened 13 years ago but this? Flirting with some random girl right in front of me? I could practically feel the blood boiling in my veins at the way he looked at her. Sam seemed to notice, putting a hand on my arm to steady me before continuing to ask Melanie questions about the case.

It didn't take long to solve the case, thank goodness. But sadly, Melanie's best friend had been killed by the spirit before we were able to salt and burn the bones. And as much as I didn't like the woman, I couldn't help but feel bad for her. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose my best friend like she had. I'll admit though that it had scared me a bit when the spirit had come after me after I'd lost my weapon. I had absolutely no way to defend myself.

If it hadn't of been for the metal crowbar lying by the fireplace, I wouldn't have succeeded in getting it away from me. Dean and Sam had arrived just as I'd raced out of the house, practically flying down the stairs two at a time and straight into Dean's outstretched arms. I didn't do it on purpose, of course. But I guess instinct as well as the fear had taken over and I fell back into old habits - running to Dean for safety, security, love. He'd wrapped me up instantly into his embrace and I had breathed in the scent of him off his jacket pressed up against me while Sam took care of the ghost. It was all over and taken care of now, though.

And it was time to go back to Bobby's cabin. Our little adventure was over. I could see Sam and Dean laughing through the diner window as I stood in the parking lot, pacing back and forth. I wanted to go in - confront Dean about last night - but nerves and anxiety held me back. What if he didn't want to get back together? What if it had all been in my mind?

That he was only trying to be polite by holding me that night when I'd gotten scared? I sighed, unable to shake the feeling. But I had to know for sure. I saw the waiter walk over to them and almost snickered as Dean pointed a finger at him threateningly while Sam tried to hold back a laugh. The waiter walked off not long after and so did Sam. I sucked in a deep breath then.

He was alone. It was now or never. Slowly, I walked across the cracked pavement of the parking lot and up to the door. Pushing it open, the smell of pastries and meat cooking filled my nose. I smiled at the scent, warm air washing over me as I stepped inside. The place was crowded, bustling with people and noise. But all that seemed to fade away as my eyes landed on him...and her.

The psychic woman from before - Melanie - sat across from him. He said something and she smiled in response before taking his hand in her own, her fingers gliding across his palm with a seemingly gentle touch. She spoke again, grinning up at him before he smiled back. I felt my heart fall in my chest, feeling tears prick my eyes before I turned on my heel, running out of the small diner. I was wrong... Dean Winchester didn't want me anymore. 

He'd already moved on.