Title: The way it was, and they way it is now.
Description: It's been twelve years since she left..
sippie - October 9, 2008 06:52 AM (GMT)
Just a taste!
I'll post more if you like!
She stepped out side and let the heat of the night drench her, as well as the rain that fell at a steady pace from the sky. She kept behind the men, depending on the shadows to hide her when she needed it. They were walking a little faster than she would have liked, but was thankful they weren’t running. Her boots wouldn’t have that, besides the fact that the rapid clicking would have given her away. It had all happened so quickly, she hadn’t even thought about what to say when she finally confronted them. It was an ‘Of all the gin joints’ kind of situation. She’d spotted them hustling pool in the back corner of the smoky bar, and hadn’t been able to take her eyes off of them since. “They’ll want nothing to do with me...” She would think to herself when she entertained the notion of approaching the pair, but when they finally left the bar she had to follow them. At least see where they were staying so that if she did scrounge up the courage she’d know where to find them. She pushed a rain soaked chunk of black hair away from her ear and strained to hear them over the rain. “I told you we’d need an umbrella.” Sam grunted. “It’s just a little water, Sammy.” was the low grumbled reply from Dean, as he hunched his shoulders against a small blast of wind. She spotted a motel parking lot just up ahead, and prayed that it was their stop. Her feet were killing her, and she began to get chilly despite the humidity. She set her gaze ahead again only to find she was alone one the side walk. She looked around her, they were no where to be found. She gave a defeated sigh, and rubbed her forehead. “At least you saw them, you know they’re ok.” She reassured herself. Suddenly she was jerked backward by her shoulder, and roughly shoved up against a wall. “Hey now!” She gasped in surprise. She tried to get away, wriggling madly under the hands pinning her shoulders back. “Who are you? Why are you following us?!” Dean barked. She kept her head low, avoiding eye contact. The question went unanswered. “Why are you following us?!” he repeated. “It’s me.” She pulled her gaze from the cracked concert side walk, fixing it on his green eyes. She reached a cautious hand to her head, and pulled back the hood. Dean dropped his hands, and backed up a little. “Melanie?”
alexa - October 9, 2008 12:08 PM (GMT)
Sounds interesting! Please continue!
Supernaturalgal - October 9, 2008 04:25 PM (GMT)
Love it update soon!!!! Who is melanie?
irisheyes - October 9, 2008 07:01 PM (GMT)
I'm interested in know who she is also. How does they know each other? A friend of John's, perhaps?
Can't wait to find out.
sippie - October 10, 2008 07:23 AM (GMT)
Thanks for the comments! I hope this pleases!
She reached a cautious hand to her head, and pulled back the hood. Dean dropped his hands, and backed up a little. “Melanie?”
Melanie was suddenly at a loss for words. “Do something.” She willed herself. But what, she’d walked out of his life twelve years ago with out so much as a warning, and all she could think to do was give him a friendly punch on the shoulder and say, “Hey bud.” Dean just stared her down, a mix of emotions swirling around his eyes. She was sure it was mostly anger. Then he did something she had half expected he would do if she ever saw him again. He punched square in the jaw. Mel stumbled back, “Damn Dean, You holdin’ out on me? That was weak.” Her comment was met with cold silence, as Dean looked away for a minute. “I’m sure I had that coming...” “You sure did!” Dean shouted, looking her in the eyes again, “You scared us to death!” “I know, and I’m sorry. Not a day went by that I didn’t kick myself for leaving.” Dean inhaled deeply, and started to walk away. Mel stood where she was for a second, not sure if she should follow. “You gonna stand in the rain all night? Come on I’ll get some ice for your face.”
She followed him across the street, through the parking lot of The Medley Inn, and into their motel room. Mel heard the shower running, the slightest bit thankful Sam wasn’t there to possibly sock her one as well. Dean grabbed a towel, and threw some ice in it. “So why did you leave?” He grunted, handing it to her. She put it to her jaw. “I was sixteen, I wanted a normal life.” Dean snorted, “Yeah, and how did that work out?” “Not to well. I ended up living on the street for a while, until I started waiting tables at bar...” She trailed off. “It wasn’t what I wanted at all.” Dean crossed his arms across his chest, “Well, while you were off being the object of drunken men’s fantasies, we carried on hunting. You know actually doing something with our lives.” “Look, I know I’ve made some mistakes, but at least I tried to live my own life. I wasn’t Daddy’s little solider!” Dean blinked down at her. She was a little intimidated, last time she’d seen him they were practically the same height. “We have a responsibility, a duty to all the innocent people out there. We know what’s lurking in the shadows, and they don’t!” Melanie scoffed. “You don’t think I know that.” She lifted her shirt revealing a long jagged scar, extending from her rib cage to her belly button. “Took down a werewolf all by myself, I couldn’t have been more than seventeen. Didn’t get so much as a thank you from the guy, let alone I ride to the hospital.” She put her shirt down. “I kept hunting; I couldn’t get away from it. I may have wanted a normal life, but I still had a conscious.” She slumped in a chair, and breathed a heavy sigh. “Don’t.” He said in a softer tone. “Don’t what?” “Don’t look so defeated.” Melanie laughed, “But I am defeated. I’m exhausted, and beaten down, and tired. When do we get to rest? Why do we have to do this?” “Someone’s got to.” He said squatting in front of her. “A lot’s happened since you left. When Sammy get’s out, we’ll order a pizza and catch up.” Mel smiled, “Sounds great.” She threw her arms around him, and he returned the favor.
alexa - October 10, 2008 10:12 AM (GMT)
Great update! please, please continue! Loved Dean /Mel interaction!
irisheyes - October 10, 2008 03:04 PM (GMT)
And it gets even more interesting.
sippie - October 11, 2008 08:13 AM (GMT)
Thanks for the positive feed back! Ha, a little late in the game for this, but better late than never. I think that saying applies here..
Name: Melanie Winchester (Mel)
Hair: Black (Dyed, used to be blonde like Mary’s)
Looks like: Sophia Bush
I’m working on more, I hope this tides ya’ll over!
sippie - October 21, 2008 05:57 AM (GMT)
Sorry it took so long, my mind was occupied with Twilight!
“A lot’s happened since you left. When Sammy get’s out, we’ll order a pizza and catch up.” Mel smiled, “Sounds great.” She threw her arms around him, and he returned the favor.
“Dean, come on. I need to get back to my room.” “Friends don’t let friends drive drunk.” Dean stated sarcastically, plucking the keys from Mel’s hand. “I’m not drunk I had just as many as you and Sammy.” She slurred making a feeble attempt at snatching her keys back. Dean tossed to Sam, who promptly raised them above his head. Melanie spun around. “Sam.” “Mel.” She thrust her hand out, palm upwards, “Give them to me.” “Why don’t you come up here and get them?” She crossed her arms defiantly. “I’ve got an idea, you come down here.” Mel threw her fist into his stomach. He doubled over, and she yanked the keys from his hand. She turned coming nose to chest with Dean. “I’m not gonna win, am I?” “Nope. I'll drive.”
They pulled into a parking spot, and Melanie climbed out of the car. “Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Dean cocked an eyebrow, “Someone?” Mel nodded and went to the door. “Here Bronco?” She called as they stepped over the threshold. Suddenly a large tan Great Dane came barreling in from the bathroom. “Heel!” Mel commanded. The dog came to an abrupt stop. “Sit.” It lowered its hind-quarters, and gazed up at its master. She knelt down, “Good boy! Who’s my good boy?” She cooed, rubbing his head and neck. Dean wandered over. “Dean, this is Bronco.” Mel went over to the dresser and pulled out some fresh clothes. She disappeared into the bathroom, as Dean took her place by the dog. Something silver on the nightstand caught his eye, a picture frame. The picture was of a young man and Melanie. He was wearing a party hat that read ‘Happy New Year’, and smiling at the camera, with Mel kissing his cheek. “That’s Michael, he was my fiancé.” “Was?” “Yeah, he died a couple years back.” He noticed a banner in the back ground said 2005. “I’m so sorry, Mel. What happened?” “Car wreck. All I got was concussion, and a scar.” She pointed to a scar above right eye. “You better get a move on packing ‘fore Sam thinks we got lost.” “Packing?” Dean nodded slowly. “Oh Dean, I’m not coming with you guys.” They stood in a semi-awkward silence for a minute. “I understand.” He crossed the room, and had the door open so suddenly it startled Bronco. “I guess I’ll see you around.” “Dean, wait!” But he was gone. She heard the Impala roar to life, as she slumped on the bed.
“Alright, I’ll be in the car.” Dean said swinging a bag over is shoulder, and stepping outside. There was Melanie, leaning against her '74 Charger. “What are you doing here?” “Bronco missed you.” She held out a coffee for him. He took it, nodding thanks. “And I figured you guys could use another team mate.”
So I'm working on another Mel fic, but it's gonna be posted in ghosts, so check back soon! P.s: I've always wanted a Great Dane named Bronco!
sippie - May 21, 2009 11:32 PM (GMT)
I'm such a forgetful person! :bang
I'm going to get the next installment up sometime in the near future!
Sorry about the wait! ;)