Wayward •𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕•

five

Melody lifted her leather jacket off of the grungy bed, and shrugged it onto her shoulders, holding her hand out to Dean for his keys.

He looked from her outstretched hand up to meet her gaze. She was pissed. Though, she had been all evening, so that wasn't much of a surprise to him. "Where the hell are you going?" He rose to his feet and sifted through his pockets.

"Out." She responded coolly. The answer didn't appease Dean, though. He held the keys in his hands with a dull expression, waiting for a real answer. His lips were pursed and his face matched her smoldering expression. "I'm going to find this Lydia chick, and put a hole in her heart." She pulled her gun from her holster, waving it back and forth.

Shaking his head, he put his keys back in his pocket. "No, you're not going to go out and get yourself killed," he spat, sinking back down in the chair. "You don't even know how to kill her-er, it..?"

Everything about Dean in that moment was just purely infuriating. "I'm not just going to sit on my thumbs waiting for some kind of answer from Sam and Blair, that might not even be the answer," she retorted. "If I can get ahead of this chick, she can't kill you."

Dean was hesitant, but he rose to his feet again. "I'm coming with you," he said. He took another sip of his beer before setting it down on the table.

"No, you're not," Melody stepped in front of him, her eyes were almost pleading. "This thing wants you dead. You're staying here...Please?"

She couldn't lose him. When she thought she'd lost Blair and Sam, she was ready to shoot first, ask questions later, but with Dean? There would be no 'dealing' with his death. Especially not following so close to Bobby's. No matter how much she wanted to rip his head off pretty much all of the time, the thought of someone else doing that deed ignited a rage that made her damn near want to go on a killing rampage.

Dean pursed his lips again, not wanting to give in, but there was something about the look she was giving him that was almost genuine. It was the first time she hadn't been belligerent to him since they'd gotten into this mess. Sighing in defeat, he handed her his keys. "Please be careful," he told her. "You know...with the car." 

Melody nodded, starting for the door. He watched after her, with his jaw wired shut. The Amazon women had no bone to pick with her, so she would surely be okay, right?

Dean texted her the address to Lydia's, and she started that way. There was slight movement in the house when she pulled down the street, and she immediately recognized the woman from the bar closing her curtains. She turned the engine off and crept towards a shrub in front of a large window, peeking inside. She had just seen the woman, but now she was nowhere to be found.

The next thing Melody remembered, was waking up tied to a chair with a dull ache in her head. She blinked her eyes, trying to gather her surroundings. She'd been hit in the head, no doubt. She could faintly hear a voice from the other room.

"Yes, as soon as she finishes with him, send her here. I've captured one, and no doubt the others will follow close behind," the voice said. "If Emma is expected to be the next leader, she's going to learn to become numb to the hands of death."

Melody's vision was slightly blurred, but she could just make out Lydia approaching her. "Dean," Melody mumbled starting to piece together the situation. It wasn't the women who killed the men, it was the children.

Lydia crouched in front of her, wearing a smug grin. "How cute," she commented sarcastically. "Dean's probably dead by now." She picked up a knife from the desk just to the left of her and kneeled down in front of Melody with a smug grin. "Of course, if he's not, I'm sure he'll be here soon...then you can watch him die." Lydia dragged the knife deeply down Melody's bicep, causing a blood-curdling cry to escape her mouth. "You shouldn't have gotten involved. And now that you have? Well, we can't just have you running around here knowing what we do."