Wayward •𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕•

six

After the Amazon cult-ish situation, everyone needed a break. Since there was still nothing to be done about Dick Roman, they figured they could take a weekend trip down to Florida. Sam and Dean had never been, while Melody and Blair would come down here at least once a month in the entire time they'd been friends.

"Once a month?" Sam gaped. "And just...sit? On the beach?"

Melody laughed at his surprised expression. "Well, yeah," she nodded. "How else do you blow of steam?"

"Kill things?" Dean shrugged from the driver's seat. Blair was up front with him. Occasionally, she would switch with Sam, who was in the back seat, or Sam would drive and Dean would be in the passenger seat. Melody hadn't been in the right mood with Dean since he basically told her that he'd intentionally avoided her after that kiss.

It was childish, maybe, to react the way she did. It was sixteen years ago for crying out loud. But there was something in the way that he said the words. The venom in his tone, or maybe just the fact that it didn't seem to bother him at all. It wasn't like she came into this hunting group in hopes of any kind of romantic reunion with Dean. She couldn't have cared less. Maybe, along the way, she'd considered it a possibility. The way they'd steal each other's food and flirt aimlessly, maybe it started to mean something to her.

Melody was painting her toes in the backseat, praising God for giving her steady hands. "Hey, don't get none of that crap on my seat." To which, of course, she ignored. It frustrated the hell out of Dean that she wouldn't talk to him, but it wasn't the time to address it. Not with the other two in the car.

They splurged—only slightly—on a three and a half star hotel for their stay. The unfortunate part came when the man behind the counter spoke. "We only have rooms with a single double bed, left, I hope that's okay. Fourth of July weekend is usually fully booked."

His grin was enough to tell Melody he didn't actually care if it was okay. It made her want to jump over the counter and rip his hair out.

"It'll be perfect," Blair nodded, sensing her friend's hostility. "Two of those, please."

As they started for the elevator, Melody pulled Dean back to her pace. "We're not ruining this trip for them," she grumbled, not looking up at him. "B has been itching to get her toes in the sand, and probably do unmentionables with Sam." They both shuddered at the thought. "We'll swap nights in the bed, or something."

"Mel, can we talk about this?"

Sam and Blair were walking close enough that their hands were constantly brushing. How'd they do it so easily? "Hey, B, where's mine and Dean's room key?" Melody called forward. The two in front of them stopped in their track. They'd very obviously been anticipating swapping sleeping arrangements.

Blair handed Dean their room key. Both rooms were on the same floor, connected by either a locked or unlocked door between them. "Mel, I don't mind switching," Blair told her, while the guys wandered around the room. Dean immediately went for the stocked mini fridge, commenting on how cute the little whiskeys were. "I can share a bed with Dean and you with Sam." The guys can't sleep in the same bed, as they've discovered. Despite their complaints the very first night they'd traveled, the girls were determined to shove them in a bed together. Nobody slept well, because Sam and Dean fought over pillows and blankets, and elbows hit eyes...it was truly a fiasco.

Melody shook her head, waving her friend off. "Dean and I will be fine," she said. She raised her voice when she spoke again. "Besides, the thought of sharing a bed with Sam makes me want to puke."

"Ha," Sam said dryly. Melody gave him an amused grin and winked.

"You know I love you," she shrugged cheekily.