Wayward •𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕•

eight

Dean could hear his heart thudding in his chest while his mind was whirling in an attempt to find the right words to say. "Mel, there was never a day that went by that I didn't want to call you," he was towering over her slightly, now, looking down into her bright blue eyes that were filled with hurt and confusion. "I thought about you every single day since you kissed me in that field behind Bobby's house."

Melody's heart sank. He did remember.

"Every time I went to pick up the phone, my dad had something to say," he explained, running a hand through his hair. "Everyday on repeat, 'outside relationships end one of two ways. They die, or you do.' I was so scared something would happen to you. When he died, the first thing I thought was 'maybe I can finally be with Melody'. But there was still something there, yelling that everyone I get close to, ends up dead." His words were frantic, causing his to stammer every now and again. "You know that Bobby never wanted this kind of life for you, and this is the only life I'm able to live."

Physically, Melody appeared calm. But emotionally? She was a mess. "I waited by the phone," she murmured, her voice was quaking as she fought to maintain her cool. "All those things you said. Everything you promised. For the first time I could see a future that didn't include monsters. But you lied," her voice raised with each word, seeping through her clenched teeth. She shoved him back slightly, releasing any and every frustration she'd had over the last years. "Everything was a lie." She shoved him again. "I needed you, Dean, and you weren't there for me."

On the third shove, he grabbed her arms and pulled her to his chest. "Mel, I'm so sorry," he whispered into her hair. His eyes were burning with the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes. "I had every intention-,"

"Intentions mean next to nothing, Dean," she pulled away from him, wiping the few tears that had managed to stray. Her nose was tinted a light shade of pink, intensifying whatever shred of innocence the girl had left. "As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words."

"Melody, please," he took a step closer to her. His voice was cracking as he tried to get her to understand that it was equally as hard for him to never look back.

There was a knock on the door, saving Melody from completely giving in to Dean's words. In her heart, she felt as though he was only trying to make himself feel less guilty. It was just empty excuses. "I'll get it," she murmured, moving past Dean.

Dean was beside himself. He put himself in the situation, sure. He had ample opportunity to pick up the phone an call her, but that voice in his head warded him off time after time.

Melody pulled the food covered cart into the room, suddenly lacking an appetite.

"Would it have made this all better if I lied and said I didn't call you because you never crossed my mind?" Dean started again.

"Probably." Her shoulder rose and fell in a shrug. "Look, it's done, it's over. We both had more important things going on in our lives than teenage drama. You and Sam were saving the world and I was styling hair and killing demons. Just forget I said anything. Whiskey makes me sentimental." She shook the empty shot bottle for reference. The last thing she wanted was to was continue on this conversation. She came to Florida for a break from work, and this conversation was beginning to feel more like work than hunting ever had.

Dean nodded, slowly. He knew better than to push the topic too far. That little vein was popped out in the middle of her forehead, just like it used to when Dean would tease Sam just a bit too far, or when he took the last piece of bacon. It was a look telling him to back off before he got his ass handed to him.

He walked over to the array of food, and grabbed a single burger. He skipped lunch, and boy it was coming back with a vengeance.

The air was stale, and still filled with tension. Both of them wanted to fill the silence with something, but at this point they were afraid to say the wrong thing.