Wayward •𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕•

fifteen

Almost a year had passed since the incident at SucroCorp. The first three months were the hardest all around. Melody went days without eating. Sam hardly spoke. Both of them drank...heavily.

After six months, Sam started to feel like a normal human again. He'd stopped hunting entirely, meaning he dropped all the burner phones and he and Blair got a house. A real house. Melody, on the other hand, took all of her anger and hurt out on any monster that crossed her path in an attempt to find Crowley on her own.

After nine months, Melody, too, had begun to lose hope that she'd ever see Dean again. She'd gotten a job at a salon doing hair, while still hunting part time. She'd met someone, but there was no denying the empty feeing that was stabbing her at every turn.

At twelve months, Melody had accepted defeat. She'd stopped hunting, just as Sam had. The only phone she had was her main phone, that nobody knew the number to besides a couple of co-workers, Blair and Sam...and Dean, of course.

Melody and Blair were on their typical Thursday afternoon lunch date. They weren't together everyday anymore, but they were determined to see each other at least once a week.

Blair was working at the hospital in town, and Sam was working in construction for the time being. He's talked a few times about finishing law school, but it wasn't exactly in the cards for them yet.

"Ya know, I never thought to ask," Blair started, stabbing her fork through a piece of lettuce. "What ever happened to Clark? He seemed like he was really interested in you there for awhile."

Melody shrugged, taking a bite of her burger. "After Florida, he'd called a couple of times," she admitted. "But things seemed to be going a different direction with...with Dean."

Blair pursed her lips. "I'm sorry, I don't even know why I asked."

The brunette waved her friend's concern off. "B, I'm fine, really," she said. "I feel like I'm finally at a place where I can talk about him without feeling like my heart is going to fall out of my chest."

"That's good," Blair smiled. "I'm glad."

Melody's phone buzzed a single time on the table. Neither of them thought much of it, since they'd been out of the life. The most action either of their phones ever got was in regards to their jobs. Her heart sank, though, when she read the text from an unknown number.

Bobby's cabin. Come alone.

D.

It had to be a prank text. Even though it didn't logically make sense, because who the hell would know about Bobby's cabin and label their text 'D'.

Undoubtedly, it had to be a setup, but perhaps if it were, she could get some answers.

"Who was it?" Blair asked, dragging Melody's attention back to her.

Melody shook her head. "Nobody," she lied. "Wrong number." She looked at the food in front of her. There was half of her burger left, but she had absolutely no appetite let. "I'm actually really tired. I think I'm going to call it a day."

Blair raised an eyebrow, looking down at her friends phone once again. "Okay..." she didn't press her further. "Well, thanks for lunch."

Melody didn't respond as she dropped a twenty on the table and darted outside to her car. Everything in her gut was screaming that this was a terrible idea, but she had to put this joke to rest. If nothing else, this would be the closure she'd needed , for sure. She could remember her last day at the cabin, as though it were yesterday.

Melody was numb. Blank, really. Sam had driven them back to the cabin to get their belongings and get the hell out of dodge. Though, the night went a little differently. Instead of leaving as soon as possible, Melody curled up in the bed they'd been entangled in just hours before. The same bed that Dean told her he loved her.