Dean woke up the next morning to the lazy light of mid September. Outside his window, he could see the very tops of the trees starting to turn a vibrant shade of gold. Dean threw off his blanket and, noticing that Sam and Melody were wrapped around each other like two conjoined octopi, stood in front of the window to enjoy the calmness of the junction of summer and fall. No chick flick moments, at least not while anyone's watching. After about five minutes of watching squirrels bury acorns in the small patches of dirt in between cars, he walked almost soundlessly down the stairs.
He was surprised to find the kitchen empty. Usually Bobby was up making breakfast around this time, but instead he was greeted by a note.
Gone to town, be back before noon. Dean's in charge of breakfast.
"Thanks Bobby," Dean muttered as he sulked off to the kitchen, "really feelin' the love." He searched the refrigerator for some food and found a bit of what seemed like everything. He pulled out some lunch meat, eggs, and cheese slices and pulled out a small frying pan. "This'll work," he shrugged.
He threw some oil in the pan and turned on the burner, waiting impatiently for the fire to light. He jumped back when the flame exploded and touched a small part of his hand. Mumbling to himself about old houses and gas burners, he cracked a few eggs into the pan and began tearing the lunch meat and cheese into small strips. Midway through making breakfast, it occurred to him that he probably should go wake up Sam and Melody. Dean flipped the burner to low and darted up the steps to the bedroom. He was surprised to find the door closed, but he figured he might have closed it and pushed it open anyways.
"I just want t- oh, hi Dean." Melody, from the appearance of everything, had been in a somewhat serious conversation with Sam. Dean looked at her funny for a split-second, but then remembered the eggs and dropped his concern.
"I'm making eggs for breakfast, Bobby's out," he said quickly, determined to get back to his cooking before it burned. Melody and Sam nodded and he hurried back down the stairs. Thankfully, the eggs weren't burned to the point of no return.
What was Melody talking about? What was so important that I shouldn't know? Um, a lot of things Dean. You're not her shrink or anything. Yeah, I got that, he thought as he threw the shredded meat and cheese into the eggs. He stirred with a mild fever, his thoughts getting the better of him. You would think--yes, you would think that you're entitled Dean, but you're not so suck it up and move on. He grumbled silently to himself, carrying on a two-sided conversation with himself as he finished breakfast. Dean didn't even notice the slightly amused faces of Sam and Melody until he turned around to set the frying pan on the table. He sighed and just let it go. There could be worse things to walk in on, after all.
Breakfast was a mostly silent affair, Dean striking up a conversation here and there and Melody and Sam complimenting him on his culinary skill. He smiled a little as he stabbed the eggs, yeah, I am pretty great. After they had eaten, Dean dismissed the other two from the kitchen while he went to clean up. As they were walking away, Dean noticed a dark stain on the back of Melody's gray nightshirt. Please don't let that be what I think it is, he mentally groaned as he did a double take. Sure enough, the stain was still there and it looked the slightest bit red. Thank God I payed attention in health class. "Hey, Melody, can you come here?"
Melody and Sam both turned around and walked down the stairs, much to Dean's displeasure. Regardless, he carried on as he would, figuring that if Sam got uncomfortable, he'd do something about it.
"What? Do you need help cleaning up?" she asked, grabbing a plate from the table and heading to the sink.
"No, uh, just set the plate down," he said as far from awkward as he could. She put the plate in the sink anyway before walking over to Dean. "You do know you have blood on your shirt, right."
"Yeah, so? It happens every once in awhile. I think it might be a reaction to not eating, but I'm not sure." How is she so nonchalant about this?
"Okay, well, this is supposed to happen every month and it's actually a natural thing. Do you get cramps at all, or, or mood swings?" Both Sam and Melody nodded. This just kept getting better and better.
"Alright, well, I'll spare you the gory details and conversation for another time. I'm going to call Bobby and have him get some stuff for you. Sam, I don't know what'll help for the cramps--"
"They're not that bad, just uncomfortable at worst. The mood swings are a problem though."
"Okay, I'll have Bobby get some B12 then. Ellen used it whenever Jo or I would get short with her. I think she used it on Bobby a few times too, come to think of it." Sam's face lit up at the mention of Ellen and Jo and Melody cracked a small smile.
"They're still around then?"
"Yeah, I talk to Bobby about that too," he turned to address Melody separatly. "Can you go and check your bed for bloodstains? Oh, and you might want to put on some sweatpants or something. Change your shirt as well and put it in the tub, I'm sure the stain'll come out." Melody nodded without missing a beat and casually walked back up the stairs as if nothing had happened. Dean turned to Sam now, who was just about to follow her when he began to speak. "How are you so calm about this?"
"We shared a cell for seven years Dean. I can probably count on one hand the number of things we don't know about each other." Dean was trying very hard not to think of the things that list could include. "That and the fact we have a sort of bond, yeah, there are practically no secrets between us."
"Alright, um, I have to go call Bobby," Dean said as his way of distracting himself from similar thoughts. Sam nodded and gave Dean a quick hug before he left to shadow Melody again. Dean sighed and picked up the phone, dialling Bobby's number. He had insisted on getting a cell phone once Dean and Melody had started staying with him, and Dean wasn't complaining now at all.
"Hey Bobby," said Dean as soon as he picked up.
"What do you want? Make it quick too, I only have so many minutes."
"Melody needs girl stuff, cramp medication, and that B12 stuff that Ellen has," Dean said rapidly, "that fast enough for you?"
"Very funny, I got the girl stuff, meds, and B12, that all?"
"Um, could you get some more, ya' know what, nevermind. I'll just take her and Sam shopping this week. Could you get some pie though?"
"Idjit," Bobby muttered before hanging up the phone. Well, that went well. Yeah, really well Dean. Now you have to go shopping.
There's been way too much crying going on, so here's a little awkward!Dean. I also noticed that while there was a bit on Melody's recovery, nothing was written about Sam's. Instead of a new chapter next week, there will be an update regarding Sam and his first week back. I'm thinking of placing it in chronological order rather than having, essentially, a giant flashback chapter. Hope you enjoy-Stella
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FanfictionSam Winchester went missing and was presumed dead by his family. Seven years later, Dean comes across a girl by the name of Melody who claims to have a lead on Sam, but what started out as a simple rescue mission may unfold to be so much more....
