gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove

"I see someone's extremely attached to that car." Callie said as they walked out to the Impala. It didn't really surprise her, Dean had liked the car back when he wasn't quite yet the owner of it. "That's the understatement of the year." She said with a slight laugh in response to his words. "She doesn't do it in purpose, she just sometimes doesn't think before she speaks, you know?"

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Dean shook his head. "It's fine." He said. "No harm, no foul." He hadn't thought she'd meant anything by what she'd said at all. He figured she hadn't thought about what she was saying and who she was saying it to until after the words left her mouth. "Let's go see if we can find that painting and torch that sucker."

Melody nodded. She was a bit relieved that Dean knew she hadn’t meant any ill will with her words. The redhead just had diarrhea of the mouth sometimes; things just slipped out before she could even think about the effect or impact they would have. “The portrait should be in the historic part of the hotel,” she stated. “So we’ll have to sneak our way in and hope they don’t have any high tech security up.”

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“Are you really surprised,” Sam chuckled. “Baby was dad’s and we both know how Dean is about dad.” The younger Winchester had made his feelings know about his dad to Callie that summer they spent together and honestly but much had changed since then. “Dean is still dad’s good little soldier,” he mumbled. “Not even being dead could stop that.” Sam knew the hated and animosity he still had for his dad was extremely apparent as he talked to Callie and he honestly hoped the blonde let it slide. He was grateful when she changed the subject and mentioned Melody. In a lot of ways the redhead reminded him of Dean and he wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing yet. “How many hunters has she picked fights with,” Sam asked.

@ sam winchester.

Callie knew how Sam felt about his father. He and John had never seen eye to eye, that much had been apparent to her that summer, but Dean had always been loyal to their father, following his orders to a T. "I'm sure it's more than that. He probably just loves the car as his own now." She said as she got in on the passenger side. She smiled, seeing that it hadn't changed one bit since she had last been inside. Granted, last time she'd been in it she'd been in the backseat, but still. "More than I can count on both hands, honestly."

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Dean nodded. "Let's get some supplies from your room and then we'll head that way." He said. He wasn't going to mention her comment anymore than the little he already had. He knew that she hadn't meant anything by it, so there was no point in dwelling on it at all. "Sammy's going to be choosing Callie as his hunting partner over me from here on out." He said with a slight chuckle as he walked back to the elevator.

“Can you really blame him for that,” Melody laughed. “She definitely has a better pair of legs on her than you do,” she joked. She bumped Dean’s hip with hers and got onto the elevator, a cheeky grin on her lips as she did. The redhead hoped Dean appreciated the joke because she honestly knew for Callie and Sam it was definitely more emotional attachment than physical. Melody would even feel safe putting money down on them becoming a couple if they stayed around each other long enough.

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Sam shrugged his shoulders, knowing Callie was probably right. Of course Dean didn’t see the car as their father’s but as his own. It just mad the younger Winchester laugh sometimes how much he did baby the car. Sam slid the keys into the ignition, chuckling when the she confirmed what he had assumed about Melody picking fights unintentionally. “Who was the last one she picked a fight with,” he asked.

"Some overly-privelaged asshole who had it coming to him. I didn't bother getting his name." Callie said. There were some male hunters out there who thought that they could do things way better than the female hunters could, and this guy had been one of those. He had honestly totally deserved the comment her friend had made. "Mel put him in his place though. I cut in before things went too far." '

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Dean chuckled at her words. "Hey! My legs are decent enough." He said as he pressed the button for their floor. He had appreciated the comment, and he knew that she was only joking anyway. Sam and Callie's relationship had never been about the physicality of a relationship. They had always had an emotional attachment to each other, although things had clearly gotten a bit physical this morning before he and Melody interrupted them.

Melody looked at Dean’s legs, biting down on her bottom lip as she managed to stop herself from making the comment she wanted to. She liked Dean and she didn’t want to make a joke that would upset him. Of course she could also tell her had had tougher skin than most hunters she encountered who could take things a little too personally for her tastes. They were all already dealing with the dark side of life with hunting, the least they could do was take a joke every once in a while. “It’s kind of cute how both their eyes light up when they’re around each other,” she stated.

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Sam grinned, glad that Callie had found someone like Melody to keep her company. He knew firsthand hunting alone was always more dangerous than hunting with someone else and it seemed like the redhead trusted the blonde as vise versa. “I want details now,” he chuckled. “Did it turn into a fist fight?”