Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.


Chapter 1:


My name is Sidney Singer. Yes, that's right, I am Bobby Singer's daughter.

My entire life, I have always looked behind me, for fear of being dragged back to the life that I once had.

When I was a little girl, instead of playing with dolls, my father taught me the trade of Hunting.

Now, I know that you must think its crazy for a man to teach his only daughter to hunt with a gun, but that is not the type of hunting I am talking about here. I am talking about hunting vampires, werewolves, and anything else that goes bump in the night.

I was always afraid of the dark, and with good reason. Then my mom got sick and dad had to "Put her down." As he called it.

In truth, my mother had gotten possessed by a demon and my father had to kill the demon, which in turn, killed my mother, the host.

It was my Uncle Rufus who introduced my dad to the world of hunting in the supernatural world.

They hunted together for years, even after my mother was killed, until one day, a hunt went wrong.

My father never did tell me what happened, but then and there, I knew that the supernatural world was not for me, and I was going to get out of it as soon as I could.

Over the years, I studied hard, so that I could get good grades.

My theory was that if I got good grades, then I would get a scholarship to college and never have to see the world of supernatural again.

I did get that scholarship and I took it all the way to Julliard, where I graduated with a B.F.A. (Bachelor of Fine Arts) in Dance.

It was my dream to teach in a dance studio and I had put all my applications out to all the major dance studios.

I had received a letter to teach dance at a hotel which resided in Las Vegas, Nevada. I gratefully accepted due to the fact that it was the only response I had gotten.

Over the next couple of weeks, I moved from college to my new life. I got settled and started teaching dance.

It was not my dream location, but it was a job, and reality was that jobs were hard to come by and I was lucky enough to get one.

I had not spoken to my dad in all the years of college. I felt that I needed to put that life behind me.

I never wanted to be involved in the supernatural world ever again.

Of course, we never really get what we wish for. Fate always has a way of dragging us where we need to be. That is where my story begins.

I was teaching a dance class when my boss, Louis, came in. "Sidney, there is someone on the phone for you." He said.

I nodded. "Let me finish the class, can you take their number and I'll call them back?" I asked.

My boss sighed. "I'm not a receptionist, go get it yourself." He said in annoyance and walked away. My boss, Louis, was always a pain.

I turned to the class and instructed them to stretch out and that the class would be over for the day.

I walked to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?" I asked. "Sidney Singer?" asked a husky voice on the other line.

"Yes." I replied. I heard a sigh on the other end of the line. "My name is John Winchester. I was a friend of your father's." he said.

I felt the breath catch in my throat. "Was?" I asked. "I am afraid to tell you that your father has passed away." He replied.

I could feel the pain and sympathy in his voice. There was a pause and I felt as if I was frozen in time, not knowing what to do or say. "Did it hurt?" I asked.

I heard John sigh. "I don't know." He said.

I nodded into the phone as if he could see me. I felt the tears start to well up and I let them fall. When I had let all the tears fall and there were no more to cry, I remembered that I was still on the phone.

I quickly collected myself and put the phone to my ear. "I'm sorry, are you still there?" I asked.

There was an intake of breath. "Yes, I'm still here." He said. "Sorry about that." I said into the phone.

"It's quite alright." Replied John. I sighed. My father was dead, and that meant I would have to go home and tie up all the loose ends so that I could get on with my life. I sighed.

"Is Dad, I mean was dad still living in that old house?" I asked.

John chuckled. "That man could never get rid of that house, even if it burned to the ground, he would have found a way to rebuild." He said.

I nodded in understanding. My father loved that house, because it was the only thing he had to remind him of my mother and me.

"He left a will." Said John. I nodded and remembered that I was on the phone. "Ok, I'll book a flight and get there as soon as I can." I said.

John sighed. "Much appreciated." He said.

"I'll get a room ready for you. You see, your father and I and my sons all live here, or should I say lived here." He said.

I nodded. "So, you worked with my father?" I asked.

I could hear an intake of breath. "Do you know what your father did for a living?" he asked. I felt my heart start to beat faster.

I knew this was going to come up. I sighed. "Yes." I replied. I could hear the phone shuffle, and then John spoke.

"Yes, I worked with your dad." He said. I nodded again. "Ok, I'll take a flight and then get a car." I said.

"No need for the car, I'll have my son Dean pick you up in his car." He said.

"Thank you very much. Is there a number I can call to reach you at so that you know when I'm coming in?" I asked.

John gave me the number and I entered it into my cell phone.

We hung up the call and I walked to my locker in the studio.

I knew that Louis, my boss, would not let me keep my job and so I cleaned out my locker, got changed, and headed to his office.

I was right. Louis fired me on the spot for even asking for time off.

I went to my hotel room. I lived in the hotel. I was provided with room and board and a paycheck.

I opened my room and looked around. I didn't have much to pack with me.

That is one thing my father had taught me that actually stuck.

Always pack light because you never know when you need to dash out the door.

My father was right.

I packed my suitcase, and opened my laptop.

I booked the flight which was in an hour, and then packed the rest of my stuff into my one suitcase and walked out the door.