Disclaimer: Not mine and they never will be… only characters you've never seen before belong to me.

Summary: I was turning 18, no big deal right? Well if I knew what was gonna happen before, I might've had a slight heart attack. It was bad enough that my grandpa died and that mom left me a note saying that she left for good… but my dad coming back from the dead. Now that's just unreal.

Misrepresented Truths

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off… playing a specific Hedley song, which one I had no idea but I got up anyway. After my shower I chose to dress myself in a pair of dark wash jeans and a black long sleeved sweater. It was early October, and just getting cold while the seasons changed, no one had predicted that it would be raining for the past few weeks, so that just gave me incentive to dress in warm clothes that were also very comfortable. My mother had gone to kill a spirit in Vegas so I was all alone, well not technically… I did have my dog. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, only to see bacon and eggs on the counter waiting for me. Mom had apparently gotten home late last night… or left again early this morning; I sat down to eat before being distracted by a picture on the wall. My dad… the famous Dean Winchester, I cringed at the memory of my mother telling me that he was never coming back… that he died protecting someone from something. The memory was fuzzy but I remember crying for hours… I was only five, that kind of news would damage anyone at that age.

I grabbed my schoolbag, forgetting about my breakfast on the table and headed out the door and to the bus stop. Running into my best friends, Carmen and Nick I was pulled out of my thoughts as they both kept fighting over who was better, Spiderman or Superman. "Guys it's not that important," I say as I take a seat on the bus.

"You're right… so Maddie, how do you feel getting this close to your birthday?" Carmen asks, giving Nick a long hard stare, it's not that hard to tell I mean she does have to stare through me to get to Nikolas… since he's sitting by the window.

I am seventeen, turning eighteen in two days and I can't really see the importance. Not like I have any other privileges, I mean I already have a fake id so I can get into bars and stuff. It's not like I'm gonna feel any different; it's only a birthday… nothing to go crazy over. I've always hated birthdays and the reason is quite simple actually… my dad died on my birthday. "Not that different actually," I replied. The only thing I really look forward to is that Grandpa always comes to visit, with a present and he trains me some more. I've never seen Uncle Sam… I think he went back to college after dad died and now he probably is a kick-ass lawyer.

The bus stopped in front of school and I quickly made a beeline for the door before Carmen had anything else to say… but if you ask me it was useless, she caught up with me anyway and so did Nick. "Your kidding right, I mean you're turning eighteen, tell me you aren't excited about that," Nick exclaimed as we stopped at his locker, me and Nick shared lockers and we had the same class first period math. I never really liked school, but yet my mom registered me so I could at least get good enough grades to graduate.

"Simple, I'm not," I repeat the thought in my head and I instantly believe it. I wonder if dad looks down on me… I wonder if he's proud.

"C'mon Maddie, you've never liked your birthday… and I really think it's time…" Carmen cut herself off, staring straight ahead.

"Carmen, what…" Nick turned too looked around but found exactly what she was looking at and shut himself up as well.

I turned to see what they were staring at, and it brought a smile to my face. In front of me was non other that Brock Peterson, he had his arm in a sling and a bandage over his nose… all courtesy of me. What? He pushed me over the edge, talking about my dad and how he purposefully got into that dying situation to get away from me. What can I say…? I have anger issues, along with abandonment issues. Above all it's just an issue fest. "Oh look guys, it's the future criminal," he smirks but I just clench my fists, it's so hard to prevent myself from giving him another black eye.

"What no sassy comeback?" he asks, as if urging me to do something in front of my counselor.

I look around waiting for my counselor, who has basically been my anger management coach, to leave and as she finally does I turn to face Brock, my eyes probably burning with hatred and fire by now. I smiled devilishly and got him to step closer to me, closer… and even closer before I made my move. When he was close enough, I brought my hand up and rested it on his arm… before my nails started digging in to his skin. I brought my knee up and kicked him in the groin before I let my grip loosen and I slowly walked away from him, Carmen and Nick both smiling as I walked confidently to class.

When the lunch bell rang, I met Nick and Carmen in the cafeteria… they looked at me like I was an alien from outer space. It was confusing but I kinda got an idea why, rumors about me and my family have been going since the first day I came to this school, I started ignoring them when I was in grade 10 but apparently they had heard a new one.

"What's the rumor this time guys?" I asked, not like there was any truth to any of them, it was a miracle that I had kept up the strong attitude this long; but I never really cared, I don't listen to other people's opinions of me I just have fun and damn anyone who is in my way.

"Nothing" they said in unison, now that is my first clue that something has gotten to them, no problem Carmen will tell me, she has problems keeping things from me.

"Yeah right, what's up Carm," I ask, she shifts uncomfortably in her seat and I instantly know that something is wrong, Carmen never gets uncomfortable… absolutely never, okay I'm gonna figure this out.

"It's nothing" she comments, I give her an accusing glare and don't move my gaze until she spills the truth, I'm not that breakable, if people will just stop thinking it then I swear to god I'll be happy.

"Look, Maddie you don't wanna know" says Nick, reverting his gaze to the ground and starting to examine his shoes.

"You never know, so spill" I order turning my hard gaze on both of them; the one that says that they can't win in an argument against me… that always works.

"Well it's just that… Lindsey Mackie says she watched as your mom leaving your house with a bunch of bags in her hands," cried Carmen, well at least I got her to crack, the news wasn't really new to me… it basically just meant that mom had gone on a new hunt.

"So it just means that mom just went on another trip for work," I lie, it's not like I believed a word out of Lindsey Mackie's mouth… maybe when hell froze over, or pigs got wings; that would just never happen.

"But…" Carmen tried to reason but instead of getting that far I cut her off. It's not like that lie was true or anything, Lindsey was either high or said it just to piss me off.

"Carmen listen, Lindsey is just trying to get back at me for hurting her boyfriend… I mean I have put Brock in the hospital several times this year; my mom is just working a job" Carmen finally nodded and calmed down a bit while Nick let out this long, hard sigh that I could just tell he had been holding until my reaction.

No problem, I have a free period after gym so I go check it out. Mom wouldn't leave me, and it's not like I'm going to cry to my best friends about the fact that I barely ever see my mother anymore. Ever since I turned ten Mom started to use her extra time for hunts, she works for some newspaper and can usually do that on the road. I've learnt to live on my own when I was 10; it's not gonna be that bad. If I dealt with it then I can deal with it now… if you really think about it I never really believed that promise she made… telling me that she would be around for my next birthday. Mom always broke them anyway… it's not like this was gonna be like any other birthday I've ever had. Grandpa is gonna come over here and train me some more and I'll get another supernatural present… he even said I could actually go on my first hunt with him. It's not like I haven't been on a hunt before, mom took me on one when I was 11, but now it's with grandpa, the general my mom called him.

So when the bell rang, indicating third period I walked toward the change room with Carmen, thinking that this birthday would be like all the others. This birthday was going to be another let down… again.