Headnote: Hey guys! I have thought about this one for a while now, and I finally decided to do it! It starts off in Season 1 on the episode, Asylum. I will pretty much follow the story and will try to do as many episodes as possible! I may switch the timeline around a bit because I want to include some of the episodes that happened before Asylum. It will have pretty much same language and content as the show. Please R&R! I do not own anything except my OC's.

Melanie's POV

I've been on this case for two days. These teens go into the Roosevelt Hospital looking for some "fun" in a haunted building, and a pair of cops goes in to investigate. They get the kids out and when one of them returns home he shoots his wife in their bed, and then turns the gun on himself. We drove to Rockford, Illinois once we got our few possessions packed. I'd uncovered information about the hospital. It was basically a hospital for mental patients, and one day they riot and kill some of the nurses, doctors, and even some fellow patients in the south wing. The police came in and got all the bodies they could find and buried them. But they couldn't find all of them; most of the bodies are supposedly hidden within the "asylum". I found out this morning that Dr. Ellicott was doing terrible experiments to the patients in the south wing that would turn them violent. After the riot had finished, the remaining patients were relocated and the hospital was shut down. Dr. Ellicott's body was among the bodies that were never discovered.

So I figured that since a bunch of violent deaths happened in the south wing, that would be the best place to look for Ellicott's body so I could salt and torch the bones. I know, not the prettiest job in the world, but it had to be done. When you've been a hunter your entire life, it sticks with you, you can never leave. No matter how hard you try, you just can't, and believe me, I've tried. I would've become one of the best dancer or gymnast, good enough to compete in the Olympics even. I know it sounds pretty stupid, it had been, according to my father, but I loved it. Still love it, even though I never get to do it anymore.

My father died five years ago in a hunting "accident". My mother ditched right after he died. And with that, leaving me to fend for Ben and myself. He was eight years old when, I myself 20. I have been on the road with Ben for five years, hunting various monsters, demons, and ghouls, from country to country.

I would return back to the motel Ben and I would be staying at, plop down on the bed as quietly as I could, trying not to wake him up. I was always silent, but he would know I was there. He would get up, get the first-aid kit we had, and start patching me up. I would refuse, tell him I was fine and to go back to bed, but he would have none of it. He would cleanse and wrap up my wounds. He was very good at healing people. I knew he always wanted to be a doctor when he grew up, just as he knew I wanted to be a dancer or gymnast. I would give him that life, I swore. He hadn't really started hunting when dad died. Sure, he knew the things that "go bump in the night" are real and that we hunt them, but he never went on a job before. He would always ask me if he could come, but I would tell him no and leave him in the motel with the door locked, TV on, and a .45 under my pillow.

Now, we are driving down the street back to our motel, I had let Ben come with me to investigate deeper into Dr. Ellicott's story at the library while we researched him on one of the computers. I'll admit that Ben is pretty good at researching. I would always allow him to research with me, but that was as close as he was ever gonna get to hunting.

"This Ellicott guy is pretty weird" Ben evaluates beside me in my jeep.

"Yeah, this whole case is weird." I respond. A pause filled the air in my black jeep.

"Do you…uh…think maybe I can come alo-"

"No." I state simply. Hoping to end the subject.

"Oh come on Melanie! I'm 13, I'm a teenager now! I know that's how old you were when you started hunting." I nearly stop the car in the middle of the busy street. Ben never questioned me when I told him to stay put when I'm working a job. He always nodded sadly and wouldn't say another word about it. I was so surprised I look at him, shock clearly written on my face.

"What? Why would you ask me that? You know I won't let you come with me. I've told you every single time no, and now you think I will just willingly let you risk your life for this case? I think not." He doesn't take his usual sadden look; instead he looks like he's mad at me. I can't recall the last time he looked at me like that. I suddenly feel guilty, remembering that I was the same way when I was his age, begging and pleading to go along on a hunt with my dad.

I look back to the road. "Why is this case different? Why do you want to go so badly?" I ask.

He thinks for a moment before answering, "Well I've helped you gather a lot of information on this case, therefore I should come."

I smirk, "Really, that's your reason why you want to come so badly? I mean, you've helped me research before without giving me any lip about going on the case."

"I know that! I just really wanted to help you out on this one." His voice trailed off toward the end. I glance at him again, seeing how he really wanted to go on a hunt. He looked completely defeated. I couldn't help but feel bad.

"Look kid…Maybe I'll take you on a…safer hunt alright?" Ben practically jumps out of his seat and repeats thank you, thank you, thank you!

"Alright, alright. But remember I said maybe. I might take you on a hunt. Okay?"

"Okay! Thanks Mellie!" I cringe at the use of my hideous nickname he uses to make fun of me.

"No problem, Benny." I laugh as I now watch him cringe at his nickname. We both hated being called those names, but we joked about them among ourselves. Our own private joke, that we shared and no one knew about it.

We pull in to the motel 15 minutes later. We grab our papers we printed at the library and bring them inside. We skim over them to refresh our minds and to see if we missed anything. Nothing new, I think. I push out of my chair and go to grab my keys. I fish them off of the table and turn around to say a farewell to Ben, give him a hug, and tell him I'll probably be home by tomorrow morning. I promise to take him to the diner we passed by on the way here. I walk out of the door while pulling my black leather jacket on over my red sleeveless shirt. I have black jeans on and boots that go over them. The usual hunter attire. I always loved my black leather jacket, my mother gave it to me a couple of months before my dad passed away, and surprisingly it still fit.

I realize I need an extra key for the room we were staying in; I forgot when we checked in two days ago. I stride over to the front office where the manager is stationed and ask him for another key. I wait for all of three minutes, and then I'm out of the building and in my jeep.

I've driven for about ten minutes when I start to get the strange feeling that something is watching me. I shrug it off, believing it's just me being paranoid and being jumpy before going into the asylum. But the feeling is still there, like it won't detach itself from me. I decide that it may be best to be a little more cautious since my gut feelings are hardly ever wrong.

I pull into the asylum after another ten minutes of driving and step out of the vehicle. I walk around to the back of my black jeep, open the trunk and pull out the hidden cover that keeps my weapons from view. It was an old trick that my hunting "instructor" taught me. He was close friends with my parents apparently, and when he found out what happened he took me and Ben under his wing and taught me more in depth of the life of hunting.

He never brought Ben to training or hunting if I didn't want him to, or if he had a soccer game or birthday party he wanted to go to. I greatly appreciated that, considering I wanted him to lead a normal life out of the "hunting profession". He told me he did it because he had made the mistake before of forcing someone on hunting, and wouldn't do it again. I made the educated guess that he was talking about his two sons. I found out about them by looking through his wallet one day when I was bored, and out came the picture of a younger version of him with two little boys. One was older and looked kind of dorky, while the other one was cute, adorable even. I stared at the photo for a while, taking in the information it was giving me. John was smiling, actually smiling. A big toothy grin that spread across his whole face. The more I stared at it, the more I smiled. I could basically feel the happiness and love that was radiating from the picture. I could tell he loved them very much, they were family.

I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. I gasped aloud and spin around to see John staring at the photo intently, reminiscing about that day, a ghost of a smile still ever present on his face. He doesn't look at me, just stares at the photo for a while.

"Well I guess it is about time that I tell you about them." He says in a gruff, but gentle voice. I nod slowly, telling him to go on. I've never heard anything about his family before. I just realized that I was curious about his life, besides Ben and I.

He explained that he has two sons, around my age and used to have a wife but she died in a house fire. I knew that wasn't entirely true but I knew that that was as much as I was going to get out of him today. I was very happy that John told me about his family. I feel closer to him somehow, it might just be that I don't feel so 'in the dark' now that I know more about his personal life. I feel like I can trust him more, to know that he trusts me enough to know about his children.

"What are their names?" I ask, daring to get more out of him.

"Sam, he's the youngest, kinda reminds me of Ben. He does more research and reading." He seemed disappointed in a way, when he said that. "Yeah, he's not too eager about the 'family business'." There was a pause as John looked back in his memories.

"And your other son?" I ask cautiously.

He glances at me sideways, a smile creeping up his lips. "Dean. I guess you could say he's like a… boy version of you. Except he is a little more… outgoing." I laugh at his word choice and immediately understand. I never gained any friends when I attended school, or went to parties, or had many boyfriends. I cringe at that word, I don't know why but I just didn't like it. I kept to myself and Ben primarily.

I shake myself out of the memory, focusing on the task at hand. I grab my shotgun and set it down, leaning on the car. I take some more salt rounds and stuff them in my pockets, if I run out, another lesson from John. I grab one of my many tiny silver knives and stick it in the holster of my right boot. I probably wouldn't need it but I always took one on any hunt. I also grabbed one of my bigger knives and slide into the waistband of my jeans. I close the compartments lid and shut the trunks door, with a clunk!