Melody was an orphan. She didn't remember much of her parents; they'd been taken from her when she was very little. Her mother was American, but had gone to Ireland on vacation, and fell madly in love. It was a vacation she never came home from. She sent word to her roomates back in Kansas, had her belongings shipped to her, and married the man she fell in love with. A year later Melody was born. Those who knew her mother would tell her that she looked just like her. The one difference was that she had red hair, much like her father, and not blonde like her mother. Other than that, she'd always been told that she was the spitting image of her mother.

Melody was three when her parents brought her to her mother's hometown to visit with family. Her grandmother had a moderate home in Lawrence Kansas, right next door to a family with a little boy about her age. The trip had been planned for a three week stay… but fate it seemed, decided Melody was not to return back home to her small house in northern Ireland. Catherine had asked her best friend Mary to watch Melody while she attended an awards banquet honoring her parents for their community work. Given that she lived right next door to them, she agreed happily.

It was the last time that Melody would see her family. The driver of the semi dozed off behind the wheel, crossed three lanes and hit the car Melody's family was in. everyone died on impact. Mary informed the police at her door that the girl's grandmother had a sister, who had been traveling and would return home in a matter of weeks. Given the situation, Mary agreed to foster the girl until her last relative could return home. Melody lived a quiet life for the next two years. Her great aunt was kind to her, but had no idea how to raise a child. Melody spent a good share of time under the care of Mary and John Winchester. She was happy there, and had their son Dean to play with. For two years, life seemed good. It was just after her fifth birthday that Mary gave birth to her second child. A few short months later, a fire broke out in the house next door. Mary was the only one that didn't make it out.

Melody spent less time next door, and more time moping about her house. A month after the fire, John took his boys and left. All melody had left of her best friend was a phone number and address that she could leave messages for Dean at. One of John's closest friends, a man named Bobby. Melody called and wrote a letter every day, hoping that eventually she'd get to talk to, or even see Dean again. She missed her friend. After two months of the daily calls, the conversations started to last longer and longer. After a while, she'd started calling him Uncle Bobby. Occasionally he'd have updates on where the boys were, send a random photo of them, deliver short messages that Dean had left for her. They talked every day, for a year. Then one day, her great aunt passed away. Natural causes is what she was told. Melody was lost. She had no one now, and didn't know what was to happen to her. That was when she got some of the best news of her young life. Her great aunt had named Bobby her guardian years ago, when she'd found out she was dying.

It was difficult for Melody to leave her childhood home, but she did. She'd never actually met her Uncle Bobby, but he'd been a part of her life for a year, so when she finally saw him, there was no awkward greeting… it was just a child happy to see the one person she still had in her life. She never really knew how difficult it was for him to suddenly have a six year old to care for, because he never wanted her to feel that she wasn't welcome.

The years passed quietly, with Melody attending school, and Bobby learning to be a father and trying to keep the life of a hunter a secret. He would pass messages between the children, keeping Dean and Melody in contact through letters, pictures, and phone calls. She got to see them once in ten years. They were still kids, but John had needed Bobby's help, and Dean wouldn't shut up about seeing her again. That was the best week of Melody's life.

After that, Bobby kept Melody in school, and taught her valuable life skills… like, how to cook a few choice meals, how to repair things around the house, and mostly, how to fix cars. She could break down and rebuild any type of car by the time she hit high school. Eventually Melody went from calling him Uncle Bobby, to Dad. It was just easier, and after the first few years, it just felt normal. Then on Melody's 16th birthday, she started researching myths and legends for school, and slowly little by little, she started to piece things together. The library Bobby kept was like a goldmine for her research project, and she began to wonder. She stumbled upon a series of journals, and the first one shattered her world. Bobby had been gone for a week, she had been told on business… but after spending two days reading, she knew the truth. All her assumptions about the reality of things that go bump in the night, came to light.

Bobby returned home to find that she had uncovered everything. Every last detail of the life he hid was now out in the open. That was an interesting 24 hours. She seemed to accept it with ease and only had questions for him, what seemed like endless questions. She begged him to take her with, to teach her. And every single time he denied the request. Melody understood his reasoning, but at the same time, she was frustrated. Everyone she knew was a part of this world, and she was being shut out of it. Finally one day Bobby agreed, but with a condition. She had to finish school. Upon graduating high school, he would start to teach her, but until then, she was only able to research. Melody worked hard, and with permission from the school, she managed to graduate a year early.

Slowly Bobby introduced her to the life. Took her on nice quiet missions, easy kills, local hunts. Then he discovered that she was good at it. Almost scary good. She learned fast, remembered well, and was quick on her feet. The thing that broke Bobby's heart was when she started venturing out on her own. She'd be gone for weeks, the boys would ask about her but she'd stay out of communication when she'd hunt. She said it was better that way. Easier for her to concentrate. Then one day she went missing for two months. Bobby tracked her down to a hospital a few states over listed as a jane doe. That was the last time he let her go off alone without a connection to home. Turned out she had hooked up with a guy, and when she told him she was leaving, he didn't take too well to that. She put up a good fight, but in the end, he'd bested her. Bobby returned the favor to the asshole, dropping him off at the hospital when he came to pick Melody up. He never told either of the boys about that, he knew Melody wouldn't want that sting to her pride.

She hadn't spoken to the Winchester boys in years. Her phone was constantly ringing with their numbers, and her voicemail always full. She just… didn't have the heart any more. She missed them too much and was tired of being told that time wasn't in their favor. So one day she finally went through the voicemails, and got one that damn near stopped her heart. They were coming to see her. Tomorrow. She nearly dropped her phone and went into a panic. It took Bobby nearly two hours to calm her down, and even after that, he had to pour half a bottle of vodka down her throat to get her to sleep.

Melody woke up to Bobby's hangover cure, a bottle of aspirin, and greasy eggs and bacon. Sighing she slowly ate and then stumbled down the hall for a hot shower. After two hours she felt normal again, and the excitement hit home. She cleaned up, made sure the guestrooms were clean, and even spruced herself up a bit. The whole time listening to Bobby chuckle each time he walked past her. Finally she looked at the clock and realized she had a good hour before they said they'd arrive. She sat down in the oversized chair under her window and waited.

Bobby stood in the doorway a full five minutes, going completely unnoticed.

"Should be here soon" his gruff voice broke the silence making her jump.

Melody turned her attention towards the doorway and tossed a small pillow at him. "You scared the life out of me dad!" She said and watched as he dodged the pillow with a smile.

"They'll be here soon, so you really don't have to stare out the window." He said poking fun at her.

"I'm not staring…" she muttered as she looked down at her hands.

"What are you doing then?" He asked with a smile as she looked at him again.

"I'm just- okay! So I'm staring! I'm just anxious for them to-" she started but the rumble of an engine pulling up the drive made her stop and turn back towards the window. It'd been years since she'd seen either one of the boys, but she planned to attack them with hugs regardless. She leapt out of the chair and bounded past Bobby, who'd had the good sense to move out of her way. She flew down the stairs and threw open the front door, running out to meet the boys as they parked the car.