New Year's Eve is one of my favorite times of the year. It's when I can just throw away all of the weight I've been carrying the previous year and begin with a fresh, new start. This year I have three parts to my resolution: First I'm going to try to get a better job. You would think that being a barmaid would be a pretty easy job, but no, it really isn't. You usually have men looking to swoon you on one end of the bar and then others looking for fight with people on the other, which means I'm constantly putting people in a bad mood with the use of rejection. Have you ever had a big creepy hairy guy hitting on you while you tried to breakup a bar fight between two bikers? It's even harder than it sounds. Anyways, back to my New Years Resolution.

Okay, second, I'm going to try to be a better mother. I have a nine year old son who turns ten on June 20. His name is John Christopher Walker - taking my last name of course, since I'm the only one raising him - and he is the most important thing in my life. He comes first before anything; my work, my personal life, and even myself. I love him too much to let anything happen to him. He reminds me so much of his father... Sorry, I keep getting off track, but this leads to part three of my resolution, which is to try and finally move on.

I used to be deeply in love. In fact, I still am. I'm a single mother right now, but I used to have a loving boyfriend and we were almost inseparable, until things became too dangerous. His name was Dean, Dean Winchester, and he was the most amazing man in the world. We were very in love and never left each others side. We did everything together, even hunting, but that was until his father went missing. Once that happened, Dean had to go off and find him with his brother Sam (whom of which I never got the chance to meet) and he wouldn't allow me to come. He said that he didn't want to lose me, like how he lost his mother or how Sam had recently lost his girlfriend, also saying that it was "Too risky" and "You could get hurt!" so that was that, and I had to stay behind. It ended up being that I was pregnant with John - who I named after Deans father, of course - and had to care for him myself. Dean doesn't even know that he has a child because I didn't know that I was pregnant until after he left. I waited for Dean though. I waited back there in our apartment for three whole years, and when he didn't show up on our fifth anniversary I packed up everything, took John and left. I couldn't deal with the emotions anymore. Our apartment was just the way it had been before Dean left, and even just seeing little John - the spitting image of his father - running around the apartment became too much for me to bear. I had to move, so we traveled to Colorado, settled down in the small town of Hotchkiss, and we've been here ever since. I now only hunt whatever comes through our town that may be a threat to anyone, especially my son.

I looked over at John, who was sitting next to me on the couch, watching with wide-eyes as the ball in Times Square began to drop, his face filled with excitement.

"Mom, it time to count down!" he yelled excitedly and I laughed with joy.

"Okay hun. Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven..." I counted down with him, glancing between the ball and him every couple of seconds. "seven, six, five..." we chanted, and John stood up, slightly leaning forward as he prepared to jump "three, two, one, Happy New Year!" we yelled, John jumping as high as he could while blowing on the whistle from the New Years Party Pack I had bought. I laughed as he landed, then bent down and gently grabbed his face, pulling him towards me and placing a giant sloppy wet kiss on his cheek. I pulled back and watched as his face scrunched up and he brought his sleeve up to wipe the spit off of his cheek.

"Mom! Ew!" He exclaimed, holding back a smile as I laughed.

"What? Everyone's supposed to have a New Years kiss! Where's yours?" I asked with a smirk and put my arms on my hips. I know how much he loves to follow traditions. He huffed and looked around as if he expected to find someone, anyone else around, though he knew that we were the only two in the house. He turned back around and looked up at me with defeat. He then reached out and grabbed my arms, pulling me down and placing a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you." I said, and he smiled. "Okay, so do you want some apple cider?" I asked and Johns eyes lit up.

"Yes please!" he exclaimed, then followed behind me as I walked to our kitchen. I got out the apple cider and two tall glasses, then filled them both to the rim. I carefully handed him his glass and began to sip on mine, watching him as he gulped his cider down. Doing that he reminded me so much of Dean, when we would come home from a hunt and he would go straight to the fridge and bring back two bears, cracking his open and chugging it down...

"Mom?" I heard John say, snapping me back into reality. I looked down at him.

"Yes sweetie?" I asked, and he held out his glass.

"Can I have some more cider, please?" he asked, giving me the puppy dog eyes that I couldn't say no to. I gave him a warm smile.

"Of course." I said, taking his glass and refilling it. I glanced at the clock on the microwave, which read 12:15 am. "This is your last glass though, 'kay bud? It's midnight and I don't want to ruin your school schedule." I reasoned. John looked a little irritated but nodded, muttering and "Okay" before taking his glass and chugging that one too.

"Not so fast, bud, you don't want to get a stomachache. You remember what happened last time?" I said, and he immediately pulled his glass back and began to sip on it, not wanting a repeat of the horrible stomach ache he had acquired after stuffing down too much junk food a couple of weeks ago.

After John finished his drink I sent him off to get ready for bed as I cleaned up our small mess. Once I was finished I went into his room to find that he was just beginning to doze off.

"Hey bud, goodnight. See you in the morning, okay?" I said, sitting down next to him on his bed.

"Okay." he replied sleepily. I stood up and leant down to give him a small kiss on his forehead. I then walked to his door and stood in the door frame, turning halfway around to look at him.

"Happy New Year. I love you."

"Love you too, mom." he said, and with that I stepped out of his room and pulled back his door, leaving it open just a bit so that the hallway light would shine through. John is scared to sleep in the dark where the monsters can get him, but I would never let that happen. I'm a hunter and I will not let any evil creature of the supernatural ever get near my son.