This is my first shot at writing a Supernatural fic so please be nice to me! Any feedback would be much appreciated! I'm so nervous about this...I just hope everyone likes it and will keep reading!

This first chapter is just a little background info on Melanie. I kinda wrote it out so that it sounds like she's writing in a journal. The next chapters will actually get into the storyline a bit more.

I guess that's enough chit chat for now...let's get this party started!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Supernatural or John and Dean Winchester. (that would be freaking awesome if I did own Dean though!) I do however, own Melanie.

I'm not the type of person or hunter to ask for help on anything. I'd rather bury my head in some books and solve the problem myself rather than rely on anyone to help. Some say that I have trust issues and don't like people, but that's not the case. I don't mind most people; it's demons and monsters I don't like. As far as the trust issues go…well let's just say that I don't like relying on people because you're the only person who's going to be there for you in the end. Sadly, that's a lesson I learned at a very young age and from someone who I thought would be there for me forever.

Ever since I was a little girl, my daddy taught me to never rely on anyone to help get business done. He always told me that it's best to work alone and know everything about the case than work with a partner. He said that partners just slow you down and distract you when it comes down to killing the big ol' baddie. I believed that to be true until he died on a hunt…alone.

My daddy, Mark Miller, was a very prideful man. He never asked anyone besides me and a hunter named Bobby Singer for help and when he did, Bobby always got the good stuff. He got to help Dad with hunts whilst I got stuck with fetching books and cleaning his weapons. Usually he would go behind me and clean them himself though. Which never made any sort of sense to me. Maybe he was trying to teach me how to clean them properly, I don't know.

What was odd to me was that every time he called Bobby, he would always send him a bottle of Irish Whiskey as payment for helping. It was like daddy couldn't accept any kind of help unless it was paid for.

When I was 8 years old, I asked him why he didn't work with other hunters. He said he didn't like asking for help because he believed that it showed him being weak to the other hunters. Personally, I think that he didn't do it because he wanted to feel superior to everyone else and show them that he knew everything and could do everything. Little did he know that his stubbornness and arrogance would get him killed one day and leave me all alone.

You could say that I have daddy issues and I wouldn't argue against the fact because…well it is true. Don't get me wrong, he was a good father. He taught me everything he knew about hunting and about all the demons and monsters. He taught me how to fight and win, hustle, shoot, you name it and he taught it to me. I was his perfect little soldier. I never talked back, but did as I was told even if I didn't agree with him. He was the only family I had and I didn't want to do anything that would affect that.

But him being a good father still doesn't change the fact that he would rather look superior to others than have backup on a dangerous hunt. He knew full well that when he went on that last hunt that he should have someone there to back him up. I knew it too which is why I tried to convince him that I should tag along, just in case. He actually gave in and said I could go with him. That shocked the hell outta me but I didn't think anything of it. I was just too excited to actually get to go on my first hunt that I didn't think of any alternate motives he could of had. I should have because then I would have seen what he was actually planning. But I guess I can't dwell on the past. The past is the past and I need to focus on the present.

I had honestly believed everything my daddy had taught me. I took his words and I lived by them, not knowing or wanting any different lifestyle. That, of course, changed when I met two men who changed my life, and my beliefs, forever...John and Dean Winchester.

That's it for chapter 1! Sorry it's so short...the next one will be much MUCH longer!

Please review and lemme know what you think! I won't post chapter 2 until I get at least 10 reviews. I just wanna make sure people are going to actually read it and like it. :)

If I get the 10 reviews by tomorrow night, I'll post chapter 2 after I get out of class 7/8pm CT. Or maybe I'll wait until after Supernatural airs tomorrow night...yeah, I think I'll do that.

Alrighty, later guys! Don't forget to review if you wanna see chapter 2!

-Elly