A month of a boring summer vacation passed, reading countless books upon books about monsters, and how to kill them. It didn't help that Sam gave me a large pile of them to get some "light reading" in. I didn't seem to mind at first, I LIKE reading. But after thirty days of flipping through page after page of monster information, I was getting a little sick of it.

Not to mention the wardrobe Sam just happened to pick out for me. (Infinite plaid and flannel). I mean, I guess it wasn't that bad. At least he didn't put any jean jackets mixed in with it all.

But luckily after the thirty days of absorbing information, something extremely interesting just happened to come up. Apart from angelic possession, almost being murdered by a shape shifter, and finding out that my father was a demon.

I heard constant yelling coming outside of my bedroom, which did in fact startle me. I was never used to hearing the brother's yell so close to my door. Sometimes I would hear them from outside. Nothing more than muffled yells of words that I could hardly make out, but that was all.

"There's no way in hell that we're going to let that happen!" the younger Winchester hollered, forcing goosebumps to erupt from the back of my neck. Sam's voice was dark and noisy, enough to scare any grown man out of his wits. Luckily, Dean wasn't a man.

"Yeah, and what say do you even have in the decision?" Dean asked, seeming more calm than his sibling.

"I mean, how would we even get her trained on time?" Sam questioned, disregarding Dean's statement beforehand.

"We wouldn't have to put her in right away! Maybe a month or two after the school year starts, she would be with people who are her age! That's healthier than spending the rest of her time with two old guys!" Dean exclaimed, sounding entirely like his brother in this situation.

Oh shit.

They were talking about me. Not even talking, ARGUING about me. This was extremely awkward.

"How do we even know this is a real case? What if it's just a ton of hormonal teenage girls committing suicide?" Sam asked, as if I couldn't hear him. What were they even talking about? Me going on a case?! Were they insane?

"Three girls in May. In the same week. Who go to the same school. In the same grade. Yeah, that's completely coincidental." Dean laughed sarcastically, probably rolling his eyes.

As I sat up on my mattress, the door opened, revealing the two men outside of my room. They both smiled as if nothing had happened. As if they weren't at all fighting right outside of my door.

"Hey, Ella. How's your day been?" Dad asked, having an idiotic smile on his face. I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms, staring at the two of them as if they were completely crazy.

"Just peachy." I retorted, only giving my father a blunt look. "So, what are you two fighting about now?"

Dad and uncle Sam laughed nervously, rubbing the back of their necks simultaneously. I swear to god, sometimes they acted as if they were fraternal twins.

"Well, we were DISCUSSING a certain case that may or may not have anything to do with you." Dean grinned, looking down at me.

"What's the case on?"

"We're believing it's a siren, probably. We haven't actually, BEEN at the school-"

"School?!"

"But from what it sounds like, we believe that it is a Siren." Sam went on, despite my outburst.

"It's a high school." Dean pointed out the obvious.

"In Minnesota." Sam brought up.

"Only a seven hour drive."

"It gets cold up there."

"Great fishing though,"

"Oh my god I get it!" I exclaimed, cutting off my father. "Minnesota. High school. Monster. Kill kill. Stab stab. Alright!"

"You need to go undercover," Dean laughed, before I gave him a death glare. "You know. As a student."

"What about you two?" I asked, looking over at Sam for some input. He smiled nervously, pressing his lips together. Dean snickered, before Sam stomped on his brother's foot. It didn't exactly do anything, mainly because my father was a demon. Dad only laughed even harder, obviously irritating the shit out of Sam.

"We had a mutual agreement, and finally decided that, uh," Sam stuttered, as I crossed my arms, giving him a blunt facial expression. "That your father would figure out a way to get a teaching job, and that I would, um-"

"Sammy, it's nothing to be embarrassed about!"

"Shut it, Dean." Sam hissed, scratching the back of his neck. "Anyways, on a completely different subject, it's your first hunt." my uncle reminded me, frightening me at the thought of it. Shit, I could die! I mean, it'd be a little unlikely with the Rocky and Bullwinkle duo at my side, but oh my god. I could like, break my spine, or something.

Like how would it even feel? Like a sense of pain for two seconds and then nothing at all?! That'd be terrifying!

"Did you even listen to anything I said?" Sam interrupted my internal rant, snapping me out of my state of idiotic terror.

"Huh?" I asked, feeling like a complete ass, while my father shook his head. Oops.

"First hunt. Dangerous. Blend in. Use common sense, you know?" Dean restated for me. I laughed nervously, and thanked him quietly, nodding. "Great. Now. Hunters need training. LOTS of training. I'm pretty positive that you're all stocked up on information on like any old monster. Now tell me, how do you kill a vampire, Oak, or silver?" he asked, with a slight smirk on his face.

I frowned, knowing both of those answers were in fact, incorrect.

"Neither, you decapitate the bitch." I retorted, drumming my fingers on the mattress I was sitting on.

"See, she's smarter than most movie directors!" Dean exclaimed, clapping for me. I raised my eyebrows, staring at my father. Sam smacked him upside the head, which didn't really affect him in any way. "You know what this means? Your first hunt?" he asked, ignoring the slap from his younger brother.

"I don't want to know-"

"DEAN DON'T YOU DARE." Sam hollered, attempting to stop my father. It was no use though, because he had already snapped his fingers.

"TRAINING MONTAGE!" Dean rejoiced, before constant ACDC blared out of nowhere, almost making my ears bleed from the sudden noise.

"Dad, what the hell?!" I yelled over the music, watching my father play the air guitar while sliding on the floor, continuously head banging.

"First step to becoming one of the greatest hunters in the world, is learning how to fist fight!" Dean pointed, smiling wickedly. He put up his fists, circling me rapidly, throwing punches at me. Luckily enough, I dodged them, and frowned, the music distracting me with it's obnoxious volume level.

"Dean, turn the damn music off!" my uncle screeched, covering his ears. I had never seen him act this way before, it surprised me how he struggled, just with the loud music. Dean raised his eyebrows, chuckling at his younger brother's behavior.

"Oh no. This is like, one of those, training module things. It'll be just like the real thing," Dad smirked, blinking a few times, and showing his stupid black eyes. Hearing Sam groan, I looked behind my father's figure, watching as my uncle was pinned up against the wall, his feet off of the ground, and his hair touching the ceiling. "Music comes off after you beat me,"

"Are you drunk?!" I shouted, before he ran towards me, his body tackling me to the floor, my thick skull breaking the fall.

God dammit.

I groaned, attempting to push my father off me, wondering what the hell to do in this situation. I rammed thoughts into my head, trying to figure out a plan. I wasn't the best at making decisions in a moments notice. Lets just go over what the situation was, again, in my head.

My father, a demon, was attacking me, for fighting practice, so I would become an exceptional monster hunter.

If I ever said that out loud, I would probably be put in a mental hospital.

"Come on, Ellie! You gotta have some fight in ya!" my dad laughed out loud, swinging a punch at my face, that I avoided by quickly turning my head out of the way of his fists way. With that, his hand smashed into the floor, creating a large looking dent. I widened my eyes as he winced, taking a look at his now bleeding knuckles. Were demons really that hard to injure?

My mouth gaped open as he cursed, shaking his hand a bit, attempting to numb the pain. As he did so, a few drops of the red liquid trickled out of his wound, somehow landing onto my tongue. I screeched in disgust, but it was too late, I had already swallowed the fucking blood. Oh my god, that was so grody! Shutting my eyes, I was grossed out by the taste, before a jolt of purifying energy ran through my veins, forcing my eye sockets open.

Dean looked down at me, chuckling, obviously not seeing the previous event to take place.

"Did you finally grow some balls-"

Grabbing his injured fist, I brought the wound to my mouth, sucking the alluring blood out of the cuts on his knuckles, craving the liquid. My father hollered, and attempted to pull back, but I was stronger, and continued, getting a good few swallows of the fluid. Finally, without hesitation, I pushed him aside, and jumped onto my feet, cracking my neck and wrists afterwards.

"What did you call me?" I asked my father politely, smirking down at the demon at my feet. He stuttered with his words, looking up at me with fear glittering in his black eyes.

"Well, I mean-"

"My name isn't fucking Ellie, I'm not two years old." I notified him, frowning by this time.

With a blink of an eye, my father was pinned to the wall next to his brother, without my arms use. Sam plopped back down to the floor, breathing heavily, and looking up at me.

"Turn off the stupid music," I commanded, my father obeying almost instantly, the music finally fazing out. Thank god. I chuckled, slamming his body into the wall over, and over again, just by looking at him. The energy soon faded away, and made my father collapse to the floor, right next to my uncle. The blood had dried up around my mouth, probably making me look like a complete psychopath. I took short and quick breaths, falling onto my back, looking up at the ceiling.

"Holy shit," Sam muttered, sniffling a little bit.

"Remind me never to do that again," Dean huffed out, regaining the breath that he lost. Widening my eyes, I replayed everything that had just happened in my head, and slowed my breathing.

"So that was demon blood," I coughed, blinking a few times.

"You should have seen your uncle in five years ago," Dean chuckled.

"I really don't want to know,"