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Author's NOte: Thanks for all the great reviews guys! Sorry this ones short

Supernatural

Training

Later that night after saying goodbye to my Uncle and Gramps through a door I went into my room to try and relax. Missouri said I need to be relaxed when I try to block people out. Relaxed and focused. We're supposed to start real training tomorrow.

"Night sweetheart." My dad said through the door.

"Night dad." I said sadly.

When I heard him go to bed I waited an hour before I left my room and crept down the hall to his. I peeked through the door and saw him sleeping peacefully. I tip toed over to him and kissed his cheek then went back to my room.

The next morning Missouri was over bright and early. Dad, forbid me to go to school till I had this under control, that's a plus. She took me down into the basement which is where all my other training is held.

"Now what were going to do today is have your Uncle be our guinea pig."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning we're going to try and build up your walls and I'll take care of the rest. Now I want you to sit down here and be completely relaxed and focused on tuning out everyone but yourself okay?"

"Okay, I can do that. I do it everyday at school." I laughed.

"God, now close your eyes and think of only happy things."

"You sound like Peter Pan."

"Girl, you're lucky I'm even helping you!"

"Alright, alright, I'll do it."

I sat on the floor and closed my eyes. I tried to only think of happy things. I thought about the first time I ever held picked out my own book, I was eight.

"Daddy, can I pick my own this time…please?" I gave him my innocent look.

He smiled, "Sure Melanie, go ahead."

He gave me a little push towards the books and I picked up the biggest one I could find.

I held it up to him, "This one!"

"That's a bit big Melanie."

"But I'm a big girl now right Daddy?"

"Yeah, you're a big girl now." He said proudly, "Come on let's go find your Uncle he's probably in the car magazine section."

The first time I held a gun, I was 12.

"Now just keep your arm steady, you got it?" Uncle Dean asked.

"Yeah, I think so…"

"Okay shoot at that can right there."

He had set up a can right in the middle of our backyard fence. I aimed the gun and steadied my arm. I fired and hit the can dead on.

"I did it!" I yelled.

"Yeah, you did. That was awesome Mel!" Uncle Dean gave me a huge hug.

The day I was told about the supernatural, I was 14.

"Okay now your father and Uncle have elected me to be the one to tell you about this so…Melanie! Are you even listening to me?"

"Oh sorry, Gramps. I'm listening now."

"Good, Melanie…"

"Mel." I corrected.

"Mel, you're going into high school this year and your father decided it's time for you to know what's really out in the world. He also thought since I was the one to tell him I should be the one to tell you."

"Tell me what? You're talking gibberish here Gramps."

He sighed, "Come on…"

He took my hand and led me into my basement which I never went down into. Dad said it was just a storage room. When we got downstairs I saw pictures on the walls, three bookcases, a punching bag, weapons, and mats on the floor.

"Whoa…"

"There are things in the world we can't explain Mel, but we do our best to kill every sorry son a bitch that hurt this family. You see your grandmother…"

"Melanie!"

My eyes snapped open and Missouri was standing in front of me smiling.

"What?"

"You didn't feel it, did you?"

"Feel what?"

"I had your Uncle Dean come down and then I slapped him upside the head and you didn't even flinch. Congrats you just put up your first wall."

"Oh my god! I did it! Does that mean I can see my dad now?"

"Not yet…"

My smile faded and my eyes fell to the floor.

"I'm sorry honey. I'm not only training you, I'm training them, I'm teaching them how to keep their emotions toned down like I do. You're dad and Uncle are making real progress but John is so damn stubborn.

"When can I see them again?"

"Soon, I promise. If ya'll keep going at this rate, I'd say very soon."