My name is __ __ and let me 'splain you a thing.
(I don't regret that at all)
Monsters, Fairies, Angels, Demons, Heaven, Hell, Purgatory;
They're real, and they're real nasty. No matter where you are, something's always going to be fucked up. That's that, no questions. Sorry.
We all live in a world where evil things roam the earth, taking and doing what they want, fitting in with us normal folk. Only a selective group know about them, other then the different brands of nasties themselves, and those who have seen them, but refuse to believe. We're called hunters, because we hunt what comes for us before it can do damage to our lives.
Now, the hunter life may sound exciting and full of wondrous adventures, and damn, it kinda is!
But this life, only psychopaths can survive, and only the craziest of the crazies stay that way for long. Being a hunter is almost a guaranteed gruesome death. Maybe you'll get ripped apart and eaten alive by a windigo, or flambéed by a dragon. Whatever the case, it ain't pretty.
But hey, what can one girl do to change your mind?
After all, Im one of those crazies, so why should you trust me?
Simple answer really; you shouldn't, but what other choice do you have?
I thought so.
DU LIEST GERADE
The Axeman (Dean x Reader)
ФанфикI dont own SPN OR ITS CHARACTERS. BUT I DO OWN YOU NOW. HAHA. jk AAAAAANNNNNNYYYYWWAAAAAYYS *** __ __ has been a hunter for as long as she can remember. Of course she knew of other hunters, but she preferred be alone until she meets the Winches...
