You were currently finishing a hunt, you killed werewolves. You became a hunter at a young age. You hated it, you hated your lifestyle. Staying in shitty motel rooms, eating lots of diner food, trying not to get caught by Feds or cops, coming up with fake names and pose as FBI or anything to get information for a possible case.
You finished your hunt, you burned the bodies, making sure no one would see the bodies. You always did this, you burned the bodies of the monsters you killed, you watched the flames swallow the dead bodies and you watched the corpses burn.
That was how your family died. You were a young kid, your parents believed in God and all that. Now you stopped believing in God after your family died. You hated angels, you hated god. You wished you could find an angel or God and ask why your family had to die.
Later
You pulled up to the motel where you were staying. You were quiet in the hunting world, other hunters talked about you but you weren't popular like the Winchesters or Bobby Singer. You liked being less known by other hunters, you had a plan. Find God or an angel, ask and then kill them. You were full of anger, hatred and loneliness. You had to start hunting at a young age.
It was time to find God. It was time for your family to get justice. It was time for you to strike. It was time for a full on war.
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Believer (Cas x reader)
FanfictionThe reader is a hunter but she doesn't believe in God or angels. The reader hates angels and wants to know why her family was killed and why she was spared. The reader then meets the Winchesters and Castiel, slowly Castiel and the reader fall for ea...
