𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 || 𝖙𝖉𝖛 || 𝖙𝖔 || 𝖘𝖕𝖓 ||

𝖎𝖎𝖎

I love crying in the rain

because when I do

no one can hear the pain

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Hunters were created by Qetsiya, they needed to find the cure so they could give it to Silas, but they all failed. Often times they got killed. Over the years random people became hunters do hunt supernatural beings, vampires, witches, werewolves. Werewolves were the same as lycanthropes, but more like descendants of them, since they mated with humans they were no longer bigger they were now looking like regular wolves. There are other kinds of wolves. Some look more human than they look like wolves.

I was reading a book and drinking my coffee when I heard a knock on the door.

I'm sure that that is Sam and Dean, and I was right. "Hello, boys," I said to them. "Hi," said Dean. "Hey. Sorry, we're late. The case took longer then we expect it," said Sam.

"It's okay. Come in," I said. I moved aside as they walked in. "Anything to drink for you boys?" I ask. "Um, beer if you have some," said Dean. "Any pie? I made apple pie," I said. Dean's eyes lit up instantly. He hadn't changed a bit. "Yes! Please!" said Dean, and Sam smiled.

I came back with two beers, wine, and three plates of apple pie. "Okay, Sam. What do you want to talk about?" I asked. "First things first. How did you know what happened with my dad?" asked Sam. "John and I go way back when he was a marine. We met right after he came back. He wanted to date me, but I was not interested, so I introduced him to Mary, who instantly fell for him and him for her, but she played hard to get," I said smiling, remembering how much she made him sweat. Sam and Dean were also smiling. Dean's smiled dropped because something was not right. I looked young, not someone who was in their forties.