It’s been years and years. About 320 actually. You still are 26 you still don’t age. You still miss Fergus every day. You’ve kept an eye out for his soul just in case he was somehow reincarnated or still walks the earth but you haven’t seen him again either way. You don’t kill and you don’t harm people. You save them if you can. You’ve come across many monsters in your many years. You’re what they call a hunter. You hunt the supernatural being that hurt and kill people. You’re on the trail of this demon and his cronies. His cronies left quite the wake of dead behind them. You turn the corner and run smack dab into the chest of a tall man. You quickly splash him with holy water as he does you. You both wipe your faces off. You quickly splash the man behind him. Nothing. “Well I guess you aren’t demons now are you?” They look at you. “And you aren’t either.” “What your names?” “I’m Dean that’s Sam.” “You wouldn’t be the famous Winchester brothers now would you?” They look confused but nod. You laugh. “Just my luck I run into the two biggest idjits in the world.” “You know Bobby?” “Bobby Singer?” “Yeah.” “What hunter doesn’t know of Bobby Singer?” “So you don’t know him personally?” “No. I know of him, just like I know of you two.” “What’s your name?” “Me?” “No the cookie monster, yes you.” “I’ve had many names.” “Well what’s your real name?” “It’s been a long time since anyone called me by my real name.” “Well what is it?” “It’s Jae.” “Got a last name?” “You know I don’t even remember my first last name, but I remember my second.” “And what’s that?” “MacLeod.” They do a double take and then look at each other. “MacLeod?” “Yes. That was the last name of my first love, and frankly my last. We were never married but after he died I took his last name as my own.” “How old are you?” “26.” They nod. We work together. We kill all the cronies. We never meet the leader. They’ve invited me to come live in the bunker with them. I’ve decided to accept the invitation and live with them.
