To be hunted

A lot of people have no clue who I am, or what I do. But I'll tell you here and now that I am a hunter. And no not the kind of hunter who goes out and kills animals for fun, I kill other things. Things you were told as a child aren't real. I hunt those those things that live in your closet and under your bed. I hunt is monsters.

I know what you're thinking, this is some kind of a joke. "There's no such thing as monsters, that's like saying 'I'm best friends with an angel' and that's not possible." But you'd be wrong, it really is no joke, and I am best friends with an angel, his name is Castiel. We all hunt together to make sure you will be alive to see tomorrow.

All of those unexplained deaths and crimes that never get solved, are done by monsters. And when those weird disturbances randomly disappear are because of us hunters.

I used to hunt solo, but during one hunt I got into a lot of trouble with some demons. I was extremely lucky that other hunters were on the same case as me. They ended up saving me, and finishing up the hunt. After the hunt they brought me to their compound and told me I could stay, and because of how weak I was I agreed to stay for a while. When I was better and ready to leave I came across some information that intrigued me.

*Hey guys :) This story is set after season 13. But the flashback was set in season two. ;)