It's going to be okay.

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Hi Sweetheart, Welcome to My page!

About Me! My name is Katie, and I write what I feel like or what comes to mind, even if my writing is bad or not. I am using this platform to better my writing and to see what audience my work can reach! For rules about requests, click here! My main account is: @islaymonsters

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒲𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒮𝒶𝓎 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Summary𓏲ּ𝄢 Hunting with Dean goes south, and only then does he prove that you mean more to him than he lets on.

Pairing𓏲ּ𝄢 Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Wordcount𓏲ּ𝄢 1483 Genre𓏲ּ𝄢 Angst? Fluff? Smut?

Warnings𓏲ּ𝄢 Suggestive Language, Kissing, Unresolved Feelings, Confusion, Lack of Communication, Sexual Tension.

Notes𓏲ּ𝄢 I am in no way shape or form good at writing, I only write for fun and because I am passionate about it. This piece along with many others are done fast, sloppy, and usually aren't proofread.

It was a big pull. A huge shift. It was more than you two would ever say aloud. And it didn't come slow and steady like it should. It was just like two fires merging into something dangerous. You and Dean simply worked together. Or at least that's how it started out. Two Hunters with the same end goal, hunt monsters, save people, and try not to die.

You met at Harvelle's Roadhouse one late afternoon, when the place wasn't ashes. Both of you sought out the same manila-folder holding onto an unclaimed case. "Back off, Jackass. This case is mine." You grumbled out when Dean reached for the folder too. "You first, Babydoll. Last I checked, I looked at it before you did." He smiled slow, flirty, willing to get burned by you. "Babydoll? I'm not your fuckin' babydoll." Dean raised his hands placatingly as he chuckled lowly. Business with each other started tense, and mean, and both of you kind of liked it. You snatched the folder and he tried snatching it back. "You seriously want to fight over something that might kill you?" He scoffed without letting up that folder. Neither of your worn hands wanted to let up that job. You were determined to make this case your own, and so was he. Dean wasn't giving in. Something Ellen said eased his mind about you though, made him feel you were decent enough to work with. Just this once. Just while Sam is figuring himself out.. while his little brother was coping with his strange ass visions and Dad's death.

"Y'know that girl can do a lot with a rifle, Dean." Ellen quipped smoothly, without having to look up from where she was shining a crystal glass. His brows furrowed less, and his lips grew a little less cocky and a little flirtier. "That so? Now I'm tempted to find out if that's true or not." Dean's words hit sly and thick. He wasn't even looking at Ellen, just staring right at you. Like maybe you being able to use a rifle better than most men, was something worth keeping you around for. And somehow Ellen's praise might be the only reason you two were stuck together. Working side by side and exchanging looks that were a lot less hostile than before. Something in both of your gazes was similar, but neither party dared to admit what exactly it was to the other person.

He'd never say, "I think I love you, Babydoll." In that silky tone that had been matured by the years of hunting. He wasn't gonna say it even when he'd been working with you too long to actually name. Nor with the pet-name that used to really fucking piss you off, because you're no mans 'Babydoll'.

And you'd never say, "I think I love you too, Jackass." With a smooth drawl that carried your affectionate insult. Somehow being 'Jackass' to you, made his chest feel a bit tighter, it made him feel like he was yours in a way. Or maybe the flannel he was wearing was just getting tight, your words might not even have an affect on him.

You two always thought nothing would come of this heated and almost bullying banter. Years passed, insults dug roots, Sam spent too much time breaking up brawls. But barely making it out of a dangerous hunt drew you two closer together than before, hell it fixed a lot. Even Sam could tell something had happened on the hunt you two swore you could do without his help. Neither of you wanted each other's heads. It had to be something bad. Something eye opening. Because Dean now looked at you like you might vanish and it'd kill him. And you brushed against him like you'd hoped he wouldn't fade into a memory or mist. It took a hunt to change everything. Your backs were pressed tightly together as vamps began to circle you both. You should have listened to Bobby maybe even Sam when they said to not charge into that warehouse like a "Couple of Idjits", without knowing how many vamps could be in there.

Dean held onto his machete firmly like it was an extension of himself. Violent, powerful, painted in blood. His other arm was stretched out and reaching back to shield you protectively from the vamps jagged and barred teeth. His brows furrowed with not only adrenaline induced anger but worry too. Worry for you, not so much himself. He'd make it out or die. Both sounded fine to him. And you, well you held your katana with both hands and were ready to fight to the death alongside him. You worried for him, sure, but you knew Dean was a man that could handle his own, you trusted him.

"We can do this.." You breathed out to reassure Dean while briefly glancing over your shoulder at him. "Not so sure I trust your optimism right now, Babydoll. We're both lookin' like dinner and desert.." Dean retorted gruffly. His tone was gravelly and sharp. Like he was fairly certain you two would die standing back-to-back here together. It was the hunting raised monster in himself showing. 

Vamps snapped their teeth and laughed at you two. Hell, you looked a lot like easy prey with how many there were. There was about ten maybe twelve, all ganging up on you after your dumbass and somewhat showy entry. "Shut up. Think about Sam." You snapped, not meaning to be so harsh with him. You just didn't want him to doubt. It'd make you doubt.

"'M not really thinkin' about him, I'm thinkin' about you, Sweetheart."

You didn't have time to fully register his words or give them much of a thought, your predicament didn't give much leeway to ponder. You swallowed, "Fine.. that works too, Jackass." Both expressions hardened as they closed in, you had to go down swinging or at least die trying.

Everything was a red blur. Metal clashed against vamp throats, heads rolled to the dust painted floor, your bodies were shoved about and clawed at, but somehow "hunters luck" let you two came out standing. A little battered, more than tired, but standing. Able to face each other. Bloodied, panting, a little shaky as adrenaline pumped through your veins.

"I thought I was gonna lose you." You panted out, firm and blunt. Looking up into his eyes you could tell he thought the same. He watched you looking over his injuries, he eased up under the hand touching his upper arm. Dean inhaled sharply. His expression furrowed in thought, then un-furrowed as he came to a decision. He wasn't letting you get away.

Dean's machete fell from his hand and clattered to the concrete floor of the dilapidated warehouse. Both of his vamp-blood stained hands grabbed your gore sprinkled face. It was grounding, it was consuming, and then it was all over. The friendly war between you both was killed when his lips pressed to yours searingly. You didn't know whether to drown in him or float. So, you settled for swimming in this feeling.

Your sword clattered like his weapon had, and your dirtied hands were on him too. Clutching at the collar of his jacket like he'd surely vanish like the life of those vampires you took out did. His mouth moved with yours, claiming, almost messy. Tongues pressing together, teeth clashing, sloppy desperate groans being dragged out of one another.

It was real, it was raw, it exposed what neither of you would say with words, and it brought both of you back to earth. When your lips finally parted and you were both left panting and staring into each other's eyes, just to make sure that what happened wasn't imaginary. He responded back to you.

"I was scared that I'd lose you too damnit." He admitted hoarsely while absentmindedly running his thumb over your blood smeared cheek. With hunter green eyes boring into yours, with that same worry, with that same fire that burned in you. From that moment forward, you both knew you were lying to yourselves when you said, 'you could never give in'.

He lied to himself when he said, "Love ain't for men like me, Babydoll. It gets people killed, or they can't handle my baggage." And you lied to yourself when you said, "Ditto, Jackass.", he snorted, "Ditto? Who the hell says ditto anymore?" He chuckled behind the beer he was bringing to his mouth. "Apparently both of us." You teased and smiled back.  Both liars in your own minds, but so honest through your actions. That you two cared more than you should, more than you'd admit. You love each other in a fiery, determined, and passionate manner. All it took was a nest of blood-sucking assholes to make it painfully aware. Maybe you would never be ready to say the words, 'I love you' to Dean. He wasn't either. But neither of you could doubt that love was in this situation or at least rooted in your very serious connection.

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I noticed you attached a note to your fics stating, "I am in no way shape or form good at writing," and I wanted to take a moment to tell you that is so not true. ❤️‍🩹 Your writing flows, your use of vocabulary is interesting, and you have a fair grip on grammar. I commend you for writing because you love it, but please know that you're good at it, too. ❤️🤍

Aww, thank you so much, Hon. That's so sweet of you to say! Especially about my writing. Writing makes me so incredibly happy.. <3 So, thank you, Love!

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Hiii just wanted to check before interacting, is your smut 16, 17 or 18+?

Hiiiii, Hon! I honestly never considered that and thank you for bringing it to my attention. I'll be honest with you even if I put age restriction or recommend only 18+. There will very likely be people under 18 reading whatever smut I write, and I probably won't be checking profiles to make sure someone is 18+. Not due to a lack of care, but because people could very well be lying anyways. And I'm only here to write and bring peoples fantasies to life. So, anyone can interact, read, and enjoy. As long as everything stays respectful. <3

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𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 ☆*⁀‧₊˚

Summary𓏲ּ𝄢 Daydreaming about Sam Winchester.

Pairing𓏲ּ𝄢 Sam Winchester X Fem!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Wordcount𓏲ּ𝄢 1251 Genre𓏲ּ𝄢 Smut.

Warnings𓏲ּ𝄢 Suggestive Language, Oral, Explicit Sexual Content.

Notes𓏲ּ𝄢 I am in no way shape or form good at writing, I only write for fun and because I am passionate about it. This piece along with many others are done fast,sloppy, and aren't proofread.

Sam's sitting there typing on his laptop with that signature, determined to 'solve a mystery' frown on his pretty face, he's occasionally sighing in frustration or muttering things to himself like it'll help him figure out the monster pattern, or what the monster might be. All while your bright eyes are just eating him up. Every muscle, every tense flex, every stretch. Curious eyes roaming over his big arms that're certainly making his t-shit want to cry or split at the threads. Swallowing at how his denim jeans are pulled taut against his groin and thighs, or even the way his tongue would dart out to lick his lips. He's supposed to just be Sam, your hunting partner, your friend, Dean's little brother. But he's anything but that to you right now.  "Maybe it's some kind of shifter we haven't seen before.." He's muttered that same thing to you absentmindedly for the hundredth time; he was tense and annoyed. Not just at the case, but also at the fact that Dean was likely running behind because he was flirting with the victim's sister, whom of which he proclaimed was hot earlier that day. He sighed deep and heavy while pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought. Thinking. It was all Samuel did. Get caught up in his head and stress out while trying to sort his internalized messes. "It could explain why it keeps getting away unseen. Maybe we haven't encountered something like it before." Sam was looking at you now. Hazel eyes up and off of his laptop only to see you spaced out and starry eyed, but not at some random object or the peeling wall of the questionable motel room. But at him. You were lost in thought, nodding slowly even if you didn't hear a damn thing he just said, and looking at him like he hung the moon and stars, with his big muscles and Winchester determination.  His brows furrowed. He shifted his weight in the creaky motel chair that look comical beneath his towering frame, "Uh-.. you alright?" He asked, dropping his hand to his lap while the other rested on the laptop. It snaped you out of your thoughts and out of taking in the vison that was your friend. "Oh! Uh-.. yeah.." Your words were rushed and borderline awkward. Embarrassed even. Just in the tone of your voice alone, Sam, could very likely tell something was on your mind. But he didn't push. He was smart enough to know when a topic wasn't meant to be touched. Sam just frowned, he did consider confronting you, but he soon un-frowned, then nodded. Before he'd be asking once more if you were alright in case you changed your mind. "You sure?" He lifted a brow and smiled, just a little bit. Your awkward smile made his lover-boy heart flutter.  "I'm sure." You nodded and looked away to try and focus on the blurring screen of your laptop as you zoned out in thought again.

With your confirmation his fingers were back to hovering over his laptop keys, itching to type away furiously again. He was ready to get back to work if you weren't open to discussing what was going on inside of your head.

Lewd, thoughtful, head. Literally. He was in that chair; legs parted a little bit wider to let you in-between them. His jeans were half-way down his muscular thighs. Heavy leaking cock free and begging to be touched by you. Your hand wrapped around the base. Eyes boring up into his from the frayed carpet beneath your knees. Lips parted, licking a stripe up his cock, swirling the pink muscle around the bulbous head, ready to relieve his tension, to ease his mind and body. His member twitched in your grasp. "Please.. don't goddamn tease me." Sam's chest was rising and falling deep and fast. A big hand coming to tangle in your hair at the back of your head to bring you forward. It wasn't rough, it was guiding. Sam was guiding your parted lips and rosy tongue to meet the head of his cock. "C'mon, you started this." He grunts and lets his head fall back slightly when the wet heat of your mouth finally envelops his strained member. Hips jolting up a bit involuntarily with his sigh of relief, but there was still an allowance for you to keep control. He didn't mind letting you ease the tension right out of him.

Sam brought his puppy brown gaze back to yours once he brought his back up from falling back. His stomach twisted when he saw the way you looked up at him all while taking his length as far as you could down your throat and into your mouth. "Shit." He hissed, "You're.. doing such a good job.." The words were shuddered out, but they were sincere. He egged you on to keep going without knowing that's what he was doing. Praise motivated you. Hollowing your cheeks to suck him in tightly, swiping your soft through the slit of his dick when you bobbed back up was what he got in return. "Fuck! Yes, just like that.. keep.. going." Sam Winchester, the Green Giant was shuddering for you. You continued bobbing your hand guided head up and down, to drag his satisfaction closer. "Just like that, Sweetheart. M'gonna cum for you.. like this." He sighed for you, breathy, open, shuddered. Head falling back once more all while his eyes fluttered shut. Calloused fingers gripped a touch tight as he neared his impending release. Tangling hard to keep you steady while he rocked his hips up to meet with your strained throat.  Tears pricked at the corners of your needy eyes. The air didn't seem to be meeting your lungs anymore. Not when the entirety of him was stuffed down your throat. You hummed soft against him. Gagged when he hit the back of your throat with his steady rhythm. Drooled down your chin when he pushed too far. "Fuck! Fuck.. I'm close.." He grunted hard and struggled to keep restraint with himself, he wanted to fuck your throat while praising you and whining 'thank you'. Sam looked back at you with a pleasured expression. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed to get out a perfect groan, "God.. such a pretty mouth." It was the last thing he said before he was blowing thick strings of warm cum into your mouth and down your throat for you to swallow.  Sam was panting softly when he let you off his dick. He had tenderly wiped away the string of your saliva that dribbled down your chin with his thumb and smeared it off on his jeans. "You did so good for me, Honey.. thank you pretty girl.." It was murmured through a breathless sigh, through a smile, and while he pet your hair tenderly like you were his.

Too bad it was all a fucking daydream, and the real Sam Winchester wouldn't give into you. Not even if you told him what you thought about him, not even if he saw how you'd soaked through your panties when you were supposed to be helping him with research, maybe not even if you poured your heart out to him.

And definitely not when Dean had marched back into the motel room to interrupt your lewd thoughts and Sam's dutiful research. Here comes the brotherly bickering. "Where the hell were you, Dean? We've been waiting for hours." You rolled your eyes and saddled up for what would make the rest of your day.

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𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓙𝓾𝓵𝔂 જ⁀➴

Summary𓏲ּ𝄢 There isn't one, this is a random smutty drabble.

Pairing𓏲ּ𝄢 Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Wordcount𓏲ּ𝄢 720 Genre𓏲ּ𝄢 Smut. Angst?

Warnings𓏲ּ𝄢 Unprotected Intercourse, Suggestive Language, Questioning Feelings.

Notes𓏲ּ𝄢 I am in no way shape or form good at writing, I am just writing for fun and because I am passionate about it. I wrote this in less than ten minutes.

You're Dean Winchester's summertime fix. The only girl he comes back to when the air gets clammy and the cicadas in the field out behind your little white house start to buzz. You guess it's because monsters pick up during the heat, or they're at least more active. You try to come up with some sort of conclusion as to why he comes back to you of all people, why you're the girl he's chosen to bury himself in. You could never assume that you're actually special. Maybe it's because you understand hunting like he does. Maybe it's how you tenderly accept the fuck up he is or at least claims to be when he gets drunk enough to vent to you. But he and Sam swung by again, after their hunt in Alabama. Something about a Wraith, but you weren't paying attention. Not when Dean eye fucked you and couldn't keep his hands to himself. Not even to save his brother from the embarrassment. The moment Dean had his dirtied boots off at your cute little mat by the front door, and his duffle down on your made-up table, he was on you. Calloused hands gripping your ass through your pretty sundress, mouth on your neck, completely fueled by his pretty girl in the summer heat, all giggly and warm. Maybe they'd stick around for a few days, not just for the iced tea and a home cooked meal this time. Or maybe that's all this was to Dean, that you were a place for him and his brother to crash at and a body to blow his loads into, but you could never think that he'd be so shallow. Not your, Dean. Not your summertime beau. No, you couldn't think that. Not when he was over-top of you after being between your legs and making your legs tingle and head swim. Not when he was keeping you pinned beneath his strength and muscular frame. The heat swam through the room, skin slapping skin rattled the walls, and the crickets outside sang. All while your short-lived lover was griding deep into your mushy walls. Mumbling praises against the crown of your ear, "So good, baby.. that's my sweet, July.." And definitely not when his nickname for you rolled off his tongue in a low groan that'd replay in your mind once this was all over. Not even when he kissed you reverently. Like he might've actually missed this. Not ever. Dean cares about you. You've convinced yourself of this. Even when he was sure to ghost you after hitting the asphalt and dirt roads.  "That's it baby, come undone for me.. let m'feel you." His hips would continue to piston right up against your pelvis, and the head of his aching cock would drag firmly against that sweet spot buried deep in your cunt. His mouth would continue to run, spewing lewd or loving nonsense he might not ever mean, all while he'd leave hot wet kisses and bites over your collar bone and neck. Dean wanted to mark you up before he'd vanish again, only to return the very next summer if hunting wouldn't take him from you. You were a vacation for him. You were his saving grace in this fucking heat. You were where he would run to when he needed security. You were too forgiving.  He's grabbing your face and keeping your love hooded eyes on his lustful ones, while he fucks you into the too big bed that makes you feel all alone at night, "That's it.. keep those pretty-.. eyes on me, baby." He's huffing and grunting as he pounds into your fluttering walls and holds your body that's arching up into him as you come undone with a sweet cry. "Mm, fuck.. so pretty, m'gonna cum, fuck.." Fuck, leaves his mouth like a chant, in moans that are turning into manly whimpers as he fills you. He was so desperate for this, for you. He can't stop kissing you now that he's ridden out his orgasm and dragged out yours. He's already pulling you close to his warm and sticky body like he means everything; he's brushing the hair that's stuck to your sweaty forehead away while he tenderly kisses your flushed face. How could he leave you behind after this?

How could he not care?

Credit for dividers: @mieluno & @chrisssiren

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Hunter in Training 101:

What I wish I knew when I first started out as a rookie monster hunter, was where to find reliable information on said monsters.

Browsers and the infamous Wiki, just aren't it, kid.. They're unreliable and they always water the "need-to-know", when the gritty shit is really what you need. Wiki, will only tell you the origins of whatever it is that you're hunting, but they completely gloss over how to ward and gank it, or they just don't tell you how to do it in general!

And when you're hunting you need to know how to kill the monster! It's literally your job. How I figure out how to kill the supernatural creature I'm hunting is a pretty complex and sometimes long process, but it's one that you need to get used to. I can't always help.

But let's say that I really can't help you, this is the easiest way to get your info..

Warning: I'm going to use a Buso here as my example.

In order to figure out how to kill and ward the Buso I was hunting. I looked into its origins. This Aswang comes from T'boli tribe folklore, and if you look into the T'boli tribe and their ritualistic practices, you'll know how they ward their monsters, and how they've kept them at bay for so long. For centuries they've used vinegar, strong smelling herbs, and ritualistic powders to ward and anoint, either their homes, deceased loved ones, or even living persons to protect themselves.

Culture clues are everything.

And again Buso, are a lot like ghouls, they are a lot like other Aswang. You can kill them all through beheading, destruction of the skull, and with silver. Now you know how to find out how to kill what it is you're hunting. Through research on the culture the monster comes from.

That is step one. Next step is getting the hang of working the field. Pro-tip! You don't want to start out with Witches; hell don't even start with vamps. You'll turn into dog-chow before you can even blink. It's about as stupid as using a teakettle made out of chocolate. Start with ghosts! Go from skeptic to believer before anything else.

Now in 'Supernatural' they're all about Salt and Burns, but defiling a grave is seriously unethical. You're really going to want to learn about cleansing, veiling, and warding. Banana leaves, Palo Santo, Myrrh, and "Goofer dust" are your best bets. They're strong and easy to get your hands on at your local apothecary. But if you can't get those, "black salt" is easy to make, garlic is easy to buy, and salt should be in everyone's cupboards. And learn to draw sigils goddamnit! They are incredibly important. And cheap. Another thing to know for step two.. Is cardio, Baby. You need to be able to run, to climb, to jump, to fight back if need be. That's step two. Step three is only for if you have steps one and two down to pat, don't do this otherwise. Say you're hunting "bigger game", vamps, werewolves, yada yada.

Invest in good weapons. Butterknives and sluggers can only get you so far. You could go to your local arms shop or buy off the black-market but sometimes thrifts or even antique stores have the best fucking gear. My favorite blade came from an antique shop, and I've taken it on just about every hunt. It was ten bucks!

Ultra bigger game, like Wendigo, Wechuge, Ogres, Devil Dogs, Werewolves, etc. You'll want heavy artillery. Not a lucky blade like I've got. A .375 H&H, .300 Winchester Magnum, .338 Lapua Magnum, and a double barrel shotgun, are my favorites. They're relatively compact guns that are strong, but they do pack some mean kickback. And if you're built smaller like myself, it can be harder to manage, so stick with the shotguns at first.

Although if you're at the stage where weapons like guns are on the table, then you can handle a bit of recoil, Sweetheart. Just keep in mind though that lycans need to be killed through silver, so make sure the metal that you're hauling in your gun for Papa Fleabag, is silver. Back to our talk on vamps, shifters, ghouls, witches, etc. Blades or blunt objects are your best bet. My preference for beginners is swords or machetes; they give you a bit of much needed distance between yourself and the monster. These creatures can all be executed through beheading hence the blades.

And side tip, poltergeists, have a pretty gnarly hate for salt rounds and iron, burns like a bitch. When you think salt-rounds, think buckshot, just it's packed to the rim with rock salt instead of pellets. Thankfully you don't have to make them, you can buy them in bulk, but you should learn how to make it yourself.

Take an empty shotgun shell, pack it with rock-salt (Ouch! Says the ghost.), and put a cap at the end of it to keep the crystals in and..

Boom! You've got yourself a homemade salt round, Slayer.

And my last tip, don't fucking push yourself. Got it? A burnt-out hunter might as well be a dead hunter. If your body and mind are demanding a break, take it. Get some rest, grab a beer, stay fed, drink more than energy drinks, and kick some monster ass when you're up to par, Sweetheart.

Sure, we kill what goes bump in the night, but we're not invincible. Not even death is. Once you have steps one and two down, I can go deeper in depth about everything you may need to know, or you can check out my blog, there's a few tips there as well.

Stay safe out there Slayer, the cryptids are watching.. ;)

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Communicating With the Dead:

There are so many ways I know I could handle this topic! I have multiple ideas, and theories! But I tried my best to narrow it down for you rookies.

Chitchatting with spirits is about as easy as pie, Sweetheart. You just have to know where to go to find them. You can look into local haunted places via. Facebook, Google, Daily Paper. You can always find a place in your town or near your town that happens to have a tragic backstory, and voila, you might have a couple locations to search.

Communicating with the dead isn't always about fluid conversations though. It's that prickle down your spine when something is there watching and listening, it's that shadow you swear you saw out of your peripheral, it's feeling a hand touch you. That's their way of communicating.

But if you're looking to have conversations with the dead, your best bets are a Spirit-Box (Uses radiofrequencies and white noise to communicate), Ouija-Board (Be very careful, 'Goodbye' doesn't always work), REM-Pod (For 'Yes' Or 'No' questions) or even an EMF-Reader.

Unless maybe you were gifted, seeing the dead is all you need to communicate when you venture off into a spirit inhabited place. But in my monster-hunting opinion, spirits aren't as friendly as people may think, if people even think that. Those who don't pass on are usually stuck in a Purgatory like state, where they repeat their worst 'sins', where they suffer, until maybe they can ascend.

This makes spirit-work dangerous if you don't use the right equipment or make sure, you're protected. This doesn't apply to all people, usually someone who's not interested in it communicating with spirits long-term wise, but for those who are, need proper protection. And I don't mean going to use a Ouija-board with a pocketknife or venturing into a haunted hospital with a gun.

I'm talking about warding, anointing, veiling.

Those are a few things to look into if you don't want any attachments. Spirits will attach to the person they feel is their best bet of getting out of wherever they're stuck. It's sad, but it can be true.

Sometimes it's not even a spirit that attaches. It's something else entirely that'll attach to the most sensitive or the most struggling individual and ride their backs out of there to drain them until they're nothing. It takes a lot of energy from a spirit to communicate. For them it could come from a buildup of emotions, tension, or just something that could make them snap.

The more energetic and stronger a spirit is, the more wary you should be of it. Recently deceased very likely passed not knowing how to communicate, to move things, etc. If you're holding clean conversations, if things are moving, if you hear knocking, walking, shuffling, that's often times something darker, that's something that isn't there for a good time but a fun time.

I say this because I am yet to face a kind-spirit that has a lot of energy to give. I've met shadows, I've faced ghost children, and none stay polite for long. But there is still so much that is unexplainable, and it's tricky to narrow down what I do know. There's not a lot of people who care to find out the unknown first-hand to learn and bring us answers, but I'm determined to do it for you.

I know that it's potentially dangerous work dabbling with spirits, that there's not a whole lot of good, but there's a lot of information you can gather. You can have personal questions answered, you can find out what's on the other side, you can go from skeptic to believer, and what good that still remains is worth exploring!

Dying is inevitable, Sweetheart.

That's what drives me to keep looking, to keep studying, and to keep exploring. I want to know what I'm facing next, where I'll go next, and what I'll be. That can be your motivator too.

If you have any questions about this, or something else supernatural related, I'd be happy to answer.

Stay safe out there Slayer, the cryptids are watching.. ;)

[islaymonsters]

What kind of person you are! Mae, you were born being logical, protective, and emotionally complex. There is a lot about you that makes it hard to pin you down to being one thing. You can be sensitive, but you can also be aloof at times, you can be stubborn in nature, but you can also be incredibly open. You seriously do it all. And you seem to manage it all pretty well, aside from the self-doubt and criticism. You have an investigative and observing nature that leads you down many paths in life. But it isn't just your strong mind that makes you so driven and unique, it is your spirit. You are on the move quite often. You have this drive that makes you want to feel the wind in your hair, the ground beneath your feet, and the earth in your hands. You like to get everything done and fulfill your dreams. Because you are your own role model. And if no one else is going to do it, you'll get it done. You may even deny yourself of your own needs because tasks need to be completed and if you don't do it, who the hell will?

You may be a touch too hard on yourself when it comes to family, especially having been parentified, either by yourself or by relatives. Regardless, you take on your role as motherly older sister very well, but you worry that no matter what you do it will never be enough. Which isn't true, even stepping up because they need you, is enough in and of itself.  And when you're not being a role model for your younger siblings, you're being your fun and eccentric self. But with being unique comes criticisms and some self-doubt that creeps in when silence falls heavy or when a night is sleepless. But don't listen to any of it, don't allow your light to be dimmed because you want to be someone who can fit into societies box. There is nothing lonelier than relationships being made with people who you have to be fake around. So be loud, be wild, be vibrant. You are this way for a reason, and it is to bring light and life to others. Libras are earth signs, and earth signs are known for growth, stubbornness, and grounding. Grow wild and free. No one sees a small and wilting tree and thinks it's healthy, be larger than life, Mae. It truly is a beautiful trait for a person to have. And the people or allies you collect along the way that see you for you, is just as meaningful. 

What kind of hunter you are! I don't think it'd start out as hunting for you straight away. But hunting, doesn't frighten you like it would for most. You've seen quite a lot in your time, and hunting was like a road trip just bloodier and riskier. Hunting hits you after you get that degree in Ecology and are working as a National Park Ranger. People are going missing just about once every two weeks now. Everyone is frantic, tourism is slowing down, FEDs combed the place and ditched shortly after. Nothing was getting done. So, you rolled up your Park Ranger sleeves and got your ass to work. You looked into the cases alone, you tried finding a pattern, and each time you looked something about "mauled to death by an animal" kept coming up. But there was just no goddamn way. The bears out here were pretty tame since people frequented the area and often fed the wildlife.  Because you don't take no for an answer, you studied deeper. You were driven by fear of what was out there and driven by wanting to get this done yourself and protect innocent lives from being harmed. You knew you could do it. You are capable.  You found old articles at the local Library about a monster that was once said to lurk out there. It used to pick off loggers, early settlers, miners, hikers, and so on. I don't think you'd think the idea was crazy for even a second. I mean maybe you'd think you're crazy, that you're looking too deep into it, but you have instincts that are going off like an alarm system.  This was a monster, and you were going to hunt it, because you don't start something to quit it. Not even when the risk is high. Because you always have hope and look for greater things. After the hunt was said and done, after you were bruised, battered, bloody, but very much alive, is when you knew this was what you wanted. You were making a difference; this here could be your escape from real-life. 

Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, and You! You met Sam and Dean around the same time you learned about hunting. They'd shown up posing as Park Rangers while you were on the clock actually being a Ranger. The Winchesters were looking into the disappearances and murders that you were in your spare time. You were the only person who was working there, the park was nearly a ghost town now that people were actively being taken or found half-eaten. 

Sam's first impression of you? He thinks you know something but are too worried to say what exactly it is. He knows there's more about you than what meets the eye, and he is determined to get it out of you. After all it could be a strong lead, the lead they're missing to get their job done and save people. Sam questions you thoughtfully while standing on the tan dust beneath his boots, he listens to you talk but also notices how you seem to question him right back. It irks him a bit. Mae, you're not an easy person to fool. 

Dean's first impression of you? Dean's noticing that touch of southern twang in your voice. He's weak for accents. He's not taking this AS seriously as Sam is. To him, 'Sammy's gonna be taking the notes', and Dean? He's going to make as many Western pop culture jokes as he can. Or at least get one "scouts honor" comment in, because he thinks Park Ranger uniforms look a bit like adult girl/boy scout uniforms. But Dean, aside from being a bit of a dick in the corniest way, he appreciates the hell out of how cleanly you can evade Sam's more prying questions.  It won't take long though before you decide to spill, it sure as hell wasn't the pressure, you could handle that, but it was when Sam said, "Anything could help, we'd like to protect as many people as we can.", that made you decide to help. You shared your monster theory, even as crazy as you thought they might find it. But to your surprise, they wanted to know more, they wanted to see your research, and to get a tour of the trails, and see the map where you marked out where each body was found. And in return, you want to be involved. 

Little fun things! While helping Sam and Dean hunt, Dean learned about the nickname you had, Ghostbird. Honestly, he'd make a tease about it at first, but mostly because he was pissed at himself for not thinking of it first. And now the nickname is what he calls you over the walkies with confidence and swagger. You'll be on another end of a building Sam, Dean, and you are split up to investigate. Static will cut through the silence, making you jump a bit, but you ease up when Dean's voice comes through, "Howdy Ghostbird, find anything yet? Over." You don't know whether to punch him or to let it slide, I guess you'll see where your mind is at after the hunt is finished. Sam listened to you talking about your heritage once. About how you used to come from a line of practitioners, but that was a part of your history you didn't dwell on much. Sam, he wasn't too against witchcraft, he dabbled a bit himself mostly for hunting, but hearing you talk so freely and almost fondly over something you hadn't done in ages made him feel like he should help. So, he taught you a bit of the ropes and even taught you more about some Celtic lore he knew to assist you in getting the ball rolling. 

Dean absolutely loves hearing about your stories from growing up in the South-West. He's a Western fanatic. And the way you story tell, it makes it all seem so detailed and meaningful, for him it feels like he's there with you. That you're both surrounded by dust, rustling fields of dried crops, the old creak and banging of some run-down building's door. He looks at you like you're the real deal cowboy. "You uh-.. got any other stories?" He'd as curious but trying to sound casual. Dean and you often share clothes. I don't think either of you really give a damn. And if he didn't share, I think you'd just "borrow" it and not tell him. It's nothing weird; it's just fabric to the both of you. If you're out of shirts, he will toss you one of his. If his flannel is torn, you offer him yours. Your wardrobes are mixed, and it's hard to tell whose shit is whose. It honestly becomes first come first serve between your wardrobes.  You often parent both of the brothers, or rather Dean with Sam rallying behind you. But they both get scolded often. You huff at them for leaving their things about, you make sure they're fed and watered, and you make sure they've showered because you are never going to be around men who reek like despair and regret, and you remind them to get rest. Not in a lovey dovey way, but in a "If you don't do it there will be consequences, and that means I'm making spaghetti for a third night in a row.". It shocks them when you first scold them, but that little drawl of yours does a lot to a man, and both seem to listen without a complaint. 

Extras! Sam admires your optimism. He also admires how logical you are, you're positive but you see everything for what it is. And you find beauty in the dark just as you can with the light. He's never really met someone who accepts the cycle of life and death like you do. Dean can be all mopey and refusing to see that there could be some good in the world. But you, you refuse to believe that there won't be something good to come out of this. You simply will not accept that your efforts will be in vain. That once the curtains are closed that there won't be something more to follow. Because you understand that nothing is that simple. Everything is complicated, but the idea of learning and understanding something that complex is a beautiful thing. On a case you and the brothers were on, you came across a black German-shepherd. It was a stray lurking around at the back of the abandoned building. He was timid, thin, he barred his teeth at you three. Sam and Dean, well they didn't exactly like pooches with black pelts after the many Hellhound incidents. But you were already bringing your tone up an octave and cooing at the frightened dog like it was your baby. That there was no way that you'd let that dog go motherless.

Dean hated the fact that the dog was going to be riding in the backseat of Baby until they got to the bunker. But when he saw how you fed it jerky in the palm of your hand, how you let it drink from your water bottle, and how you let it rest its tired head on your lap, he didn't want to say no. And maybe the fact you named the sleek black pup, Jameson, eased him too. 'God, what a liquor brand, I fucking love Whiskey. I should have a glass.. or five at the Bunker.' He'd think to himself but never say aloud.  Sam and Dean didn't really care too much about the whole, "Pets look like their owners' sentiment until they saw you and Jameson side by side. Black hair, sharp eyes full of hope, goofy smiles, and a rough around the edges touch, yeah.. that statement couldn't be truer for you and your canine.  You guys took up a case in Arizona, and you insisted on seeing the Canyon. Because in your words, "It reminds me of home you guys!". Something about dry heat, swirling dust at your worn boots, dead bushes, and warm colors brought you a semblance of true peace and a sense of familiarity for home.  You and Dean roughhouse, not in a full-blown hand to hand or mean way but instead it's shoves every now and then. He'll walk past you in the hall and push you or bump into you intentionally and snort a laugh over his shoulder as he looked back to see your narrowed eyes and vengeful expression. You kick his shin beneath the table or shoot your hairbands at him like a slingshot. Dean will yelp and look at you with the same narrowed gaze you give to him at his antics, and he'll laugh with a sly smile, because he's going to get you back for that.

Overall! Based on all of the wonderful information you've shared, like your zodiac, your favorite color, your past, your worries, roles, etcetera. I can tell that you are an incredibly intelligent yet rebellious person. You are grounded, but there's a liveliness to you that sounds so freeing. You know who you are, you are aware of everything you do for others, you just need to stop second guessing it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being different and hard to place. Would you like someone less because they're unique? I know I wouldn't. Because there is something beautiful about having a person so different on your side. You should delve deeper into cryptozoology, urban legends, parapsychology, mythology and theology. Something about it just makes sense for you. It's different, it takes you on adventures, it can lead back to your heritage.  Out of the brothers, You and Dean are the MOST compatible. I think you two would be pretty similar, you'd just be smarter and more responsible than he is. But once you two are goofing around with each other, there is only one braincell being shared. At least that's how Sam would put it. I don't believe it'd be a slow walk into friendship for either of you, I think you two would just click. 

He's likely to say, "They're the sister we never got, Sammy." As he claps Sam on the back and follows after you while you head towards the Impala. Because you're ready to hit the road and see what's to come next.  With Dean, both of you are emotionally complex and despite others' beliefs you two have serious emotional depth. That comment that was made five years ago? Yeah, it stung like a bitch, and the wound still hasn't healed, but you'll be damned if anyone sees you bleed. And Dean, he gets that. Hell, he listens to you. He doesn't make any sarcastic or snarky quips, he just sits there, crystal liquor glass in hand, and lets you vent or rant. And you, do the same. It doesn't matter what's going on with you, if someone you care about is hurting, you listen and are there for them. That's the responsibility you hold yourself to. Whether it's truly yours or not. Your rebellion started as a teen. No one had the right to boss you around yet they still did it; they didn't deserve to have that power over you. As you were free to do as you pleased. It was written in your Bill of Rights. You are reserved with your feelings, self-reliant, and future goal oriented, you choose methodical thinking over impulsion, and you can be incredibly diplomatic. You seek deep knowledge rather than surface level smarts. And because of your intuition that lies beneath the surface, you make intense connections with people. You're good at resolving arguments and maintaining harmony within friend groups. Because you're determined to make things work, and you are passionate about those you care for.  There really is nothing you won't and can't do, Mavis. And monster hunting, would be something you'd make work, and make look easy. You do it with smarts, methodical thinking, and then acting. You survive because you're a plan before action kind of person. You are good at resisting impulsion, and that keeps you safe. You would make a great hunter. And I've never read the bio of someone and thought that they reminded me of the song, The Chain by Fleetwood Mac.

I hope that this was good for you, if not, you can feel free to let me know! I always appreciate some constructive criticism or corrections! I had a bit of trouble writing this one. <3

@versipellish

[islaymonsters]

What kind of person you are! Gabriel, are you sad inside? So much so that you feel the need to talk, interact, and do anything to avoid it? I feel like yes, that is the case for you. You avoid yourself entirely and throw yourself at others. And every time you spark up a conversation your brain immediately tells you, "Hey, you're annoying." or "They don't like talking to you.".

You're incredibly social or at least you try to be, you're incredibly outgoing, but so lonely deep down that it feels like you're drowning in the dark. With nothing to reach out to, nothing to grab, no one to tug you out. I want you to know that it's okay to love yourself. To see your flaws and past mistakes and still be kind to you.

You're human, and if you're not making those heartbreaking or regretful mistakes again, then it is okay for you to move on. Let go of what is keeping you from seeing yourself as something more than an "annoying individual" or "a burden". Behind the show you put on for others is you crying for your own attention, you crying to be shown mercy, and to properly be taken care of by yourself. 

Give yourself some grace, Angel. Nothing will keep your from reaching the surface of the water that drowns you if your own hands are pushing you under. 

What kind of hunter you are! You're not a hunter, it's as simple as that. It's not fun, it doesn't stimulate you in the ways you want it to, hunting can leave you lonely, and you need noise, something to block yourself out. And hunting is hard when fight, bloodshed, and loss gnaw away at your chipper persona. And if you're in the hunting world, it's definitely for show.

No, seriously, a literal show. If you relate to Gabriel in any sort of way, you're a trickster, you're trying to compensate for something, you like getting the attention your bold actions get you. It is the only time you truly feel seen. You don't like who you are deep down, so when people do notice you, the real you, you don't feel seen you feel judged. 

"What could they like?" And maybe you start to resent the people around you who see you, or maybe you judge them. You fuck with hunters because they seem to have it all together even though their worlds are burning around them, sometime literally. But your fuckery, isn't necessarily malicious. Having an entire community of people seeking you? Hunting you? Fighting you? 

You feel like a star. In the show you started yourself.

Sam Winchester and You! You met Sam and Dean once they finally tracked you down. You were tricky to get cornered, but holy fire, it did the trick. Sam almost pitied you when he saw the pain in your eyes through the mask you wore. Even when you spoke boldly, laughed, mocked, and expressed yourself in an almost comical manner. 

Sam's first impression? You're a pain in their ass and the entire hunting community's ass. You're playing mind games, playful mind games sure, making them and others star in shows, getting them and others trapped in alternate worlds, and whatever else you felt like. But now, maybe it was pity, or maybe it was, "Why is an Archangel doing this?".

Sam was almost half-tempted to ask you why, if it weren't for Dean drilling into you like a drill sergeant. And after everything was said and done, they left you there, surrounded by holy fire, left with yourself and your own thoughts. 

"You can't do this to me! I'm an archangel. I'm the archangel, Gabriel. Guys? Hey seriously, let me out." 

Little fun things! It'd been long after you were freed from a ring of flame, when Sam and Dean came a knockin'. They needed your help. Dean looked like he'd rather die, Sam looked desperate and lacked the pride to keep that look to himself. But that's how you got dragged back into their shit storm called their lives.

After "working" with the Winchesters on and off for a while, they didn't seem to mind you as much as before. Dean still wasn't a huge fan, angels are dicks, but Sam seemed to like you. Maybe it was because he knew this was all a show. This.. crazy facade? It wasn't you. And what he's seen of you, makes him wonder why you even try to hide it. 

Sam likes that you like to talk, you're always say what's on your mind, in your own "I won't disclose any pain", kind of way, but at least you were talking. And sharing Angelic information? Yeah, he appreciated that a bunch. You were disclosing some pretty valuable information that could help them out in the future. But that's not usually why he listened to you talk. He listened because he'd get bits and pieces of who you are underneath this angelic disguise.

The boys left you alone at the bunker once, Sam assured Dean that you could be trusted, and well when they came back to see if there was any sort of catastrophic damage, they were surprised to see that you willed a part of the place to be a sweets shoppe. I mean, Sam was impressed by your audacity to do that to the bunker, but Dean? He would never say it, but he appreciated that it was a store full of candy and not something else. Like a Bunker destroying fire. Or an Atom Bomb. 

You and Dean bonded by engorging yourselves on chocolate, fudge, caramels, suckers, brownies, and other amazing sweets. Sam thought you both looked kiddish with pockets full of Jawbreakers and hands carrying giant spiral lollipops. It was comical, yet Sam was embarrassed by his brother's immediate trust in the candy. Dean could be kidnapped if there was a promise of candy being in the van. Screw trying to lure him with a puppy, toss a KitKat his way and he'd be tailing after you for more.

Extra! You're an archangel. Or so you say. But when Sam heard you shriek from the other end of the Bunker, he'd never run so fast and hard. And upon his arrival, to say the least, he was shocked to find you on top of a table screaming about a spider. That was the last thing he ever expected to take place in the bunker or rather from one of God's Soldiers. But Sam being Sam disposed of it, leaving you a very thankful but shaken up angel. 

Sam assumed your fear was just of spiders. Maybe you were an angel with Arachnophobia. That was until you two are out playing feds in downtown Boston, and a butterfly came around, here you were sweating into a puddle with skin ten shades too pale. Sam mentally logged your fear: Bugs or rather Entomophobia.

Sam doesn't really question the emotional turmoil you may or may not have inside of yourself, until he finds you isolated in one of the Bunker's storage closets crying and tearing yourself apart verbally like you can break yourself apart and then piece yourself back together, "properly" or "better". It was the moment Sam felt he could really trust you, that deep down you had feelings like he and Dean.

You being an Archangel comes in handy more than once, after all it is pretty convenient having one of the most powerful angels on their side. And thankfully it's one that realizes their father (God), really is a selfish dick. 

When Sam and Dean need something, Dean sends Sam. He's the only one out of the two, or rather three of them, if you include Castiel, that you listen to. Maybe it was because you appreciated Sam's strikingly good looks. Or maybe it was the fact Sam never really judged you? Everyone knew you liked Sam the most, after all, he was the only human you allowed to call you, "Gabe".

Overall! Gabriel, based on your favorite color and everything you shared with me. You need to try and heal whatever is going on inside of you. You're not a bad person; you're just drowning in a body that carries everything that hurts you. You're disowning the personality you were given at birth and trying to curate a new one to hide what you don't like about yourself. Let go of some things. Try to resolve others. Maybe even strive for some closure.

And if closure may never come to you, then the answer is to let whatever it is that's weighing in on you go. If you want genuine connections, or need real friends, you have to accept yourself. This mask? It is burying you. It is preventing you from making genuine connections because everyone you befriend likes this bold, silly, outgoing you. There is nothing wrong with being yourself Gabriel. There is nothing wrong with not being okay. There is nothing wrong with exposing your pain and being raw or emotional. You're a person beneath the Archangel. 

Sam and you, it's a connection that isn't exactly announced. Neither of you say how deep it is, neither of you say that you can see each other, it is just known. It is just instinctual. He has your back, you have his. He'll care for you if your heart is breaking, you'll do the same for his. But I don't think anything physical will happen between the both of you. Maybe it's because of how intense the emotional depth between you two is? Sam doesn't want it ruined?

But it's likely that he can see all that you are, and how you can see all that he is, but neither of you are open to sharing that. Sam can't fully love someone who hides behind a facade and won't ever try to heal that raging storm inside themselves. And you won't love someone if they aren't all the way in it. If that person won't drown with you, then they're not the one. You need reassurance, you need to know who is real to you and not. It's a constant push and pull battle with you and Sam. Longing stares, words that hit a little too hard, bodies that ache to soothe the other person. 

Hearts that beat in sync but minds that are out of rhythm. "You know I care about you, right?" Sam will ask after you pour your broken heart out to him. After you spill your pain. The words make you pause, and if he left you to sit in silence, they'd be words to overthink. "Say it, Gabe. Say that you know that I care about you." He repeated firmly. Leaving no room for an argument to be made.

"I know.. you care about me." You finished your sentence and swallowed right after. It could make you cry, you wanted to cry, but you're not going to allow yourself that human experience. "Never forget it." Sam finished. 

I'm sorry if this isn't great and that it took such a long time to come out, I didn't know what direction to take it in, and it's not really writing I'm proud of, but I hope it was good, and if it wasn't please let me know! <3

@splashthebird @archangelgabesblog

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[islaymonsters]

Fresno Nightcrawler Aka. TicTac On Legs

There have been claims that this specific cryptid is tied to Native Folklore, and I would like to preface that this so called, "fact", has been debunked. I don't really know where people got that idea from. This creature is not at all tied to Native Folklore or any Mythology for that matter. It is simply American Folklore and an Alien life form to Tin-Hat theorists. But to get straight to the point, this Nightcrawler is notably tied to Fresno, California. The Fresno Nightcrawler was first ever captured on camera in, 2007, by a man named Jose, just "Jose", even the man who happened to film this creature is just as mysterious as the being itself. But Jose, had set up surveillance cameras to apparently capture what his dogs had been barking at when they were outside at night. While reviewing the CCTV footage, Jose had seen two pale creatures, they had long legs, short torsos, no arms, no heads, and both figures appeared to be roughly 24-30 inches tall (2ft or 2.5ft tall), and they seemed to move in a gliding or in a puppet-on-a-string manner/motion. Jose's footage was featured in Fact or Faked: Paranormal Files and that's what gave this creature its popularity, but Jose isn't the only person to have seen this cryptid. In fact, it's been reported numerous times. The Fresno Nightcrawler has been said to lurk around Yosemite National Park, Montana, and even once in Poland.

The sighting in Montana, the one in Yosemite, remain the most popular alongside the one in Fresno. As all three were filmed. On April 25th, 2020, in Billings, Montana, there was a claim made by a man that he may have also seen the Fresno Nightcrawler on his surveillance footage. This CCTV footage was posted to YouTube, (The original poster has since removed his video, but it had been reposted by others.). It has been claimed that the very next day after the footage was taken, a deer carcass had been found not too far away from where this creature was sighted. So, the Fresno Nightcrawler, isn't exactly just Fresno's Nightcrawler, and it is now considered to possibly be malevolent? And the footage captured in Yosemite, in March of 2011, showcased the same creature as the other CCTV footages taken by others at separate dates in time. These little fuckers want to see the whole globe and apparently kill animals for fun. Now, you can view the footage for yourself and see whether or not you think it's real or fake. Many think that it's simply just a hoax, that it's a gimmick for the media to speculate over, others think this is as true as any other cryptid. But you can find the footage on YouTube and speculate over it yourself. I made finding the footage easy for you, Sweetheart: Video 1 (Fresno, California) Video 2 (Billings, Montana) Video 3 (Yosemite National Park) This creature is an alien to some, a hoax to most, and a cute little guy to few. To me, it's a TicTac on legs that may or may not randomly choose violence.

Just stay safe out there Slayer, the cryptids are watching.. ;)

[islaymonsters]

What kind of person you are! Angel, you are someone who is empathetic and caring by nature. You're tender and careful with those around you, and with the people you love, you immediately take on a very nurturing role for them. Because if you're not taking care of them, who will? You're also someone who is loyal to a fault. If your unloyal to someone, what awful thing did they do to you?

Even if the person, you're loyal to is in the wrong (reasonably wrong that is), you'll still stand by their side no matter what. You're not a big fighter though, at least not for yourself. You will have needs and wants neglected just because you don't want to hurt someone or push someone away by expressing them, but I do see you throwing down for a loved one if it means saving them or protecting them. Sometimes over something very minimal, you're very protective over the people you love and care about. But fighting on a regular? That is not something you want in your day-to-day life. You're sensitive to criticism. You already take every minor detail of yours and others lives to heart, and you're already so incredibly hard on yourself, so when criticism is thrown into the mix, you don't know what to do with it, besides punish yourself or completely get rid of whatever was criticized. Criticism hurts you, and you feel like you failed everyone around you just by doing that one thing that that one person didn't like. And criticism will throw your whole day off and make you wonder what else you're failing at. But eventually the dust in your mind will settle and you'll be angry at the person who dared say that that thing you liked was bad, or ugly, or weird. Cancers can go from Happy, to sad, to pure rage in a short amount of time. I feel you're likely no different. 

What kind of hunter you are! You were never born into hunting, and I'm not so sure you'd even want to be a hunter deep down once you're all the way in. Blood? Loss of loved ones? Fighting? Fear? That just doesn't really suit you. However, you will get into hunting, you are stubborn with things that your heart is in. Maybe a person pulls you in, or maybe a tragic event pulls you in. But it will happen, and you will make an amazing researcher and caretaker of your hunting team. Which is very likely to be what you'll have. Hunting solo just isn't good enough, and your hunting partners will end up being closer to family to you than anything else. Now, as a huntress, you pay amazing attention to detail. Your research will be neat, organized, and you'll pass it off onto hunters, with a cute little sticker slapped on the folder that you put your research in for them. Your work is always personal and heartfelt. There isn't a single thing that doesn't involve your emotions and soul. And hunters do tend to underestimate you for it, that you're too kind, too sensitive, or too emotional for the job. But you, will handle it just fine. Now, if you were to get into the field, I see you doing decently well. Adrenaline will make you sharper and quicker, but more reckless. You have a protective nature over those you love. You will selflessly throw yourself in harm's way to save someone, and that will likely be your downfall. But if you practice endless hours of hand to hand and with weapons, you'll manage just fine.

Sam Winchester and You! You meet the Winchesters when you, your group, and them, bumped into each other on the same Vamp hunt. Dean clicked with your team, who were all pretty rough around the edges, hardened, and had a pretty grim outlook on life, he paid you a little mind and gave a respectful nod to you when he read your research but moved on to discuss killing plans. Sam's first impression of you, he didn't know how someone so kind could be around these fucking assholes. He didn't question how someone kind could be a hunter, he's met kind hunters before, but this, it was just a matter of, "Why are you working with these guys? They're using you.." He never said it to you aloud, but he thought it more than once when he saw how rugged these people were, and how little respect they paid you when you showed them your work.

Sam admired your dedication to research, it showed your genuine care and thoughtfulness, and the 6'4 man hasn't seen handwriting this neat since.. well forever. Dean's handwriting was an unintelligible language he constantly had to decipher like some kind of prophet. But yours, it was careful, and it was surprisingly neat. He even mentioned that, "You have nice handwriting." He smiled lightly as he read your work. You're not used to such genuine compliments, so, I see you awkwardly laughing, saying 'thank you', and taking up a seat next to him. Because now your heart is open to him, and you want his approval, to take care of him, and to see him for who he really is beneath this logical hunter persona he's made to protect himself from this life.

Little fun things! Sam didn't want you around your current hunting group, not because you couldn't handle it, no he knew you could, you did before they bumped into you, but he dropped the Bunker's location onto you. Just in case you wanted somewhere.. nicer, and safer to go. The hunt he did with you and your team had his lover-boy heart enamored. Who were you before this? Why were you hunting? What happened to you? Are all things he wanted to know. Sam was a little shocked when you actually showed up at the bunker. You came with your duffle-bag and a gift, just something to make up for the fact you'd be there for a while. If you didn't bring or do something, the guilt would eat at you, you'd feel like a burden. So, you brought a vase of flowers, and some baked goods. Dean didn't mind that you were the 'too-sweet-to-hunt-girl' from the last case they were on, you won him over with the cookies you made. And he could see that his brother had taken a liking to you. Sam and Dean were baffled by how much coffee you could consume. Sam saw you drink and make coffee so much that he had the way you liked it memorized on the first day. "Uh-.. what number cup is that?" "My seventh!" You'd smile brightly at your cup like it was a lifeline, "O-Oh.. yeah, right." Sam would awkwardly chuckle and look back to the research at hand. The research you so gallantly offered to help with, without them asking. He liked that you could constantly read and not make comments about it being dull, nerdy, or boring, like Dean did. Dean called you two the, "Two nerds in a pod." And Dean thought it was funny every single time, even if it was overused. 

Dean saw it in his brother's eyes way before Sam realized he felt like this. His brother looked like a needy puppy whenever you walked into the room. You soothed Sam just by being near him, because you saw him as flawed as he is, and still chose to care for him, and you did it all so naturally. You stayed up late for him even if your eyes were heavy, and your body was tired, you listened, you understood him, you felt for him, and still saw a beautiful man. Dean teased Sam over his little crush on you, of course only when you weren't around. But the teasing wasn't fun anymore, not when Sam stopped giving him a glare, when Sam stopped saying "She's our partner, Dean." or "She's too good for either of us.". Sam accepted it, which mildly irritated Dean, shocked him, but also worried him. His Sammy might actually leave hunting for this girl. He could see how much more he missed 'domestication' since you showed up. Sam saw a genuine future with you. You made hunting livelier, the bunker homier, you made him feel a touch more normal in this busted ass world that he and his brother were just barely surviving in. He knew he wanted something more when he and Dean came back from a bad case, bloodied, bruised, wounded, and you were helping immediately. You sprang out of your seat at the Map Table, beelined for the first aid-kit, and got to work.

Extras! Your hands worked gently, but rapid. Your heart pounding in your chest and ringing in your ears, the blood and gore, the fear that you might lose them compelled you to work harder, and once the job was done you snuck off to your room to cry. And later you'd cry to Sam when he came to check on you. Still wounded and sore, but bandaged, cleaned, and stitched up. He laid beside you on your cot with your face pressed to his chest, "I'm not going anywhere.." He'd whisper against your hair, as you two both fell asleep comforted by one another. But it was just friends being there for friends. Right? Dean didn't think you'd have it in you when it came to fighting, you were holding your gun with shaky hands, your expression was tight with fear and worry, you were as pale as a ghost, and you barely moved. But the moment you saw him or Sam get hurt you were moving furiously. Your gun was finally making clean and clear shots; your body became a shield. But despite that, it was your last time working the field. They knew you couldn't do it. Not when you nearly died protecting them. Dean shouted at you about almost costing your life for them, how it wasn't your responsibility, that you were reckless, that you could have gotten them killed because you don't act quick enough, because you're too sensitive and emotional. Your heart beat a very sad song that night, your eyes pricked with tears, your head told you that you failed your family and friends, that you weren't good enough, that you let them all down. Sam could see it; he called his brother off and comforted you outright. Later, Dean would apologize to you. After all you did save him and his brother back there.

Sam likes to watch Practical Magic with you. He liked seeing witches in cinema that aren't all portrayed as being evil. He saw you posted on the couch with a fluffy blanket, a cup of coffee, and a snack watching Practical Magic, Hocus Pocus, and even The Craft. And he joined. He was a respectable distance away from you on the couch, giving you your personal space and all. But that was soon abolished. He liked the way you leaned into him, and he liked that he could hold you and be present in the moment for once. Sam and Dean walk pretty slow and steady on their way to interrogate victims. And because you're not Winchester sized, you're stuck behind them and trying to get around their big slow-moving bodies in your uncomfortable federal get-up. This is the only time they could really name that they'd seen you so annoyed. Because you were so comfortable with them, you just pushed right in-between them and walked ahead feeling relived that their slow walking was no longer a problem. Although, I do see you apologizing later because you overthought your actions and felt that pushing past them was rude. Sam likes to watch you dance when you listen to music. You get an eleventh cup of coffee into your system, your favorite music is on, and you just dance and sing along to it. It's normal for him, it looks so normal. You look peaceful, relaxed, full of life, and he loves it.

Overall! Based on everything you shared with me Angel, I can say confidently, that you're a very sweet and caring individual. You're genuine with those around you and insanely devoted. And kindness is a daily habit, there really isn't much you do that doesn't involve your heart in one way or another. For others, you're reliable, always there to help, and I can see you being the 'Therapist' or 'Mom' of the friend group. You're responsible, and you motivate others to be better people. No one has to worry about you being malicious in intent, you're sincere and one of the more genuine people the world has to offer. Your optimism shines through even when situations are harder than hard. You give people hope, you give people grace, you are a giver and a sensitive heartfelt one. Your relationship with Sam is something deep and authentic. Nothing feels forced, and everyone feels understood. Not on a surface level, but on a deep level. You're the kind of soft that makes Sam want to ditch this whole hunting thing and start fresh. You're the kind of woman Sam can see marrying and starting a family with. He adores your kindness, your compassion, and empathy, but he also adores how much you do for the people you love and care about, how quick you are to fight for them. You're a lot stronger than people give you credit for, and Sam doesn't mind showing it.

Sam, he makes the first move. You were too shy to, and he didn't want to pass you up, let you slip away, or lose you before he got the chance to tell you, "I love you.". It happened when you two were cleaning up the Bunker's kitchen, he came behind you while you washed dishes, gave you a kiss to the top of your head, and said "I love you." Before going back to the kitchen table to wipe it down. You didn't know how he meant it. Friendly? More? So, you asked.. "Uh-.. how'd you mean that?" You asked kind of worried about the answer. His brows furrowed as he tried to find the right way to phrase what he wanted to say because he was careful with you, he knew you'd overthink it. He used his actions instead. He set the damp rag down onto the tabletop and came towards you, he pulled you in, giving you enough time and space to pull away if this wasn't what you wanted, and then he slowly kissed you. He pulled you closer to his frame, kept a hand tangled in your hair, and the other on your waist, as he dragged his mouth over yours passionately.  There was no longer a question as to how he meant his, "I love you.". And once the kiss ceased, and he pulled back to stare deeply into your eyes, you said it back, "I love you too." Now, neither of you can stop annoying Dean with your PDA around the Bunker, you'll do anything for each other, and you'll never spend another cold night alone in your room as you two now share a bed and every moment together. I do see Sam getting you both out of hunting after Dean's final passing. You're both heartbroken by the loss, but ready to leave hunting behind with the people you have and each other.

I hope you like this, and that it is accurate to you. If not, don't be afraid to let me know! <3 @s0ullesslullab1es

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[islaymonsters]

What kind of person you are! Fawn, you are a charming, curious, fair-minded, and affectionate person. Other people want to be around you because of your natural allure. Libras are known for being aesthetically inclined and gracious individuals. Which means you never go out with a bad outfit, you try to look put together, and even if you're not up for chatting, you still manage to capture a room with your presence. 

Your need to please others often leads to a lot of self-neglect though. You're just so kindhearted and you'll often time try to avoid big or emotional fights. Which leads to a lot of your needs not being met or voiced. But despite that, you're the person others can call reliable. Once you've made up your mind that is. You're indecisive, balancing between heart and mind topics like you're on a tight rope. You'll want to do that thing because your hearts in it, but then again, the other option is more logical. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing. It just means that a lot of your decisions are made thoughtfully. And as an intellectually curious person, you ponder over every single possibility until you're stressed out, but with a mind made up.

What kind of hunter you are! You weren't born a hunter or dragged into it. I think your curiosity made you walk into it slow and steady. It started with simple research into mythology, then parapsychology, and so on. You read and read so much lore that you've been able to pick out your favorite monsters. Which isn't something many hunters can say that they can do. But even as unique as you are, I see your hunting style being pretty standard. It's your rides to a hunt that are different to say the least. You blast music through the speakers of your car all while mentally cataloging if you have enough bullets to finish off this werewolf or if you should pit stop for some more. You use what time you have to hype yourself up or accept that hunting a big scary and mean werewolf is what you're doing in the next fifteen minutes. And once you're on scene for a hunt, you get right into the zone. You force yourself to. Hunting isn't a job, it's more than your job, it's a part of your life. You're saving people, you're stopping evil. So, each kick, each swipe from your knife, each wound. It's personal and backed with emotion. Maybe not so much sadness, but passion for what you're doing. And you know you're good at it. Each fight has trained you for this. You don't care if your knuckles split, if your eyebrow gets busted, or your eyes is swollen shut, once you're done, you leave relieved and then you think about the injuries. Because in your world they do not fit the vibe. But on the other hand, you fucking did it! You saved people. They could be strangers, but they have a story, they have lives, they're meaningful! And you know your research and drive to push through anything for anyone keeps you going in the hunting community. I see you being well respected or being seen as bat-shit crazy by hunters. There really is no in-between for you.

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, and You. You met TFW through another hunter. Sam, Dean, and Cas needed help on a case involving something you were way too knowledgeable about. It was a rare kind of shifter, a Lamia. Now, they only reached out to get advice on how to kill it, what it was, its origins, and all of that jazz. But you weren't going to give up valuable information and then just drop it. No, you were too involved now, and you were helping them kill this shifter whether they liked it or not.

Sam's first impression of you was one of surprise. He didn't expect you to want in so fast, especially with three strange hunters you didn't really know. I mean he heard from the hunter who recommended you to them that you were pretty driven and curious, but he didn't actually expect it to be true. But here you were at the Bunker with an excited smile and a head of colorful hair getting to know them all while planning how you were going to take this Snake-Woman down.

Dean's first impression of you was "Whoa! That is some bright hair.", he said it so casual yet also surprised as he pointed at you and looked at your hair. Hunters usually kept their hair pretty natural, but he dug it. He made another off-handed comment about it being "Punk." Dean obviously was a bit wary though, you were a new hunter, but then again, he didn't get too much of an off vibe from you. Not when you were flirting with him and hovering around like a predator closing in on its prey. 

Castiel's first impression of you was similar to Dean's. He was shocked at how your hair looked. His head was tilted and his brows were knitted together as he thought. But after Dean snapped him out of it by telling him that it was just some hair dye, everyone got back on task. The only one who was responsible enough to focus on hunting and not your hair was Sam.  But for them, they didn't want to let you go, not after how well you handled yourself against the Lamia and had their backs like it was fucking natural. They kept you around, but no one actually made an official statement saying that you were in the group. It just happened. The unofficial 'Official statement' was getting your own room at the Bunker and your own coffee mug.

Little fun things! Dean and you would spar constantly or at least play fight, your playfighting was more or less roughhousing. You could take it, he knew that, and you wanted your hands on him, and he wanted to prove that he could beat you, even when he continuously failed and claimed that you were cheating. But hey, he liked your touch too, so maybe the sparring wasn't just about 'winning' for him. Sam liked how thorough you were about information on your favorite monsters. he saw it as dedication, Dean saw it as nerdy, Castiel still couldn't get over the hair, "Does it come out of your head that color?". But Sam was amused when you'd casually correct everyone on Wendigo anatomy, or Vampire dental patterns. "Since you know about their teeth so much, you should be a Vampire Dentist." Dean would make a corny joke with a snicker. And it'd usually fall on deaf ears, or Sam would just sigh and roll his eyes. However, I think you'd be amused. Castiel and Jack would listen to Scene music with you, it's such a stark contrast from what Sam and Dean listen to, and the funky beats would be stimulating for them. I think Jack would favor it the most, it's just so happy and upbeat, usually. I think the angelic beings would really enjoy it the most out of everyone else in the bunker. I think that at some point you'd gift Jack an old mp3-player with the music saved onto it, so he could listen to Scene/Emo music all around the bunker. Your people pleasing tendencies would lead to a lot of days or nights where you try to take care of the boys. Maybe you'll take a crack at making dinner or baking something, I think it will be successful or unsuccessful depending on the meal. But what I am confident that you can do, is remember everyone's orders. You'll leave for a solo hunt, or just to get out of the Bunker, and come back with their exact orders like the sweetheart you are. Sam is the most appreciative about all you do for them. He'll often thank you or take time out of his day to swing by your room to thank you for picking up, making them dinner, buying Dean a pie even though he should be on a baked-good detox. Sam takes the time to make sure that you feel seen, just like you do for everyone else.

Extras! Castiel is awkward when you try to hug him, he stands stiff and looks to Sam and Dean for help the first time it happens. He's also awkward when you try to teach him how to 'High-five', and now, after you taught him it, he'll do it randomly. "I retrieved the demonic tablet, high five." He'll stand stiff with a hand raised, just waiting for someone to slap it. Dean appreciates the attention you give him, not so much when you give the same attention to Sam. Not that it's jealousy, but it's more of, 'Sam won't appreciate it like I do'. Whether your touch is casual or not, he digs it. I think your romantic and flirty personality towards those that you find beautiful or aesthetically pleasing amuses Dean a lot, only because he's on the receiving end of it. After a few drinks are passed between you two, it becomes a horror show for Sam and he'll excuse himself from the room. Sam knows you like his biceps and build. You're not exactly super subtle. He catches your gaze a lot and clears his throat to bring you back to earth. He's also noticed because his arms are what you touch the most, or his back. You'll hug him just to cop a feel of his muscular frame. It's hard not to when you live with the world's hottest hunters. Dean likes watching you fight. He likes the fire in your eyes. You're scrappy, you move with spirit, and you make it look so natural. Like each move matters, and it does. To you, and hell it even matters to him. You fight for the people, and he can trust that when Sam, him, and you are out in the field you have their backs, and in return he has yours without a question. Sam and Dean are the only two men in the bunker that will help you dye your hair. Don't trust Dean though, his dye job will be patchy and he'll think it's funny, up until you make him buy you more dye to fix it. Sam though, he is neat, stylist neat. It looks good, and your forehead and ears aren't stained! If you do dye your hair on a random whim though, Sam does check in on you to make sure you're not manic or something like that.

Overall! Based on the information you've provided me, like your favorite colors, your zodiac, and other little tidbits of info, I can say that you're a charming, flirty, and caring person. I think everything you do carries a part of you with it. And you put a lot of yourself into everything. You make even the simplest things meaningful, because you're very likely a romantic. Even taking out the trash is fun when you romanticize it! You're also not standard, you're unique, you do have layers, but you're unashamed about it unless it affects the people around you. I think that you worry a little bit too much about what people think, and a little too little about how you feel. And if something is bothering you, say it! You are a good talker; you can manage a tricky conversation. It's all a part of your charisma. You are just a flirty, sensitive, and people-oriented person. Your relationship with Dean comes from a mutual share for good-looking things. He thinks you're hot when you fight and how carefree you get with him, and he also likes how much attention you give him. You make him blush like he's some teenage boy in high school again. He feels good around you even when he's wearing a beat-up flannel and old jeans. I think you and him will be better off as friends with benefits though. He's a really push and pull kind of man, and you're a people-pleaser. It will destroy you. Maybe confidence wise or emotionally. And you'll never bring it up to him, so you'll only suffer in silence. So just remember the line you can't cross with him. Don't get attached any deeper than that. He respects you as a friend, as a hunter, and as a person, but he won't love you.. he knows it'll fuck a lot of things up. He knows he'll run once he sees how passionate and affectionate you can be. Your relationship with him would start with drinks at a bar you two stopped at after finishing a case. There's one too many drinks shared, a few chaste kisses, and hands all over each other. Both of you will stumble out of the bar, somehow manage to make it back to the motel, "Let me have you, jus' this once, Darlin'.." He'll murmur against your neck as he kisses down it. And the rest is drunken history. History neither of you are sure really happened. But waking up, side by side in the same bed with no clothes in sight is probably all the proof you both need.

Your relationship with Sam would be tender, if he could get his brothers eyes off of you and if you stopped flirting back with the pie-loving glutton. If the circumstances were right, Sam's respect for your intellect, curious brain, and affection would send you two spiraling into an unbashful affair. It would happen after a near death experience on a hunt. You're both panting and teary eyed, both struggling to grapple with what just happened in that fucking warehouse.  It just takes one look at you to make him snap. He needs this, to ground himself, to remind himself that you're real, that what happened in there didn't take you. His hands are on your face, his lips are against yours, and it's a searing yet tearful kiss. He thought he lost you, you thought you'd lost him. The only person who's disappointed about this new arrangement is Dean. He lost his banter buddy. Your relationship with Castiel is nothing but pure. I think he likes learning from you since your aesthetics and tastes do differ from Sam and Dean's. You're not hardened like most hunters anyways; you have a heart and a good moral compass. But he's able to learn about different music that isn't all rock'n'roll, about hair dye, and about actual human affection that doesn't come out of a porno or from Dean's horrible descriptions. You taught him the concept of dating, hand holding (Casual and not), hugging, dancing, kissing, talking vs. flirting, and so on. Castiel doesn't go around doing inappropriate things at inappropriate times anymore. He's well versed on human interactions now thanks to you. And knowing that he can learn from you about anything, makes him trust and respect you as a part of their team. Which is why he's taken your advice on high-fiving and implemented it into his everyday life. That is Angelic respect.

I hope that this was good, and accurate enough to you! If not, totally let me know!<3 @saltcirclesigil

[islaymonsters]

Hey! ⚡

So, the lore states that every Prophet is protected by an Archangel— but when there are no available Archangels, what happens? Are they just out of luck?

And how do they figure out which Archangel is assigned to which Prophet?

Basically, what do you know about Archangels? Y'know for a friend.

Thanks! ♥️

For all Prophets and the Curious

New Archangel and Prophet lore is kind of on the downlow lately. But I can give you what I know! With most prophets that are chosen by the Lord, they can sense when angelic interference is going on, obviously. You can place where an archangel is on the globe, whether they're near or far. But that doesn't quite answer your questions.

You see, you'll never know what archangel is assigned to you. And to answer the other question, yeah. You're out of luck if none are near, well kind of. Angels they're pretty independent nowadays, they go where they please, they kind of do whatever they want now that it's a new day and age.

In fact, most prophets are assigned to themselves. Which means you need to fend for yourself sadly. You're left to your own devices after God chose you, even after knowing how big of a target, you'd be. But humanity is disposable, God can simply write in for more individuals to be made for whatever it is that he wants. He wants someone built like Channing Tatum to be the next prophet? Done.

But don't worry, there is a way that you can for sure be protected, and not just by your own hand. Other angels will usually come to prophets, through messages, through prayer, through the physical realm, you're meaningful to them, you're important, after all Prophet, you're God's messenger.

Angels are soldiers, God's weapons. They're already programmed to protect you and prevent the apocalypse. And hunters are usually able as well, if they aren't total dickwads who'll just use you for your messages and information like you're just a fountain of knowledge and nothing more. I mean, you'll die and they can just seek out the next messenger. No biggie. (If you know you know. They did that Sweetheart and his mother dirty.)

Although, if you truly are in need of knowing who your archangel is, you can ask around. And if you don't have one who cares, I'll have your ass. You shouldn't be exposed to the dangers of the Supernatural world because some righteous god said so.

And if you want to do this on your own, invest in damn good weapons, learn the lore, learn to ward, and you should be all set. Or become buddy buddy with angels and hunters, you'll need allies sooner or later when shit hits the fan. And I said when, because it will and always will be inevitable. You're valuable.

Stay safe out there Prophet, the world want's your head.. ;)

[islaymonsters]

What is a hide behind, and why didn't anyone tell me how cute they are?

The Hide Behind Aka. The Lurker

This is a type of cryptid that comes from none other than, American Folklore. It is a supernatural being said to prey on any humans who enter their domain, that being the forests of, North America, and the people they prey upon are hikers, campers, hunters, and anyone who enters what they've claimed to be their territory. The Hidebehind is described as being an abnormally large, tall, claw baring, and shaggy hided individual. They're even mentioned to be incredibly powerful beings, given their stature I would assume the same thing.

Now this cryptid, isn't what I'd call a 'Sweetheart', they lurk in the shadows and in the coverage their forested domains offer them, and they do that to hunt. They hunt people. Like their name suggests, the Hidebehind is known for being able to conceal itself to the point that once you notice it, it's entirely too late for you to do anything to stop it from coming and tearing you apart with its long nails that creep through their dark shaggy fur.

It'll use its ability to conceal itself to near perfection to strike and drag their prey back to their lair to be eaten. They're also suggested to be nocturnal beasts, they'll hit your camp at night, when the campfire is all that's left to keep your surroundings seen. They'll move through the shadows and past your peripheral like they were never even there, and that's when they'll get you. From behind, or once you've spotted it. But you can defend yourself against them, they have a serious hate for alcohol. Why? I don't know myself. But it hates it so much that most of their victims happen to be intoxicated. That's how completely adverse they are towards it.

This towering sheepdog-like creature is often blamed for early-colonial lodgers' deaths, and that blame has often been showcased in the media, through novels, film, and video games. They were featured in Pecos Bill Catches a Hidebehind, Young Wizards, The Desrick on Yandro, Gravity Falls, and many more. Now, this isn't fact or mentioned anywhere else to my knowledge. But I feel it may be possible that there is correlation between the Hidebehind and Bigfoot. Shaggy tall figures, lurking in the forests of North America, missing people. Could be a plausible theory.

Now, to protect yourself from the Hidebehind, if it ever comes down to that, if you ever have enough time to. A firearm to kill and alcohol to ward it. Hell, I even hypothesize that a homemade Molotov will do. Liquor, fire, on fur? Yeah, that's your best bet. They'd make a hell of a torch. But I don't believe this creature is even inherently evil. It's always mentioned that they attack people who come into their territory. That they kill hikers, lodgers, loggers, campers, drunks. I'm certain these people stumbled into their territory inadvertently and that's what led to attacks. Hidebehinds like many other animals don't leave markers for what's theirs. And so, they're simply territorial and defensive over their space, and that leads to accidents.

Stay safe out there slayer, the cryptids are watching.. ;)

(For those that'd like to know where I got this information from private message me and I will send the links to each article I read from to curate my post.)

[islaymonsters]

What kind of person you are! Ang, you are the kind of person that is in tune with something others cannot explain or want to fully understand. You are incredibly unique and imaginative, and in hunting it makes you openminded about the possibilities of what is out there. You are the kind of person that will hear about a haunting and will want the details! Not because you're just curious, but because you want notes to further an investigation you'll crack open on your own. You hear about demonic possession and think, 'Same shit different day'. You are also open minded with people and even empathetic. You like to listen thoughtfully and help where you can. You like to listen to understand, and often times you don't need to listen to a person to understand what they're going through or feeling. You're just that in tune. You're just that deeply feeling and spiritual. And that is a beautifully dangerous thing. You always have the upper hand in some sort of way. You're the friend that gets the off vibe from someone no one else sees has bad intentions, and you're always proven right. You can just sense these things and it's a little unnerving at times, Ang.

What kind of hunter you are! You're not a hunter, nor are you something entirely human. You were born with extra senses, and because of them you never felt like you quite fit into the world right. And on your journey to figure out just what the hell was 'wrong' with you, you discovered an entirely new world. The Supernatural. You didn't work like a typical hunter; no, I don't see that for you. You didn't bother with the whole hunts and murder. No, you researched your ass off, you became incredibly knowledgeable in an eerily dangerous sort of way. And along your research journey you stumbled upon Witchcraft. And with the gift of heightened sensitivity that you were born with, your casting became a powerful thing, and it also became a part of your downfall. The deeper you dwelled, the more your soul had become corrupted. It was demonic energy that had become attached to you as your power grew, and knowing what you knew, the only way to save yourself was to consume the grace of an angel. And you did as a last-ditch effort to save yourself. Your body healed, but the demonic energy and the grace did something unnerving. Because nothing ever happened normally for you. The grace and Demon abilities came hand in hand with one another and made you an entirely different creature. Something more mysterious than you started out being.

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and You! You met Sam and Dean during a moment of weakness. Despite how you carried demonic charge in you, your want to help others persisted. Your empathy didn't cease. They found you warding the very creature they were hunting into some kind of chamber. And power like that didn't go unnoticed by the Winchesters.

Sam's first reaction of you was one of curiosity. He'd never encountered something like you before. At first, he suspected you were just some type of witch, like Rowena. But he knew better. He knew by the way one of your eyes settled into a jet-black color and the way the other shimmered blue from the grace you consumed years ago, that you were an entirely different anomaly. He held Dean back as you continued to trap that creature in the crypt with a sigil drawn from the blood you bled out into a golden bowl, and by the mutter of an ominous chant you repeated rhythmically.

Dean's reaction wasn't as curious as Sam's. You were a monster. He hunted those, he fought those, he needed to remain wary. Even if your smile was tired and sweet after you finished casting, even if you tried easing him by explaining yourself and who you were to them. Dean simply couldn't trust you. Not off the bat, and not after what he just witnessed. You were strong, which meant you could be a real fucking issue for them later if you were as evil as the other things they'd encountered, and if Sam got his head out of his ass and paid attention, he'd realize that too.

Little fun things! Dean wasn't comfortable with letting you run off on your own after what he witnessed upon first meeting you. So, he charmed his way into keeping contact with you, 'just to keep tabs' he told himself. Sam, he wanted to keep in touch to understand what you were, and because he had a little more faith in you than Dean. You were protecting people by locking that monster up in that crypt, even if you did use magic to do it. Sam and Dean had Castiel check you out at the Bunker with his Angelic powers. Even your existence had Castiel confused and stumped. He may have hurt you a bit when he muttered in a whisper to Sam and Dean that you were some kind of unknown "Abomination.", but you were determined to prove them otherwise. You weren't a monster. Your knowledge and magical properties came in handy for them. You exerted a lot of energy at times to assist them with really dangerous cases where magic and powers were needed. But seeing the state you put yourself in just for them, eased their consciouses just a bit. At least enough to let you have your own room at the Bunker. Your love for Romance books is a secret between you and Dean. You two have what could be considered a 'Book Club', but it's highly confidential and it only happens when Sam is in a deep sleep, "So uh-..what happened after he kissed her?" Dean would ask in a whisper looking around to make sure no one else was nearby. Sam wouldn't let him live this down if he knew his older brother secretly liked the books you read. You binged every single one of Dean's favorite slasher films, western films, and even Scooby Doo to feel a bit closer to him and to be able to talk to him about things he liked. And in a way he appreciated it. Hell, he did not expect you to quote Scooby Doo the way you did, he also didn't expect it to make him smile the way it did.

Extras! Sam is constantly asking you to teach him more about what you know. And when you begin to absentmindedly chatter away about certain spells you did, or abilities you have, he's jotting notes down and looking between his pages and you like nothing else matters. He'd a nerd, and you're his new fixation. Even if the rule is 'Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole' there is a slight exception for you. If Dean knows you've had a particularly bad day, night, or the hunt wore you out, he'll let you pick a song or two. "Hey! Don't be thinking this is special treatment, Sweetheart. It's just because.. well you might turn me into a toad if I say no." He'll joke to brush it off. If the brothers come back from a hunt that left them each pretty bruised up and wounded, you use the grace that you have in your body to heal what you can. It's never enough to heal the full wound, but it does take away the ache, and it helps slow the bleeding, and for that they're thankful. You've been around the brothers longer now, so you tag along on a lot of hunts, especially after Dean taught you how to shoot a gun, and after Sam taught you some hand to hand. But sometimes you just skip the actual hunting process and blast monsters into oblivion with your demonic abilities. Sam stands there shocked and worried. Dean just shrugs, "Uh-.. guess that works too." Some spells are taxing on your body, and they lead to nosebleeds or unconsciousness. Dean doesn't know anything about that. It's not that he doesn't care, and even if he did, he wouldn't admit it. But he simply doesn't do the whole doctoring thing. But Sam does. Sam carefully nurses you back to health. And even when you're up and moving around, he's bringing you your medicine on time, keeping you hydrated, and keeping you fed.

Overall! Based on the information you provided me, your favorite color, and little fun details I can say that you're a very creative, empathetic, and trying individual. You like to help others, but not in the standard way, you're unique. If someone is having a bad day, you bring them a 'feel better' crystal instead of making them talk about it. You kind of like it all in your own little quirky way, and you don't judge others for what they like and how they do things. Well, okay, maybe you do just a little. But it's only because your way is so much more fun! As for your relationships with them. With Dean, he won't say anything outright, or at least he didn't until you two were a few drinks in at a bar he dragged you out to. As you're helping his drunk ass to the car he's slurring sweet things into your hair, "I ever tell you how good you smell, Sweetheart?" The little pet-name rolls off his tongue easier this time, and he'll even continue to say something like, "I could never hate you, Darlin'." He'll slur it out as you get him into the passenger seat. He's reaching out to you with calloused hands, to grab you by the hips and pull you over him for a sloppy drunk kiss. And the next morning he's pretending it never happened all while doing little acts that make you feel special. Like making you your drink just the way you like it. Sam will ask him what he's doing but he'll shrug his brother off like what he's doing is nothing special, but to you it is.

With Sam, he's so tender. He's attracted to your kindness beneath that otherworldly strength, and he just melts for you like putty. You'll be curled up in an armchair with a book in your hands and he'll keep glancing over with an almost thoughtful and dreamy expression. And when you come home after a beer run with Dean, he's approaching you like an excited puppy-dog. "So, uh- how'd it go?", he'll ask with a warm grin. You're something he can always learn from and never fully understand, and lover boy admires the mystery. "Tell me about that spell you did when we first met you." He'll murmur to you lightly while hovering his pen wielding hand over his old notebook, but as you're retelling the story for the hundredth time, he's not taking any notes. He's just listening to you repeat your first encounter with him, and his sentimental heart swells. But he'll never make the first move, that's all up to you. He's too worried about upsetting someone as dangerously powerful as you. Or ruining what you two already have. But while he's listening to you ramble, you pause, "Why'd you stop? Is something wrong?" He'll ask straightening up a bit. But he melts the moment you lean in a kiss him gently. He'll bring his hand up to the back of your head to pull you in closer with his big hand.

(I hope this was good and accurate! Please let me know if it wasn't!)

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