It's going to be okay.

What kind of person you are! Carmen, you are generous without any reserve. Which means that you give all or nothing, with very little in return, but usually you give it all, and leave yourself feeling completely drained. You are also a person that inspires others without much of a try. You just radiate warmth and kindness naturally, and that is something others admire about you or are jealous of. So, just be very careful about who you allow into your life, Carmen. 

There are people who will and maybe are taking advantage of your kind heart and shy spirit. Speaking of spirit though, I feel as though you're driven to find deeper meanings in life. You aren't the kind of person to accept things the way that they are, especially if they're heartbreaking. You don't want to believe that everything is always so black and white.

You want to believe that there is more to life, than just dying. You want to believe that there is more to life, than suffrage. You want to believe that there is always something to look forward to at the end of the day, because if you don't, I see you wanting to curl up inside of a hole and using a tiny shovel to put the dirt back over your body.

There is more to you than just that though. You're incredibly curious, and even intuitive. You're so shy that you're constantly feeling everything around you to make sure that you're safe, and that constant need to read a room or read a person has only gotten better over the years. So much so that you're there for friends immediately even when you only get the slightest hunch that there could be something wrong with them.

And when everything gets emotional, you don't feel it momentarily, you feel it the entire day, and deeply. You will over think it until your mind goes numb, you will question everything you did leading up to that moment as if you were the problem and the cause, and moments like those get debilitating for you. You can't do anything more than stay in your room, holed up like a little hermit crab. But I can assure you, you didn't do anything wrong, you've got to get out of your head.

And how do you cope with all of those loud thoughts and ideas? I bet it sounds like chaos inside of your brain. I imagine that you get plenty of migraines or panic attacks. That's okay though too, you're human, and you just think and feel deeply, which is an amazing thing. You're unique and special in every good way possible!

What kind of hunter you are! Carmen, as surprising as this may sound, I think you'd make a good hunter. Not good at handling the fight, but good with the people, and empathizing with them in ways that other hunters just simply cannot. Being shy disappears when something is endangered. Maybe it's the older brother in you. But you move on instinct. 

A child's scream? A mother's wail? A shout for 'help'? You're moving before your brain can tell you to stay reserved. I don't think you'd be good at fighting, but you'd be good at throwing a chair or maybe a book if you really had to. You might go as far as to make yourself a target to save someone else, and that's truly admirable. 

You're not the type to ever see your life as more worthy than others. And that makes you sacrifice a lot. You think that you're disposable. That you're the burden. And that is simply just not true, so get it out of your head! 

Carmen, you'd make a fantastic hunter. Better than most. Because not only will you do the job, and right! You will do it because your heart is in it. You will save people because you actually care. You will risk it all because you instinctually feel like it's the right thing to do. You will take on a case because it feels right in your gut. You will make a good hunter, and you will survive.

Adam Milligan, Michael, and You! You met Adam before Michael came into the picture, and you met Adam before he was trapped in the cage down in Hell. I feel like you and Adam grew up together. You knew him when he was just a lanky teen, you'd confide in him about your insecurities, and Adam would confide in you about never really seeing his dad. And maybe about not knowing who he really was, something you two had in common. You and Adam grew apart later when he started college. When he became a med student. 

You two communicated here and there over cell, but it never really felt the same to you. He was just so far away, and he always seemed so distant because of his studies. You felt like you weren't important anymore, that you didn't have your best friend. So, it was you who pulled away, because you wanted to seem less like a burden to him. And Adam being Adam, he assumed that was you saying you didn't want to be his friend anymore. He'd gotten used to that familiar feeling of abandonment by his father.

Adam's first impression of you, from when you were two awkward teens, was really nothing. He'd heard you speak up in your friend group, and whatever it was that you said was so funny to him that he sparked up a conversation with you right after, and the rest is history. Adam's impression now? Now that he's out of hell and has an Archangel living inside of him?

You were finally something normal. Something that brought him a bit of peace and understanding. You were familiar, you weren't fucked up family history, you weren't trying to end his existence, you were there and so very you. It brought him what felt like security again. And Michael was along for the ride. He's an angel, he didn't have much of an impression of you. But he trusts Adam, so if Adam liked this other human male, you were okay enough to let tag along on their journey. 

Little fun things! You'll be conversing with Adam, maybe about a new art project you've been working on, maybe about a new anime you started, and then his personality shifted, and now you were having to explain what Anime was to an Archangel. "I don't understand, Carmen. Why would they make shows like that?". Then Adam would come back to the surface and start the conversation up right where it left off like you weren't just teaching an ancient entity what Anime was.

Michael catches on to the fact that Adam almost congratulates you when you talk to strangers or even find enough voice to say 'no' to someone, or enough voice to order your own food at restaurants. And Michael hops onto that same band wagon, but it's not joking like Adam's is, it's like he praising an animal or it sounds almost sarcastic, "Well done, Carmen. You finally used your words." It sounds as sincere as an Angel can get, but it always sounds so sarcastic and cold, or he awkwardly lifts his voice an octave like you're a small animal he's talking to. 

Adam and you collect keychains and pins together. When you two stop at gas stations, or antique stores, you get 'souvenirs', which in reality it's a lot more than souvenirs. You two have an entire box you take with you on the road, that's full of keychains or cute little collectable items. Michael thinks it's a weird human thing, that this is something he doesn't quite understand the importance of, that maybe you two are like birds trying to build a nest or something, but to you and Adam it's a fun hobby.

Michael is surprisingly good at cooking. As long as it's food that comes out of a box. Because he's good at following directions and reading. And as long as it's for Adam. If you remind him that Adam needs to and wants to eat, he'll assist you in the kitchen. By assist, I mean he'll hover around and boss you about the kitchen, "Make sure to wash the dishes, Carmen. Adam did them last time, and he didn't enjoy it. It's also good for you to be responsible.".

With Adam and Michael, you really don't have to see a whole lot of hunting, thankfully. But if you ever had to, I doubt either man, sharing one body, would let you move a finger. Afterall, I think in their minds (Michael's mind) you're the feral cat they allowed to tag along with them, and who the HELL puts a cat into the line of fire? Sam and Dean would, but not Michael and Adam.

Extras! Adam, despite being laid-back, he will defend you almost immediately, or he'll let Michael front to do so. But if it's Michael fronting, he will, and always has taken it way too far, almost so far you two will have to leave the scene before the cops can arrive and try to take an Archangel into custody.

Adam appreciates the art you make of him and of Michael, he thinks it's a cool little hobby, but Michael is mostly confused, "Why are Adam and I kissing? How did you know we did tha-" Adam will cut him off almost as soon as Michael is about to finish, "Whoa! Michael and I, we don't uh- kiss. That's a really neat idea there though. I'm sure it's someone's cup of tea!" 

Adam, he always hears you the first time you've said something. He's gotten used to your quiet tone, so he already knows to lean in a bit when you're talking. Michael, he hasn't gotten the drill, "Carmen, I can't hear you. Why are we whispering? I've told you about this." Is what he will say before invading your personal space and nearly putting his ear to your mouth because boundaries are out of his realm, but he wants to hear what you have to say.

Michael looms over you like a shadow while you're trying to get artwork done. It'd be creepy if you didn't know him, but because you know Michael, it's chill, "Why did you make Adam look better than me? Do you feel as though Adam is better than me? Is Adam your favorite because you've known him longer, Carmen?", because Michael feels comfortable with the soft-spoken you, he will not shut up. It makes you wonder if Adam feels this crazy talking to him as you do.

Out of Sam and Dean, Sam would be more willing to communicate with you and get close to you. Dean, not so much. You're a part of his half-brother's past that he wants no connection to. Adam got to make friends, he got to keep friends. Where the hell was that opportunity for him? Nowhere to be found. Looking at you makes Dean jealous of his brother. But when Sam looks at you, he wonders how on earth you wound up in a place like this hanging around people like them. But I guess that's just Adam, the outcast picking up other strays.

Overall! Based on all of the lovely details you shared with me, such as your zodiac, your favorite color (also my favorite color too!), your worries, who you are, etc. I can almost confidently say that you're shy on the outside, but I wholeheartedly believe there is someone deeply passionate and strong beneath the surface. You just need to get out of your head; you need to shed away that insecurity and fear, and trust that the world will love what is inside of you just as much as what you portray!

There is nothing wrong with how you are, you are perfect as long as you love yourself, but I would also love to see how much you are capable of after you stand up for yourself, learn to tell others no and to fuck off, and how to accept that maybe not everyone will like you, but that you shouldn't silence yourself down so that they will. You're very kindhearted, loyal to fault, and intuitive in ways that I don't think others can ever fathom. You're connected to the feelings all around you because you've had to read so much for such a long time. You're seriously unique and amazing, Carmen. And again, you'd make one hell of a hunter.

Now, I think that you're compatible with both Michael and Adam, and I'm not saying that just because you adore them. I am saying that because I feel like you'd click well with laid back, sarcastic people, or people who've felt the way you have. 

Misunderstood, left out, and forgotten. You can connect with both Adam and Michael, and neither would feel pressured to vent. Although I think Michael will bitch about his father to you, and you won't have a single clue in the world as to what he is even saying. "Wait.. what do you mean your own dad just left you in hell?" "It's a long and complicated story. Would you like to hear it?" With Adam, he just makes you feel calm and comfortable, he's not judging you, he's never really questioning you, and he just lets you be you without making you feel like that's ever an issue. Adam is just as chill as can be around you, because you're his comfort as well. You're the silence he needs when Michael is too loud. You're the lightness he wants after a heavy day. And well, you're you, and that's perfect for him. "Hold up! You mean to tell me that Michael baked these cookies with you?"

"Yeah! Well.. I mean they were Betty Crocker, and he just uh-.. nevermind, yeah, he baked them for you!" When in reality, Michael read off the directions to you like a boss hog, and you followed through for him. But it was nice of you to let Adam think Michael did it! 

I'm going to be honest, it's been ages since I watched, Supernatural, so I don't remember Michael or Adam all that well. I watched a few clips on YouTube to refresh my memory, and I am just hoping that this is decent!

What kind of person you are! You're ruled by Mars, Stevie. Which means that you're passionate, motivated, goal-oriented, and wildly ambitious. However, you often set goals for yourself to achieve, and whether you achieve them or not is really up to you. Because let's be honest, you're amazing at starting projects, and coming up with brilliant ideas, but your follow through isn't exactly all there.

You get these crazy ideas and go to get them done, but you'll either stop once you see how much you've set yourself up to, or you'll stop because the passion for the project isn't all there anymore. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, you're just a difficult person to ground.

But despite all of that, I believe that there is a peculiar level of coolness to you that's been created over the years. Either from being told you might be too much, or rather it's been expertly crafted because of insecurity. You really only keep that guard up when you feel unsafe or uncomfortable with yourself/surroundings. 

However, I feel as though that calm allure does reel people in, and once that friend is made while you were calm, collected, and guarded, now they get to see the real side of you. Because you trust them. You feel safe enough to be vulnerable and burn your brightest.

The impulsive, energetic, direct, and adventurous part of you that's been lurking. Now feels comfortable enough to show itself. It'll either be too much and swallow other people whole, or it'll be just enough crazy for them to feel comfortable and reveal themselves to you as well. It just depends. 

And none of this is a bad thing. I actually think it makes you incredibly diverse, open-minded, and able to understand others who might be a little hurt beneath all of that humor. 

What kind of hunter you are! Stevie, I don't think you're too deep into hunting. The whole fighting for yours and others lives every single day, will never sound like your cup of tea. Because why are you risking your life for people who probably don't give a damn? Or why are you risking your life when you can write fanfic? You've got a life too, y'know, and it wasn't meant to be possibly taken by the jaws of a monster for selfish pricks.

But if you were a hunter, you'd be the one with a foot in and a foot out of the door. You'd never make hunting a solidified part of your life, that's a big decision. And if you did step all the way through that door, it was incredibly impulsive and very much so for the likes of another person.

Maybe it was all for a close friend or relative that you found worthy enough to risk it all for, but I see you regretting stepping through that door shortly after the choice to do so was made. So, pro-tip from a hunter, never choose hunting if you're not one-hundred percent positive it's what you really want at the end of the day.

Charlie Bradbury and You! You met Charlie working at the same exact Roman Enterprises, under the rule of Dick fuckin' Roman. You and Charlie usually only spoke to each other in passing, in meetings, or in the common room having your lunch breaks. Nothing too deep was shared to one another. It was usually just the mutual liking for nerdy things, sometimes debates over ships, or sharing new snacks and drinks with each other so you'd both get a try.

But once Sam and Dean basically kicked in the front door to take down Dick-a-potamus, you and Charlie were roped right into the mess. Much to your dismay and to her worries. I don't see you liking Sam and Dean all that much at first. To you, they're an acquired taste, and they're not your acquired taste. But in the end, after all of that craziness, and fear, it all worked out, and now you two were trauma bonded in a way, and closer than before. 

There's absolutely nothing like risking your lives together, to bring you two closer!

Charlies first impression of you was, 'Wow! Hot!'. Not just because of your looks, but because of how much fire you have inside of you. There's a passion in you to do more, be better, and to outshine the fuckers who shit on you in the past. And Charlie really admired that, it was something she could look up to. 

Little fun things! Charlie got you into LARPing. She dragged you along to one of her events, got you into a costume, and made you have an amazing day. Well, Charlie didn't exactly make you do it. I think LARPing is the kind of thing you wanted to try at least once but were too nervous to ever mention to anyone, or you were simply too embarrassed about liking the idea. And how dumb that was. You had a blast. 

Charlie and you stargazed after an incredibly long day at the fair. You did it together, alone outside of your tent, without Dean or Sam making things weird or monster related. Charlie was surprisingly (unsurprisingly) knowledgeable about astronomy, she named quite a few constellations you didn't even know, and it was just a sweet moment that brought you two closer together. And made you feel incredibly seen.

I don't think it was just Charlie you could connect to though. If you'd ever gotten the chance to meet Kevin or even Gabriel, I's see you empathizing with them immediately. Maybe not vocally though, you won't pry for answers, maybe make a few blunt comments here or there, but I think you have a knack for seeing what's lurking beneath peoples' masks. You can just sniff out the pain even if the humor on top is really good.

There will be movie nights galore with Charlie. Or you two would pick out a ten-season series to watch together and somehow manage to finish it together in under a month. And I feel like while you two watch it, you gossip about the tension between characters, make bets on who's going to make a move first, or who's going to die first. 

Extras! After the whole Roman catastrophe, you and Charlie rented out a place together, adopted a few cats, maybe even got a lizard, just friendly, totally not gay things. But that's not the point I'm trying to make, you two tried cooking together in your apartment for the very first time, and then the entire building had to evacuate within that same hour because Charlie accidentally burnt pasta and the smoke alarms and sprinklers were going off. Woops!

Charlie and you have your own 'office' spaces, directly next to each other, so how much of it is truly either of your own? Her's is for coding, hacking, and playing DND. Yours is for writing, catching up with friends, and starting projects that may or may not ever be finished. But the shared office space is a cute touch to the apartment. So is the little cat tower in the corner of your office. 

You and Charlie will rant about both Winchesters behind their backs, actually scratch that, you'll rant about their behavior to their faces, and Charlie will kindly back you up. Because she's a girl's girl, and you're her best friend. She's going to have your back no matter what. And whatever you had to say about the brothers was probably very true and needed to be said years ago. 

Charlie is the reason you were faced with hunting again, and she is also the reason you stepped both feet through hunting's threshold. She needed help with the Winchesters, again. And who were you to say no to a friend and two awkward dudes? You didn't think the decision through, not enough at least. And once you lost Charlie to hunting, and it was too late to back out, you regretted even saying yes in the first place. And through hot tears and heartbreak, you turned your back on the Winchesters without so much as another glance.

Overall! Based on what you shared, favorite color, zodiac, hobbies, I can almost confidently say that you're a passionate, assertive, enthusiastic, and warm person. But! You are also fiery and bold, and if you don't like something, you're not shy about saying what exactly is on your mind. You can come off as intimidating or too much at first, but once people truly get to know you, they'll come to realize that you're really just a fun person who's less stuck in their head than others. 

I also have hope that one day you'll finish that thing you started, or those things you started and forgot about or lost passion for. I'm also hoping that writing can provide you with what you need most, freedom, leadership, and a safe space to take risks. Working under a corporation probably makes you want to curl up in a hole and die at the end of the day, huh? 

I admire you, and I wish to one day be as spiritually wild as you are. 

You and Charlie would likely be compatible, either as friends or even as more. No move was made from either party during the time you two knew each other, or at least no move more than a couple of chaste kisses here and there that were just "friendly" was made. Charlie would be someone you'd grow a deep connection with, something I think you very rarely have gotten to experience in life, because no one fully understands your depth.

With Charlie, it was natural. You're both a bit weird, both nerdy, and both bubbly. It made you two a cute power duo, but after hunting ripped her away from you and left you withdrawing from her presence cold turkey. You're almost for certain to resent Sam and Dean, you'd resent hunting even more than them, but you still blame them for everything, before you finally break away and start over the best you can. 

But no matter where you'll go or who you'll become, a picture of you and Charlie dressed up together at the LARPing event she dragged you along to, will always rest on your desk. A reminder of the past you broke away from, but also a reminder of something you almost fully had. Understanding and peace.

I hope this was okay, I had written this out, was going to make the post, and then I saw that my file got corrupted and what I first wrote was gone. I needed time away from doing these before I could do another one all over again, but here's your 'You as a Hunter'! I'm so sorry for the wait! And totally feel free to let me know if this wasn't accurate! <3

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.