LAUREL WINCHESTER ALVAREZ // 36 YEARS OLD // HUNTER
Laurel Alvarez is one of John Winchester’s #hoechester kiddos. Her mom was a hunter, there was a monster...sparks flew. There were probably a lot of drinks involved but Laurel’s never wanted to know the details.
Her mom never told John or reached out to him about Laurel which was fine, she loved her mom. Her mom raised her right in a loving, supportive and ass-kicking home and when Laurel was old enough, she started hunting properly too.
But... Her mom talked about John Winchester. A lot. She completely romanticised him, their fling, explained why it never would have worked but he was a good man. A hero. Laurel never shared the sentiment. John Winchester just...wasn’t there. And she had no interest in tracking him down, meeting him or anything like that. She still doesn’t.
Then her mom died. Hunters do that. Only it was John related and Laurel knew it. She couldn’t help herself, she had to find out who he was---why he had been so damn worth it. And honestly? In the words of Bela Talbot: funny how the legend is so much more of the man. She talked to other hunters, looked into his sons (her...half brothers) Sam and Dean. She was on the outside, looking in from a very safe and far distance. She didn’t like what she saw.
And then it got worse. The Winchester name became synonymous with things like opened Hell gates, breaking seals (thanks a lot for that Rising of the Witnesses thing), the apocalypse. The list really does go on but then they sorta fell off the radar so.
Which pretty much brings us to now when Laurel was oh-so innocently working a job in Sioux Falls when bam, lockdown. Monster central. And what was it all about? The Winchesters. Seriously, no matter where she goes...
Most definitely doesn’t care or want to be a part of that family. Nope. Not interested. She just asked around about them. Once or twice. Whatever.
EXTRA FACTS:
Smartass, badass, great ass.
Looks like they could kill you, actually a cinnamon roll will kill you.
Ford > Chevy every damn time, get a real car dude.
Missus Steal Yo’Girl.
Quick to defend/protect women, even of the monster variety. Not everything with teeth and claws wants to eat you. Or, well, will.
Pretty grumpy but buy her a beer and she quickly turns content at least.
*Joan Jett plays in the background*
Loves puns ssh.
