#supernatural hunters

[nightingale2004]

Supernatural next generation: Destiel version

Jonathan "Johnny" Jimmy Novak Winchester

Faceclaim: Dylan Sprouse

Firstborn son of former hunter Dean Winchester and rebel angel of the lord Castiel

Named after his grandfather and Castiel's former host owner

He takes after Dean and would do anything to protect his family

Refers to himself as the "good-looking one"

He lives in Kansas with his family

Football, wrestling, and baseball champion in high school

Overprotective big brother

Helps Dean out at the body shop and is a grease monkey himself

He is a Nephilim, and his wings are pitch black

He has the keys to the Impala and to the men of letters bunker

They have a dog named Zeppelin and a little sister named Cassiela Josephine, but they call her Cassie Jo for short

Despite the fact he can fly, he inherited Dean's fear of heights or, more specifically, flying in airplanes

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Melissa Mary Novak Winchester

Faceclaim: Britt Robertson

Melissa is said to look like her grandmother Mary

She is the voice of reason and helps calm Johnny down when things get real.

She is a Nephilim, and her wings are light grey

She sings and plays guitar (thanks to Dean showing her a few things)

She loves her brothers but finds them annoying

She always talks to her older brother Jack

Loves the outdoors

Is a great cook

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Kevin Bobby Novak Winchester

Faceclaim: Jack Dylan Grazer

Kevin takes after Castiel in his looks and has a curious mind somewhat like Castiel

He's the goofy, sarcastic, nerd in his family

He is not a very good fighter compared to his older siblings and cousins since Dad's and his uncle taught them self-defense.

Loves his family

Stays up all night researching every ounce of supernatural mythology

Is also a Nephilim with dark gray wings with blue tips

He loves his siblings but never tells them that

He gets into trouble at school.....a lot

Creeped out by clowns and ghosts

He, his siblings, and his cousins sneaked off and hunted the supernatural until they got caught by their parents

Jealous of his older brother and his cousin Henry's relationship

[steddilly]

When Wayne moved to Hawkins fifteen years ago to case the town, he hadn’t expected to end up staying. What kind of hunter purposefully cocked up an assignment? A bad one apparently, but he was fine with that. He’d been sent to the small town in rural Indiana after a strange rise in creature sightings, that sort of thing didn’t take much time getting back to the kind of hunters led by his younger brother, Al.

He quickly found out that Hawkins was acting as some sort of beacon to supernatural beings, attracting them to seek out and settle down in the town surrounded by thick wooded areas. Weres of every kind. Vamps of every kind. Witches, shapeshifters, banshees, and just about every other kind of creature you could think of.

What started out as a task to infiltrate the town to get a better idea of the severity of the infestation quickly turned into something more, because then he got to know the residents as more than just what they were and began seeing them as neighbours and friends. They trusted him and welcomed him into their communities, even the supernaturals grew to trust him and he even watched some of them grow up. He couldn’t hurt these people, they weren’t doing anything wrong.

Wayne never heard much from his younger brother or the other hunters, he occasionally sent Al letters downplaying what was actually going on in Hawkins, it was a low level threat that almost wasn’t worth dealing with. He should have known better, almost two decades of peace sounded like long overdue trouble for a semi-retired hunter, and word travelled fast to him that there were two men asking about him. He knew his brother would eventually show up to track him down, but he never expected his nephew to be dragged out with him.

Albert Munson was a ruthless hunter, more of a shoot first and ask questions later kind of guy. Eddie though... The boy he’d left behind was more sort hearted than his old man, he wouldn’t want to hurt innocent people. Wayne would learn that Eddie didn’t agree with the majority of what his father believed, and refused to be brainwashed with his ideologies towards supernatural beings.

The real trouble begins when Al (unbeknownst to Wayne) set up a few traps in the woods and actually ends up catching a Werecub, who lets out the most heartbreaking cries Wayne has ever heard - but he knew what kind of cry that was, it was a cry for help and not just of fear.

“You’ve been slacking, Wayne. Barely a few hours here and we’ve already caught us a baby monster.” Al was so pleased with himself, standing proudly below the strung up cub with his arms crossed. It made Wayne sick to think that he had once been exactly the same as his brother, conflicted at the time or not, he had participated in the same things.

“Dad, there’s no us. I don't want anything to do with this. You’re hurting him, he’s probably just a kid.” Eddie denied, keeping himself well back from the situation, wanting no part in it.

It wasn’t long before the trio heard an answering howl to the cries, high and haunting and designed to travel - it sounded like a very pissed off mama, and suddenly they felt very unprepared for this expedition. They were expecting a Werewolf (the most common type of Were) or a Werebear (because of the cub), but what came crashing through the undergrowth was a monstrous coyote-looking creature, and she was livid. Her fur was shiny and well maintained, dark rusty shades of brown mottled with grey and blonde streaks. She chased the three of them through the woods until they were far enough away for the Werecoyote to double back and rescue her pup.

“Wooah boy, that was a close one!” Al chuckled after they stopped running to catch their breaths, as if they’d just been out for a jog in the woods and not chased by something that could have easily caught up with them.

The worst part was that Wayne definitely thought he recognised the Werecoyote, and if he recognised the Were then he definitely recognised him. Steve Harrington, resident Were and local babysitter to some of the younger supernatural beings in Hawkins, which meant the cub was most likely one of the kids he took care of and considered his pack. He absolutely knew who Wayne was, and now he knew what Wayne was.

“Relax, Wayne, it was just a ‘yote.” Al clapped him on the shoulder, something he bet his brother thought would be assuring and friendly, but it absolutely wasn’t. “Could’ve been worse. Would’a been a whole other story if we’d attracted a wolf.” - Wayne didn’t think so, but he was the one who was going to be suffering the consequences. - “C’mon, take your brother and nephew home for some grub, all that running’s worked up an appetite.”

[yutopia-eleftheria]

Criminal Case Inkember 2023

Day 25/30 : Ben Shepherd (Morning) / (Matin)

He may be an army soldier and a very tall and strong fella, but let's not forget that he is getting a bit old.

At 56 years of age, Ben Shepherd is getting a harder time at waking up in the morning...

[paguio1024]

Lego Piracijitsu: The Land of Seven Seas Landers seasons

0. The Land of Seven Seas Landers/ The Golden Age of Pirate Ninja’s Life - Masters of Spinjitzu or Way of the Ninja

1. Rise of the Five Armies - Rise of the Snakes

2. The Spirit of the Freedom Angel - Legacy of the Green Ninja

3. Reconstructed - Rebooted

4. Olympics of Superhumanity Competition - Tournament of Elements

5. Possession - Corruption

6. Timebound - Skybound

Special: Day of the Departed

7. Laws of Alchemy - Hands of Time

8. Children of Captain King Supremebeard - Sons of Garmadon

9. Unwanted - Hunted

10. The Stone Age of Demon Jaguar - March of the Oni

11. Secrets of the Forbidden Piracijitsu - Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitzu

12. Supernova Galaxy - Prime Empire

13. Prince of the Hill - Master of the Mountain

Miniseries: The Forest - The Island

14. Spacebound - Seabound

15. Petrified - Crystalized

Prequel: Tiny Tim - Jeepers Creepers

Dragon Rising - Phoenixes Uprising

[thesharpestlivesrp]

The Sharpest Lives

"The Sharpest Lives are the deadliest to lead."

Hidden deep in the woods of Forest Grove, Oregon sits an unassuming Sequoia tree. Over time, the base of the tree split, creating a large tunnel-like opening. Upon its first discovery in 1692, this phenomenon was claimed to be the work of witches and dubbed the "Gate to Hell". Anyone claiming something different, were promptly hanged from the very same Sequoia tree. Then, as the hysteric few died out, the tree became a relic to the residents of Forest Grove. Thought to be a gift from Mother Nature, the tree was celebrated. However, many who passed through the tree's opening recalled a feeling of overwhelming dread. Now, the tree is that of a small town urban legend. Those who know of its dark past steer clear and those that don't never return from the tree the same. In truth, the unique Sequoia tree was a naturally occurring formation. However, the unspeakable actions of 1692 created exactly what they feared. Born from despair and bloodshed was a true Gate to Hell. And not the first of its kind. It is said that there are currently five Gates in the United States alone. These Gates serve as a one-way portal to Hell, used mostly by Borrower witches wanting to trap a demon. Though, the Gates are also the cause of great fear among the supernatural. As it's told, demons roamed the Earth long before the creation of man-kind. And when man and monster first came to be, demons were intent on wreaking havoc on anyone in their path.

It wasn't until the formation of the first Grand Coven, an assortment of powerful natural born witches, that demons were banished back to hell where they belonged. Even with their combined power, the spell was a feat to accomplish and in the end, it came with a price. One by one, each witch that participated perished under suspicious circumstances. In their place, doorways to hell were created. This, and the Book of the Dead, were the only things they managed to leave behind. Since then, the Book of the Dead remained in the hands of the natural born witches, who vowed to protect the secrets contained in its pages. Because as rumor had it, the grimoire written by the first Grand Coven, contained a spell to reopen the Gates. Be it the truth or myth, the thought of releasing demons back on Earth was laughable among all supernatural beings. From the time demons were banished, supernatural’s had worked hard to live peacefully and in secret, lest they be discovered by hunters. However, while a manageable threat to vampires and werewolves alike, witches have become nearly extinct thanks to their tireless work. But, word amongst the more powerful of Borrower witches, is that demons have come up with a deal.

If they were to be released, demon’s have vowed to rid the world of hunters under orders of Lucifer himself. As word traveled, The Grand Coven vehemently opposed these plans, intent on remaining a permanent and peaceful fixture in the world. However, with an uptick in witch hunts and little help from vampires and werewolves, some covens of witches have decided to distance themselves from the Grand Coven and align with demons instead. This brings us to two weeks ago, when the Grand Coven was attacked and the Book of the Dead was stolen. Immediately upon retrieval, an unknown Coven of Borrower Witches traveled to Forest Grove to complete the spell and open the Gate. After their success, they were paid for their good faith with their lives as demons began to cross over. With the supernatural world up in flames, angels have descended from Heaven in an attempt to save as many human lives as possible.

𓆩♱𓆪 The Sharpest Lives is a 21+ supernatural based discord roleplay currently accepting new members. Join dedicated writers in the fight of good versus evil.

[strawlessandbraless]

Honestly it would have been too gay

[jonasdirection101]

Dean: “Are we fighting or flirting right now?”

Castiel: “My hand is literally around your throat.”

Dean: “Ok, that still doesn’t answer my question.”

[nightingale2004]

Random supernatural imagine:

Imagine if castiel was assigned to watch over the Winchester bloodline since day one.

Now hear me out. We know that Castiel was assigned to watch over Dean and Sam (mostly Dean 😏), but what if he was assigned before that. When the first Winchester was born, Castiel was immediately assigned to watch over the bloodline and make sure that it continued.

After centuries of watching Winchester, men and women become hunters and men of letters. He sees their ancestors in Dean and Sam all the time. And Dean reminds him of one of his ancestors that he fell in love with a long time ago.

Just a thought that I wanted to put out into the universe.

[illustratus]

Cover for Dämonenkiller #132 - Der Ritter vom schwarzen Kreuz

by Vincente Segrelles

[yutopia-eleftheria]

Criminal Case Inkember 2023

Day 26/30 : George Mathison (Secret)

George Mathison slowly putting his disguise off to reveal his true identity as a Demon, and consequently showing that he was a spy send by his Queen all along.

He was never really a member of the FBI...

[paguio1024]

Happy National Forest Day

Credit: @hammaddahmad, @m_garycc, @rsyz_3

[liel28]

I'll protect him.

If you even dare to touch him I'll murder you with a smile on my face.

[jazzmasternot]

Thanks @hazelfoureyes for suggesting I make banners of these working on stickers and pens possibly bc I really like that idea!

Reblog with your occupation and I’ll make you a banner aswell

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Home Sweet Not Home

Summary: The reader wakes up in bed next to a familiar but oh so strange man...

Pairing: Jensen x hunter!reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Hooo boy enjoy this one!

You felt warm when you began to stir awake. There was a heavy blanket on you that was nice, not out of the ordinary for Dean to pile an extra one on the bed while you were sleeping. You rolled over in bed, smashing your face in a bare chest.

“Morning,” Dean mumbled. His voice wasn’t as deep and you wondered if he was coming down with something. You blinked open your eyes, resting your hands on his chest, running them down briefly before you cocked your head.

“Where’s your tattoo?” you asked carefully, putting your hand on his pec, ready to use your nails in the shifter’s flesh as a distraction. But this Dean was chuckling, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

“S’on my shoulder like always, silly,” he said, yawning and sighing softly. “You okay? You’re tense.”

You shifted your head up, noticing the white headboard, eyes darting around to see soft light colored walls, a large balcony door and a window overlooking a grassy backyard and pool.

“What the…” you said, standing and hopping out of bed, glad that you were at least in the t shirt and shorts you remembered falling asleep in. You went over to the door and pulled it open, Dean out of bed and moving to the other side of the room, hitting something on a white thermostat looking thing.

“Honey,” he said, walking over as you stood on the small balcony, leaning over the railing to look at a patio and some trees. “Y/N. Everything alright?”

“Where…” you asked, Dean sighing.

“We’re in Austin,” he said, running his hand gently over your head. You turned to look up at him, spotting him in a pair of navy boxers that he normally wore.

“Austin?” you asked, his arm sporting the tattoo he mentioned before but it wasn’t an anti-possession one.

“Okay,” he said, gently resting his hands on your shoulders and pulling you back into the very nice bedroom, soft carpet under your toes. He sat you on the bed and kneeled down in front of you. “The doctor said this might happen so that’s why he gave us the list of questions, remember?”

You had no idea what the hell was going on but you just shrugged, this guy very kind for a shifter if he was one.

“Okay. What’s your name?” he asked with a smile.

“Y/N,” you said.

“Your full name, sweetie,” he said, still smiling.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you said, the smile wiping off his face.

“That’s your maiden name,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “S’okay. We’ll keep going. What’s today’s date?”

“Um,” you said, thinking for a moment, Dean cocking his head when you answered.

“That’s right,” he said, forcing a smile on his face. “Does your head hurt, honey?”

“My head? Why would my head hurt?” you asked.

“We were in a car accident two days ago. They were concerned you had a concussion. Last night was the first time you were at home. Do you not remember any of this?” he asked.

“Dean, I don’t-”

“Dean? You know I love a good joke but now is not the time, Y/N,” said Dean. You swallowed hard, Dean putting a hand on your head. “What’s my name?”

“I…” you said, looking around the room for any kind of clue. Something had happened after your witch hunt obviously. Same name, different person. You were still Y/N where ever you were but a different version, paired up with a different Dean that apparently wasn’t named Dean. You were well off if your yard was anything to go off of so you definitely weren’t hunters. “I’m just tired. Sweetie.”

“Nice try. What’s my name?” he asked again.

“Honestly?” you asked. He nodded, curiously looking up at you. “I don’t remember.”

“That’s alright,” he said, very good at hiding the flash of concern that showed up on his face. “Do you-“

A phone started to ring, Not Dean ignoring it in favor for paying attention to you.

“Do you remember how we met at all?” he asked.

“Working a job,” you said, his face twitching up.

“That’s right,” he said, tilting his head.

“I’m sorry. I’m just...messing with you,” you said, the man pouting. He opened his mouth but a doorbell rang somewhere, the man getting to his feet.

“I’ll be right back. Stay here,” he said, walking over to a closed door, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a shirt from the floor as he went. The second he was out of the door you started to look around, trying to find clues about who he was. You could always make a break for it but in pajamas you didn’t think you’d get far, especially with this guy’s sweet husband thing he had going on.

You walked through an open door to a bathroom, cutting through it to find a closet. You sighed, wishing you’d found something with a name until you jogged back to the nightstand, a wallet on top.

“Yes,” you said, ripping it open and pulling out a Texas license. “Okay. Jensen Ackles. 6’ 1”. Organ donor. Well that’s nice and all but I still know nothing.”

You started to dig through the wallet, mostly credit and reward cards, some cash and a business card with a doctor’s name and number. There was a faded picture of him and a woman that looked exactly like you, the worn edges saying it was probably at least five years old.

You put the wallet back when you heard him coming, sitting back in your spot on the bed, trying to seem relaxed.

“Who was at the door, Jensen?” you asked innocently, Jensen lifting his chin.

“Kid up the street. Girl Scout cookies. I ordered you some thin mints,” he said, padding around to the side of the bed, arms crossed. “Don’t pull shit like that again. It’s not funny. You know how freaked I was after the accident.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, his face briefly looking hard before he started to drag his toes through the carpet.

“I get this feeling you’re lying to me,” he said, looking you in the eye. “I’ve known you forever, kiddo. You have that look on your face.”

It’d be easy to lie and make something up. It’d be easy to fake a concussion too. Telling the truth would probably get you thrown in an institution.

Jensen tilted his head and walked over to you suddenly, grabbing your underwear and pulling the band down an inch.

“Hey!” you barked at him, kneeing him hard, Jensen falling to the floor.

“You don’t have a tattoo,” he said, getting to his feet slowly, pressing his thumb against your hip, wiping over your anti-possession one. “That’s real.”

He backed away from you, looking you up and down.

“You would never hit me like that because you know I don’t touch you like that and…” he said, tilting his head as he stared at your leg. “You don’t have a scar on your thigh. What…”

“Jensen...take a breather for me buddy,” you said, Jensen shaking his head. “I can explain.”

“Am I nuts? You’re not my...did I die in that accident? Is this some-“

“Dude! Chill. You’re not dead,” you said, Jensen eyeing you suspiciously. “You’re fine. I’m the one that’s…”

“Not my wife?” he said, closing his eyes. “This is one of those freaky weird dreams that seems super real. That’s what it is. You definitely aren’t-“

“Uh, I’m Y/N,” you said. “Hate to break it to you.”

“I was going to say, Reese,” he said. “You know, the character you play on a tv show. Now would be a great time to tell me this is a very in-depth prank.”

“Me? On TV? I have done some crazy stuff but that…” you said, Jensen nodding his head at you. “You’re freaking out.”

“Just a little,” he said. You hummed.

“I guess I have to give you the civilian talk,” you said.

“The what?” he asked.

“Just take a seat, Jensen.”

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[haircurlscas]

hunter!castiel u are so deeply loved by me