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Tsul'kălû', The Slant-Eyed Giant

Tsul'kălû', The Slant-Eyed Giant is a myth of the Cherokee nation and is among the most popular. The legend relates the story of the great giant, Tsul'kălû', his marriage to a Cherokee maiden, and how the people broke trust with him so that, ever after, he could not be seen, though his presence and power could be felt.

Tanasee Bald, North Carolina

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The giant's name, Tsul'kălû', means "he has them slanting", referring to his eyes. He is said to inhabit the top of the Tanasee Bald Mountain in modern-day North Carolina in his home, known as Tsunegûñ′yĭ. He is the Great Lord of the Game, the spirit invoked prior to and during a hunt, and he is said to assist hunters in tracking their quarry. As a spirit, the giant is invisible, and this is hardly unusual as Native American lore generally, and Cherokee tales specifically, abound with unseen spirits, but this tale explains how Tsul'kălû' came to be invisible and why the people never have, and never will, see him.

In the story, the young woman and her mother live in the village of Kanuga ("gathering place"), roughly, modern-day Hendersonville, North Carolina. The mother lives in the family lodge while her daughter lives in the asi – a wattle and daub house, often referred to as a "winter house", which is sometimes, though not always, smaller and more compact than a lodge. The asi of the Cherokee, historically, had no windows and a hearth in the center, and so it was always smoky and dark. Setting part of the story in an asi lends a comedic aspect to some parts of the tale, as the structure was not big enough to accommodate a giant, much less the giant and his wife, which would have been appreciated by the original audience.

This story – like the Cherokee legend of The Man Who Married the Thunder Sister, the Cherokee Ulunsuti tales, the Wihio tales of the Cheyenne, and the Iktomi tales of the Sioux – emphasizes the importance of paying attention to and following instructions. This concept appears frequently in Native American literature where supernatural entities bestow gifts on those who follow instruction, even if they do not understand the reason, and punish those who cannot do so. Frequently, the transgressor actually punishes himself or herself by failing to simply do as they were told.

Following instructions is a central cultural value of the Native peoples of North America generally, as it has to do with the observance of traditions, rites, and rituals, which need to be performed in a certain way, as they always have been, without deviation or innovation. In the following story, failure to follow instructions results in gifts withheld and the giant rendering himself invisible for all time.

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The following text comes from Myths of the Cherokee (1900) by James Mooney, republished by Dover Publications, 2014.

A long time ago a widow lived with her one daughter at the old town of Kănuga on Pigeon River. The girl was of age to marry, and her mother used to talk with her a good deal and tell her she must be sure to take no one but a good hunter for a husband, so that they would have someone to take care of them and would always have plenty of meat in the house. The girl said such a man was hard to find, but her mother advised her not to be in a hurry, and to wait until the right one came.

Now the mother slept in the house while the girl slept outside in the âsĭ. One dark night a stranger came to the âsĭ wanting to court the girl, but she told him her mother would let her marry no one but a good hunter. "Well," said the stranger, "I am a great hunter," so she let him come in, and he stayed all night. Just before day he said he must go back now to his own place, but that he had brought some meat for her mother, and she would find it outside. Then he went away, and the girl had not seen him. When day came, she went out and found there a deer, which she brought into the house to her mother, and told her it was a present from her new sweetheart. Her mother was pleased, and they had deer steaks for breakfast.

He came again the next night, but again went away before daylight, and this time he left two deer outside. The mother was more pleased this time, but said to her daughter, "I wish your sweetheart would bring us some wood." Now wherever he might be, the stranger knew their thoughts, so when he came the next time he said to the girl, "Tell your mother I have brought the wood"; and when she looked out in the morning there were several great trees lying in front of the door, roots and branches and all. The old woman was angry, and said, "He might have brought us some wood that we could use instead of whole trees that we can't split, to litter up the road with brush." The hunter knew what she said, and the next time he came he brought nothing, and when they looked out in the morning the trees were gone and there was no wood at all, so the old woman had to go after some herself.

Almost every night he came to see the girl, and each time he brought a deer or some other game, but still he always left before daylight. At last, her mother said to her, "Your husband always leaves before daylight. Why don't he wait? I want to see what kind of a son-in-law I have." When the girl told this to her husband, he said he could not let the old woman see him, because the sight would frighten her. "She wants to see you, anyhow," said the girl, and began to cry, until at last he had to consent, but warned her that her mother must not say that he looked frightful (usga′sĕʻti′yu).

The next morning, he did not leave so early, but stayed in the âsĭ, and when it was daylight, the girl went out and told her mother. The old woman came and looked in, and there she saw a great giant, with long slanting eyes (tsulʻkălû′), lying doubled up on the floor, with his head against the rafters in the left-hand corner at the back, and his toes scraping the roof in the right-hand corner by the door. She gave only one look and ran back to the house, crying, Usga′sĕʻti′yu! Usga′sĕʻti′yu!

Tsulʻkălû′ was terribly angry. He untwisted himself and came out of the âsĭ, and said good-bye to the girl, telling her that he would never let her mother see him again, but would go back to his own country. Then he went off in the direction of Tsunegûñ′yĭ.

Soon after he left the girl had her monthly period. There was a very great flow of blood, and the mother threw it all into the river. One night after the girl had gone to bed in the âsĭ her husband came again to the door and said to her, "It seems you are alone," and asked where was the child. She said there had been none. Then he asked where was the blood, and she said that her mother had thrown it into the river. She told just where the place was, and he went there and found a small worm in the water. He took it up and carried it back to the âsĭ, and as he walked it took form and began to grow, until, when he reached the âsĭ, it was a baby girl that he was carrying. He gave it to his wife and said, "Your mother does not like me and abuses our child, so come and let us go to my home." The girl wanted to be with her husband, so, after telling her mother good-bye, she took up the child and they went off together to Tsunegûñ′yĭ.

Now, the girl had an older brother, who lived with his own wife in another settlement, and when he heard that his sister was married, he came to pay a visit to her and her new husband, but when he arrived at Kănuga his mother told him his sister had taken her child and gone away with her husband, nobody knew where. He was sorry to see his mother so lonely, so he said he would go after his sister and try to find her and bring her back. It was easy to follow the footprints of the giant, and the young man went along the trail until he came to a place where they had rested, and there were tracks on the ground where a child had been lying and other marks as if a baby had been born there. He went on along the trail and came to another place where they had rested, and there were tracks of a baby crawling about and another lying on the ground. He went on and came to where they had rested again, and there were tracks of a child walking and another crawling about. He went on until he came where they had rested again, and there were tracks of one child running and another walking. Still, he followed the trail along the stream into the mountains and came to the place where they had rested again, and this time there were footprints of two children running all about, and the footprints can still be seen in the rock at that place.

Twice again he found where they had rested, and then the trail led up the slope of Tsunegûñ′yĭ, and he heard the sound of a drum and voices, as if people were dancing inside the mountain. Soon he came to a cave like a doorway in the side of the mountain, but the rock was so steep and smooth that he could not climb up to it but could only just look over the edge and see the heads and shoulders of a great many people dancing inside. He saw his sister dancing among them and called to her to come out. She turned when she heard his voice, and as soon as the drumming stopped for a while, she came out to him, finding no trouble to climb down the rock, and leading her two little children by the hand. She was very glad to meet her brother and talked with him a long time, but did not ask him to come inside, and at last he went away without having seen her husband.

Several other times her brother came to the mountain, but always his sister met him outside, and he could never see her husband. After four years had passed, she came one day to her mother's house and said her husband had been hunting in the woods nearby, and they were getting ready to start home to-morrow, and if her mother and brother would come early in the morning, they could see her husband. If they came too late for that, she said, they would find plenty of meat to take home. She went back into the woods, and the mother ran to tell her son. They came to the place early the next morning, but Tsulʻkălû′ and his family were already gone. On the drying poles they found the bodies of freshly killed deer hanging, as the girl had promised, and there were so many that they went back and told all their friends to come for them, and there were enough for the whole settlement.

Still the brother wanted to see his sister and her husband, so he went again to the mountain, and she came out to meet him. He asked to see her husband, and this time she told him to come inside with her. They went in as through a doorway, and inside he found it like a great townhouse. They seemed to be alone, but his sister called aloud, "He wants to see you," and from the air came a voice, "You cannot see me until you put on a new dress, and then you can see me." "I am willing," said the young man, speaking to the unseen spirit, and from the air came the voice again, "Go back, then, and tell your people that to see me they must go into the townhouse and fast seven days, and in all that time they must not come out from the townhouse or raise the war whoop, and on the seventh day I shall come with new dresses for you to put on so that you can all see me."

The young man went back to Kănuga and told the people. They all wanted to see Tsulʻkălû′, who owned all the game in the mountains, so they went into the townhouse and began the fast. They fasted the first day and the second and every day until the seventh—all but one man from another settlement, who slipped out every night when it was dark to get something to eat and slipped in again when no one was watching. On the morning of the seventh day the sun was just coming up in the east when they heard a great noise like the thunder of rocks rolling down the side of Tsunegûñ′yĭ. They were frightened and drew near together in the townhouse, and no one whispered. Nearer and louder came the sound until it grew into an awful roar, and everyone trembled and held his breath—all but one man, the stranger from the other settlement, who lost his senses from fear and ran out of the townhouse and shouted the war cry.

At once the roar stopped and for some time there was silence. Then they heard it again, but as if it were going farther away, and then farther and farther, until at last it died away in the direction of Tsunegûñ′yĭ, and then all was still again. The people came out from the townhouse, but there was silence, and they could see nothing but what had been seven days before.

Still the brother was not disheartened, but came again to see his sister, and she brought him into the mountain. He asked why Tsulʻkâlû′ had not brought the new dresses, as he had promised, and the voice from the air said, "I came with them, but you did not obey my word, but broke the fast and raised the war cry." The young man answered, "It was not done by our people, but by a stranger. If you will come again, we will surely do as you say." But the voice answered, "Now you can never see me." Then the young man could not say any more, and he went back to Kănuga.

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kingdumbass · 1 year ago

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Can You See Me?

written for @deancashorrorfest

story by @kingdumbass | art by @ephemerastardust

rated: T | wordcount: ~30k

warnings/tags: murder, urban legend about murder, egregious use of a ouija board, subsequent haunting, ghost!castiel summary:

Sioux Falls, South Dakota. 1995. After being stowed with their Uncle Bobby for the foreseeable future, Dean and Sam set out to make the most of their summer ‘vacation’. When they aren’t filling warm afternoons splashing in the creek, riding their bicycles, or suffering through old TV reruns, they’re in for cleanup duty. Namely, sorting through all of Bobby’s old crap.

One day, while rummaging through the long-forgotten attic, Sam discovers an antique spirit board and convinces a skeptical Dean to try summoning a spirit. The results of which turn out to be a little more supernatural than Dean bargained for. first look:

“Um, I guess we have to ask it a question?”

“Well, go ahead, Chief. The floor is yours.”

Closing his eyes, Dean hummed along to Metallica’s ‘Enter Sandman’ as it floated through his head while Sam brainstormed a good opening line.

Finally, Sam cleared his throat and asked, “Is anyone here with us?” to a resounding silence.

“Wow, Sam. Groundbreaking stuff.”

After a few moments of profound nothingness, Dean popped open one eye to search the room. Snake eyes. He opened the other to stare fully back at his brother. “This sure is fun, Sammy, but how much longer do we have to do this before I can go to bed?”

Sam ignored him and repeated the question louder, yet still got nothing in return. “Dean, why don’t you try?”

“And what exactly is that gonna do?”

Sam just shrugged.

“Fine, let’s see, uh… if there’s a ghost up here, show your ass so I can go to sleep.”

“Dean! It won’t work if you’re a dick!”

“Oh, no, did I hurt it’s feelings?” Dean laughed. “Fine, show your ass, please.”

Not even a hair out of place.

Dean sighed. “Look, I hate to break it to you, Sammy, but ghosts aren’t real and this whole thing is stupid.” Just as he got to his knees, the light emanating from the exposed bulb dimmed with a shudder, filament sizzling, before surging back on. The candle’s flame stretched and bent towards him. Sam stared at Dean with wide eyes, imploring him to sit back down. Fixing his calculating gaze on the bulb overhead, Dean inched himself back down to rest on his heels.

“Bobby’s house is old,” he explained. “The wiring’s probably gone to shit from the heat. It’s just a brown out.”

“Or it’s a ghost,” offered Sam instead.

Unbury the truth this October 👻🕯

#deancashorrorfest

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blueheartbookclub · 9 months ago

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"Exploring the Rich Tapestry of Sioux Culture: A Review of Myths and Legends of the Sioux by Mrs. Marie L. McLaughlin"

Myths and Legends of the Sioux, as compiled by Mrs. Marie L. McLaughlin, presents readers with a captivating journey into the rich cultural heritage of the Sioux people. Through a collection of traditional stories passed down through generations, McLaughlin provides invaluable insights into the spiritual beliefs, customs, and values of this indigenous community.

At the heart of the book lies a deep reverence for storytelling as a means of preserving and transmitting cultural knowledge. McLaughlin's meticulous retelling of these myths and legends not only preserves the oral tradition of the Sioux but also offers readers a window into their worldview, spirituality, and collective identity. From creation myths and tales of heroism to legends of nature spirits and animal guides, each story is imbued with symbolism, wisdom, and a profound connection to the natural world.

One of the most striking aspects of Myths and Legends of the Sioux is its portrayal of the interconnectedness between humanity and the natural environment. Through stories of animal spirits and sacred landscapes, McLaughlin highlights the Sioux people's deep respect for the earth and its inhabitants. These narratives serve as reminders of the importance of living in harmony with nature and honoring the sacredness of all life—a message that resonates now more than ever in an era of environmental crisis.

Moreover, the book offers readers a glimpse into the spiritual beliefs and rituals of the Sioux people, shedding light on their understanding of the divine and the supernatural. From the veneration of ancestral spirits to the significance of vision quests and sacred ceremonies, McLaughlin paints a vivid picture of a culture steeped in reverence for the spiritual realm. Through these stories, readers gain insight into the Sioux people's deep sense of connection to the cosmos and their belief in the power of the unseen forces that shape their lives.

In addition to its cultural and spiritual significance, Myths and Legends of the Sioux serves as a testament to the resilience and strength of indigenous storytelling traditions. Despite centuries of colonization, displacement, and cultural assimilation, the oral traditions of the Sioux people have endured, serving as a source of resilience, empowerment, and cultural pride. Through McLaughlin's careful retelling, these stories continue to inspire and educate readers of all backgrounds, fostering a deeper appreciation for the richness and diversity of indigenous cultures.

In conclusion, Myths and Legends of the Sioux is a captivating exploration of Sioux culture, spirituality, and storytelling traditions. Through its collection of traditional myths and legends, Mrs. Marie L. McLaughlin invites readers on a journey of discovery and reflection, offering invaluable insights into the timeless wisdom and enduring resilience of the Sioux people. With its rich tapestry of stories and profound insights, this book is a must-read for anyone interested in indigenous cultures, folklore, and the power of storytelling to preserve and celebrate cultural heritage.

Myths and Legends of the Sioux, by Mrs. Marie L. McLaughlin, is available in Amazon in paperback 12.99$ and hardcover 20.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 242

Language: English

Rating: 10/10

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Review By: King's Cat

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blueheartbooks · 9 months ago

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"Exploring the Rich Tapestry of Sioux Culture: A Review of Myths and Legends of the Sioux by Mrs. Marie L. McLaughlin"

Myths and Legends of the Sioux, by Mrs. Marie L. McLaughlin, is available in Amazon in paperback 12.99$ and hardcover 20.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 242

Language: English

Rating: 10/10

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

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mythicalcowboyatheart · 1 year ago

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Beyond the Supernatral part 1

Fluff!!!

An: also if this is absolute shit I'm writing this at 4am and I gotta go to work at 6am but I cant sleep. Also this is kinda non lore correct (if that makes sense)

In the small town of Sioux Falls, South Dakota, a young woman named Y/N Singer lived a quiet life with her father, Bobby Singer. Bobby was a seasoned hunter, well-known for his knowledge of the supernatural. Y/N had grown up surrounded by the paranormal, but she had always managed to keep herself out of harm's way.

One fateful day, Y/N found herself at the local library, engrossed in a book about ancient demons. As she turned a page, she accidentally bumped into a tall, rugged man with piercing green eyes and a leather jacket. It was none other than Dean Winchester, a hunter she had heard stories about but had never met.

"Sorry about that," Y/N muttered, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

Dean flashed her a charming smile. "No problem. I'm Dean. You must be new in town."

Y/N nodded, introducing herself. "Yeah, I just moved here with my dad, Bobby Singer. He's a hunter too."

Dean's eyes widened in surprise. "Bobby Singer? I've heard a lot about him. He's a legend in the hunting community."

Y/N smiled proudly. "He's pretty amazing. I've learned a lot from him."

As they continued talking, Y/N couldn't help but feel a connection with Dean. There was something about his confidence and the way he spoke that intrigued her. Little did she know, Dean felt the same way.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fluff

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chitrazblog · 2 years ago

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28 Symbols of wisdom & intelligence.

1. Raven

In Norse, Celtic, and Druidic mythology, the Raven is a powerful symbol of wisdom and intelligence. According to Nordic mythology, Odin (the God of War) was always accompanied by two ravens, through which he would gather information about the human world. Muninn and Huginn, the two ravens, represented memory and thought. In Irish Celtic cultures, ravens were closely associated with the Triple Goddess who took the shape of a raven over battlefields.

According to an old Irish proverb, ‘To have the wisdom of a raven’ is to have the supernatural powers of a seer‘.

2. Goddess Saraswati

In Hindu cultures, the Goddess Saraswati is revered as the Goddess of knowledge, wisdom, and the arts. Her symbol is made up of several vertical triangles (as shown in the image below), which represent her vast knowledge of the universe.

In her four hands, she holds four items that represent knowledge:

Pustaka: Also known as the Book of Knowledge.

A cup of water: It is believed that drinking from this cup will bring knowledge.

A musical instrument (Veena): Used to represent the creative arts. Saraswati is frequently depicted sitting on a lotus flower and playing this instrument.

A garland (Mala): Represents focus, meditation, and contemplation.

3. Lotus

The lotus flower has been revered in Eastern cultures for centuries, particularly in Buddhism. It is said that when a lotus flower blooms, it represents a person’s journey to enlightenment, self-awareness, and ultimate knowledge. The flower rises out of the mud which symbolizes adversity and persistence even in the most difficult of circumstances. Enlightenment and wisdom are the ultimate goals which transcend any meaningless attachments to materialistic objects and desires.

Lotus flowers come in a variety of colors, all with their own meanings. However, the white lotus flower is particularly associated with supreme knowledge and mental purity.

4. Goddess Athena

In Ancient Greek mythology, Athena was the revered Goddess of War and Wisdom. According to legend, she often gave her assistance and advice to Greek War heroes including Odysseus, Heracles, and Perseus. In fact, of all the Greek Gods and Goddesses, Athena’s counsel was the most sought after because of her effective war strategies and ability to invent useful tools. She was frequently depicted with an owl on her shoulder or nearby, which is why owls are considered to be a worldwide symbol of wisdom today.

5. Tyet (The Knot of Isis)

The Tyet (also known as the Knot of Isis) was highly regarded as a symbol of knowledge and wisdom In Ancient Egypt, due to its strong association with the Goddess Isis. According to Egyptian mythology, Isis was wiser than a million Gods combined and was well known for her magical powers. Her symbol, the Tyet, looks similar to the Ankh (the Ancient Egyptian symbol for ‘life’) and was often placed into tombs to protect the dead in the afterlife as it was believed to carry the magical words of Isis.

6. Wolf

Wolves are revered as ‘teachers’ among North American tribes. They are also strongly associated with death and rebirth as they are believed to guide the dead to the afterlife. As they travel up mountains to get away from people, these incredibly intelligent and social animals were quickly associated with the higher spirit.

In fact, the word for wolf in the Sioux tribes’ Lakota language translates to ‘divine dog.’ If you dream of wolves or see a wolf as your spirit guide, it is usually a reminder to trust your instincts and listen to your inner guidance. For this reason, many people look to wolves for inspiration when faced with difficult decisions.

7. Wisdom eyes

Wisdom eyes are depicted on practically every Buddhist shrine around the world as a representation of Buddha’s ultimate knowledge and omniscience. The eyes typically look out on all four sides of a building to symbolize his all-seeing ability. In Buddhism, there are two kinds of eyes; the inner eyes of wisdom, and the outer materialistic eyes. The wisdom eyes of Buddha are said to encompass both of these types, teaching us that ‘if we are wise, we can see past the material things and see the divine truth’.

8. Feather (Quill)

The quill is a writing implement traditionally made from the moulted flight feathers of swans or geese. They were widely used from the sixth century to write text or create images on parchment or manuscripts. The ability to write was not widespread at the time. So, the quill quickly became a symbol of intelligence, as well as social standing because only the wealthiest families could afford to teach their children to write. Quills are rarely used today, but feathers are still powerful symbols of communication, wisdom, freedom, and creativity throughout the Western world (particularly in Native America).

9. Lapis Lazuli crystal

Lapis Lazuli is a stunning celestial blue crystal that was first used to create Tutankhamun’s death mask in Ancient Egypt. It is known to be a powerful healing stone that can help you achieve spiritual truth and enlightenment. Over the years, this stone has been used to encourage self-awareness, confidence, and morality, earning it the title of the Wisdom Stone. It is also still widely used by faith healers, who believe that the deeper meaning of Lapis Lazuli will be revealed over centuries.

10. Nyansapo (Wisdom Knot)

One of the most sacred Adrinka symbols in Western Africa is the Nyansapo (also known as the Wisdom Knot). It represents a wide range of desired traits such as knowledge, humility, and ingenuity, as well as the idea that ‘a wise person has the capacity to choose the best path to attain a goal.’ The Akan people of Ghana hold this symbol in particular high regard because it is believed to empower one to use wisdom in decision-making.

11. Asters flowers

The Aster is a unique wildflower known for its star-shaped head. According to Greek mythology, these flowers were created from the tears of the Goddess Astraea because she was upset at how few stars there were in the sky. Aster flowers have a variety of meanings but are most commonly known to symbolize love, wisdom, and patience. They come in a variety of colors, including white, mauve, purple, and pink, each with their own distinct attributes. Purple flowers, in particular, are strongly associated with wisdom and royalty, and are the most commonly found variety.

12. Mountains

Mountains have fascinated humans for centuries. As mountains seemingly reach the heavens, they are viewed as the ultimate connection to divine wisdom across many cultures. For example, Mount Everest is commonly referred to as the ‘Mother Goddess of the World’. On a personal level, they represent the mental strength and intellect needed to overcome obstacles in our lives. The peak of a mountain is said to represent a state of absolute consciousness and a deep connection with one’s higher self.

13. Key

Keys are simple objects, yet they are also worldwide symbols of knowledge and success. Keys unlock doors that can lead to new opportunities on a physical, mental, or spiritual level. According to Roman mythology, Janus, the two-faced God of Gates, was able to see into the past and to the future. He was often depicted carrying keys in his left hand and was said to be able to grant success and new opportunities through the impartment of wisdom. Skeleton keys (which can open multiple doors) have been used as talismans and charms for generations all over the world. They are believed to assist you in seeing all the possibilities and solutions needed to make your dreams come true

14. Owl

Owls symbolize inner wisdom, change, transformation, intuitive development, good luck, and self-actualization.

15. Oil lamp or candle

Many ancient cultures have associated lamps with wisdom, knowledge, awakening, goodness, purity and divinity. Fire can be destructive in nature but when be used as a light source as in an oil lamp it turns into a positive force that allows for illumination and freedom from ignorance and illusions.

16. Bodhi tree

The Bodhi tree (which is a sacred fig free located in Bodhgaya) is a prominent symbol in Buddhism as it was under this tree that Buddha attained enlightenment. The word ‘Bodhi’ in Sanskrit and Pali languages means ‘awakening’. Buddhists consider this tree the ‘Tree of Enlightenment’ or the ‘Wisdom tree’.

17. Gyan Mudra

In Sanskrit language, the word ‘Gyan’ translates to ‘Wisdom’ or ‘Knowledge’. The Gyan Mudra is a hand gesture that is used during meditation that symbolizes one’s receptivity to learning and wisdom. When you meditate using the Gyan Mudra, you open yourself to the universal truth that you are one with the universe. That You are within the Universe and the Universe is within You.

18. Philosopher’s Stone

The Philosopher’s Stone is a mythical stone that allows alchemists to transform metal into gold or any other desirable substance. The symbol as such illustrates the interplay of the four elements of nature. In a way, the Philosopher’s stone is a metaphor for a wise mind that has the ability to work with any given situation and transmute it into something beautiful.

19. Third Eye Chakra

The Third Eye Chakra is an energy center located between your eyes. Meditating on this Chakra allows you to reach higher states of consciousness. This Chakra symbolizes, wisdom, intuition, consciousness, higher perspectives, inner realms and enlightenment.

20. Dolphin/ Whale

Dolphins are highly intelligent animals that represent peace, balance, harmony, loyalty, insight and wisdom. Dolphins are quick learners and have demonstrated traits of self awareness, empathy, innovation, problem-solving, joy and playfulness.

21. Sapphires

Among other things the Sapphire gemstone symbolizes intuition, insight and spiritual clarity. Sapphires are seen as stones of wisdom, prophecy and divinity.

22. Elephants

Elephants are associated with wisdom, good luck, protection, strength, remover of obstacles (including obstacles in the mind) and positive energy. Elephants have the largest brain of any land animal which is also one of the reasons why they are associated with wisdom and knowledge.

23. Lord Ganesha

Lord Ganesha is the Elephant headed Hindu God who is traditionally worshipped before staring any new venture as he helps clear all obstacles paving the path to success and achievement. Just like an elephant clears the trees and obstacles in its way using its innate power, Ganesha clears obstacles in your way as well as in your mind bringing much needed clarity and wisdom.

24. Walnuts

Walnuts look a lot like the human brain, with two lobes full of convoluted wrinkles. Walnuts also contain a host of nutrients that can help enhance the functionality of your brain. Not surprisingly, walnuts are associated with intelligence, wisdom, clarity, focus and inspiration.

25. Ibis bird

The ibis is a quiet bird that symbolizes the need to be calm and mindful while you go about your day to day activities. The bird symbolizes balance, adaptability, calmness, mindfulness and wisdom. Ibis was considered a sacred bird in ancient Egyptian society and was associated with wisdom and learning. The bird was worshipped as the God Thoth.

26. Wisdom Teeth

Wisdom teeth appear during the late teen years when a person is considered mentally and physically mature. This is also the reason why they are associated with wisdom.

27. Prayer/mala beads

From centuries, Mala Beads (also known as Japa Mala) have been used as a meditation/prayer tool as they help the mind focus. And it is during this focus that one attains higher realizations. This is why mala beads are associated with clarity, higher consciousness, divinity, and wisdom. The mala generally consists of 108 beads which is a holistic number symbolizing the entire universe.

28. Thoth is the Egyptian God of the Moon, Realizations, Learning and Writing. In-fact, Thoth is considered the inventor of writing and the creator of languages. Thoth has the head of an ibis bird and holds a papyrus scroll, reed pen and a writing palette. All of these symbols are associated with wisdom, learning and awakening.

Everywhere you look, you are likely to find symbols of wisdom and knowledge. They remind us of the true purpose of life which, in many cultures, is spiritual enlightenment. Yet, we can also use them in everyday life to remind us of our goals and encourage us to continue learning. According to a well-known ancient Sanskrit proverb:

“Knowledge is power”.

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ezilyamuzed · 7 years ago

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There’s no place like home -Part One

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester's world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place between 13.17 and 13.18.

Warnings: language, blood, and mentions of death. POV may switch after certain sections.

A/N: I am new at posting these online, so please be patient. Do not mistake my lack of experience for ignorance if I do not quite get it yet. Sorry for any grammatical errors. This is part one of a series that has been in the works while watching the episodes unfold. Thanks for taking the time to read! Comments are always appreciated.

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It had been three weeks since your mother's death when you started to pack your things into the standard boring cardboard boxes. A new life. A new start. That is what you needed. You looked at the pictures as you wrapped them gently in the newspaper while putting them away in the boxes. You smiled when you looked at pictures of her and you, when everything was perfect. Your white picket fence life that you had taken for granted all those years when trying to rebel against her warnings. Monsters were real, and you could see them. “Why would a sane person go towards the darkness when there was no light to be found on the other side?” was always the question she asked during arguments. You never quite had the answer, but always tried to defend yourself by saying because you could, you should. Your eyes start to welt up when you hold the mahogany frame that used to sit by your mother's bed all your life. It was a simple picture of a countryside that your grandfather took when she was a young girl with his scribbled writing at the bottom- “There's no place like home”. Kansas. You were headed to Kansas.

"I'm going home, mom,” you whispered to yourself as you gently wrapped the frame and placed it into a box. The tears pushing through until one falls slowly down your cheek. You sighed as you dried your eyes to continue with the exhaustive task of packing away your life.

It had not been an easy decision. Your career was just taking off when you became an associate professor at the local university only two years ago in parapsychology. Most of your colleagues criticized it was not an actual field of study that was credible. Research on the paranormal was a waste of funding they would say. Of course, they didn't know what was really out there. You knew what hid in the darkness. You could see them. You faced most of them before. Hell, you even became associates with some of them. There was also nothing real holding you back here anymore besides your work. No boyfriend, no family, and only a handful of people that you would consider friends. You were too different for anyone to understand, so allowing yourself to not become attached to others was just easier. There was also the fact that with what you did in your spare time could possibly lead others to harm. Keeping others safe was your responsibility that you held to the highest priority. Keeping others away meant keeping them safe. No one gets hurt.

Your mom was relieved when you had told her that you wanted to be a psychologist to help people in a different way. She wasn’t too thrilled when you told her what field specifically you were going into. She considered it potential for stepping back into the darkness which you would inevitably be consumed in. At least you were trying to have a normal life, well, as normal as it could be. You had found a way to teach about the supernatural, without bluntly screaming that they were not in fact myths and legends. Your mother had always wanted more for you, but to you this was as good as it was ever going to get. Using your skills to help others by any means necessary. The more knowledge you could give to others could potentially save them when they were faced with the real dangers in the world.

Everything for you changed three weeks ago when that night happened. The night that led to you saying goodbye to the life you knew. Your mother laying on her bed, tired from fighting the cancer. You knew it was bound to happen, but she was so brave during it all that you didn't expect it to happen so soon. That night she handed you a photograph and finally told you the truth. Your father was Robert Singer of Sioux Falls, not the man that you had known throughout most of your life. The man who taught you everything about cars, how to shoot and how to fight. He had no idea that you would use the skills he taught you when you started looking for supernatural trouble. He had meant it to be a skill that provided comfort since you had believed that you were seeing monsters everywhere you turned. He never really believed you, but why would he? He just happened to show up when you were too young to remember and left too soon in a car accident when you were just 17. Not your real dad, just someone who filled the position. Your real dad? It was a man that your mother had known through her travels when she was young. A relationship that was but couldn’t be for some reason that she would not disclose during her last moments. All you could do after was stare at it and wonder who he was as the sound of your mother’s last breath rang in your ears and she was gone.

It had only been a second since you had seen her light fade out that another light entered the room. Not really a light though, more of just a solemn darkness that surrounded a beautiful women with ebony skin. Her eyes filled with compassion as she took your mother’s hand, and there she rose in front of you. Her light. Her perfect light. She smiled at you and said “Find him. Goodbye sweetheart.” With that they were gone, and you were alone in the world.

While packing everything away to your new life you could not shake her last words to find him and the curiosity grew inside of you. This Robert Singer. Was he like you? Did he know what goes bump in the night? Did he also have the pushing inside of him to help others? The decision was made, you had to meet him. You had to know about him. You made the plan, on your way to your new start you were going to find him. The only questions then were how and what would you do once you found him?

The car ride was exhausting while riding for the last almost 18 hours. Stopping only really to pee and grab something greasy from a random fast food restaurant. You had to be at your new job in a week at another University for a meet and greet, which you were not looking forward to. The detour was going to put you into a little bit of a time crunch since you didn’t know exactly how you were going to find him and what would happen after. Construction stops had been irritating but this was the norm at the end of spring. The warm sun and cool breeze through most of your journey provided comfort that while things were changing for you, the world remained the same.

At least you had your baby to get you to your destination. Your dark purple, almost black, '69 Chevy Camaro that your dad gave you for your 16th birthday. Well, the dad you knew. He even taught you the ins and outs so that you would never be stranded or swindled by the sexist mechanics. You always made sure that during the little spare time that you had that she was clean and running pristine. She was yours to take care of, and she took care of you all these years later. No matter what, she was home for you.

It was about 6 o'clock when you arrived in Sioux Falls Sunday night. Feeling the exhaustion take over you stopped by the nearest hotel that didn't seem like it was the home of "by the hour specials". Hotels aren't the cleanest in the first place, but why subject yourself to God knows what? It was also probably safer since you were a single girl traveling across the country alone. You really didn’t want to have to worry about having to deal with creeps loitering the security lacking grungy hotels. You checked with the overly friendly concierge for three nights. "God I hope everyone here isn't like this," you thought. Getting to your room using the little magnetic card, you see that it is a simple set up. A bed, a bathroom, and some odd ended furniture. Just what you needed. You laid down hard on the bed and let your consciousness fade away.

When you awoke you saw that it was 10 am the next day. You definitely needed that extra-long sleep to catch yourself up and be mentally prepared for whatever came next. Today was the day. You were going to find your real dad. Unfortunately, all you found on him was a mention of an old scrap yard he owned in an almost 10 year old online article. Apparently your mom had a type: greasy mechanics. There was no phone number and it had looked like the area where it had stood was vacant now. The only other logical thing you decided to do was to head to the local sheriff’s department to see if anyone there knew him or at least of him and where he might be.

Walking into the sheriff’s department a few hours later seemed oddly familiar to you. Of course, as a teenager, may have been in one or two times overnight. You found yourself in custody frequently trying not to give away the real reason why you were in unusual places as you were interrogated by the unknowing officers. If they only knew. It helped that your mom was a well-respected history professor at the University that always would come up with a convincing reason for you being in the middle of some unbelievable situations so they would drop it and let you walk. Of course after there would always be an argument between you and your mother in how you should leave it alone. The constant battle that no one ever won.

"Excuse me, I am looking for information about a person who is or at least was a resident here. Named Robert Singer,” you said shyly to the uniformed man sitting behind a desk staring at an ancient computer screen.

He looked up at you and blinked rapidly before responding. "Bobby Singer? I haven't heard that name in years. What do you want with that old drunk?”

"I guess, well... he is my father," you managed to mumble out to him. Great, an old drunk. Just what you needed in your life. You did always wonder where your capability to hold copious amounts of alcohol came from since your mother never indulged in anything but a glass of wine at functions.

There was a look of shock in the man's eyes as he processed what you had just said, which did not make you feel comforted given your present situation. Great. Judgement. In any other circumstance you would call him out, but in this case you needed whatever he was able to give you, so better not to piss off the locals.

"Wait here, let me get the boss lady," he said as he got up and hurried off to some back offices.

Looking around to an empty waiting area you felt the anger toward yourself arise. "What the hell am I doing?" you said out loud to yourself. You didn't even notice that he had returned with a middle aged women whom was also in uniform.

"You are looking for Bobby Singer?" she said while staring you down and a raised eyebrow. Definitely the authority in up in these neck of the woods.

"Um, yes. I know it was a long shot, but I've recently discovered he could be or is… I guess my father? If there is anything you can tell me I would appreciate it,” you said managing to mumble the entire speech that you had been mentally preparing for days.

Her mouth dropped slightly while her eyes looked like she was staring down a ghost as she spoke up again. "Bobby is dead sweetheart. For a good almost six years."

Your heart sank at her words. All this way to be left with nothing. You mumbled “okay” as you quickly started to turn around, but the female officer spoke up again with empathy in her voice. "Honey, I know this isn't what you wanted or expected, but I think I know some people you might want to talk to."

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“What the hell Sam! It’s not like we don’t have you know the end of the world to think about right now that we get called because someone is claiming to be Bobby’s kid?” Dean yelled while gripping the wheel of baby tightly and speeding down the highway.

“Dude, I know this is not the perfect time, but how cool is this? Bobby actually has someone out there that was his family.” Sam said while watching his brother’s face turn grim.

“We are Bobby’s family,” Dean grunted while focusing his eyes on the road ahead.

“I know that,” Sam sighed, “I’m sure that nothing will really come of this. We can give her a little insight into who he was to give her closure. We can go back to saving the world again tomorrow, Dean.”

“Who the hell is this chick anyways? Someone looking to hit up pops for money that isn’t there?” Dean said as he noted the mile marker sign on the side of the road.

“From what Jody told me she is a doctor of some sort, so no Dean, I don’t think that she is really concerned with making a couple of bucks,” Sam laughed while resting his arm on the rolled down window of baby.

“Well I don’t want any weird shit to happen like when Dad’s fake son showed up. You better be ready to give her the tests to make sure she’s actually a human and not some monster trying to get close to us through Bobby. Don’t wimp out because she might have a pretty face,” Dean said with a scowl returning his eyes to the road ahead.

“Of course Dean, but discreetly. We don’t want to traumatize the girl.”

Sam looked out the window of the impala. About two more hours and they were going to meet this mystery girl who possibly shared DNA with the man they considered to be like a father. Sam couldn’t help but to smile at the image of a female Bobby, tough and loudmouthed. This was going to be interesting. Even if Dean was suspicious and annoyed about the whole thing, Sam couldn’t help but to be excited about this new encounter. To him it felt like they were about to meet the sister they never had.

Two hours later they arrived at the coffee house that Jody suggested. One pm on the dot. A nice neutral public space. Jody would be in there with her so they didn’t have to guess at who was Bobby’s mystery daughter, although both boys had their own images. Dean parked next to an old Camaro, mumbling something about a cool car but stupid color. Sam wasn’t really paying attention, he was so curious and excited that he took bigger steps than usual to get to the shop door. Dean trailed behind with a slower pace, double checking the items he might need. Silver charm that would pose as being an heirloom of Bobby’s, a flask of holy water, silver blade, and of course his pearl handled gun that had witch killing bullets in the chamber, just in case.

When Sam walked in first he looked around and spotted the smiling Jody raising her hand to get his attention. Dean saw Jody right away as he cased out the place quickly. That’s when they saw her. The mystery girl. Definitely did not get her looks from Bobby. Petite, young girl with Y/H/C hair in a tight bun, porcelain skin, and wearing a simple spring dress with a sweater overtop of it.

“She looks like my freaking third grade teacher, a stuck up bitch,” Dean semi-whispered to Sammy while still standing by the door.

Sam just ignored him and walked up toward the table, Dean, right behind him. Jody got up and hugged him tightly whispering to him, “passed the tests”. She pulled away and gave him a wink. She then embraced Dean whom was very tense under her grip while glaring at the petite girl at the table. Sam assumed she also told him about her passing the tests during their awkward embrace, but it didn’t look like he believed her. They all sat down uncomfortably around the table. The sounds of the other patrons hid the fact that everyone was silent and staring at her, while she shifted her eyes away from their inquisitive faces. Jody was the first one to break the ice.

“Boys, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Jody Mills was the sheriff in this town, who poised herself as though while she was the authority she was also empathetic to people’s situations. She had a demeanor in her behaviors and speech that reminded you of one of your high school acquaintances aunts that you had briefly met one time. She had only told you some of the basics about the men she was calling for you to meet. Sam and Dean. They had worked with your father Bobby for years and were like family to him. She also explained that she considered them as family as well because they were always willing to help her out during tough times. You didn’t really know what to expect from that little bit of information, but the fact that they were rushing to meet you made you suspect that they were just as curious as you. She also told you that your father, Bobby, was a brave and caring man that she had the pleasure of knowing for many years. Your eyebrows raised as she talked about him, making you think that there had been something way more than a civilian/sheriff relationship. You didn’t want to push it if there was because you were sure that your appearance here and now would probably bring up some emotions she probably wouldn’t want to deal with again, at least not in front of you judging by her all business demeanor as she said it.

You didn’t know what to wear as you prepared in your hotel room the morning after she called these mysterious men and informed them of your surprising news, Bobby had a kid. Your moms advice ringing in your head as you shifted through the clothes in your luggage about how first impressions being sometimes the only. You decided on a simple dress and cardigan that you had put in your suitcase as a just in case, since most of your stuff was in a moving truck on its way to Kansas. You applied makeup, but kept it very natural only adding a hint of rouge to your checks. Your long Y/H/C hair neatly put into a bun out of your face. You decided to cover up the tattoo on your wrist with a watch to look as professional as possible, you didn’t know how judgmental these men could be of one’s appearance and honestly for you to get answers form them you had to make them like you. You should have been used to dressing like this every day because of your career, but after all these years you still weren’t. You would rather be wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and your converse sneakers that made it easy to move quickly when needed. Comfort and function was what you preferred over fashionable any day.

You met Jody at the coffee shop that was only about a mile away from your hotel. You saw her inside and sat down after a simple greeting. She was in regular street clothes, jeans and a light blue plaid flannel shirt, which portrayed that she wanted you to feel comfortable. She told you that the boys would be getting here shortly as she had just talked to them on the phone. You ordered coffee while wishing that it was something stronger. How were you going to do this? There was no script for, “Hey I didn’t know my dad, tell me about him”.

You saw the door to the entrance of the coffee shop open and noticed Jody starting to move next to you. A giant of a man walked in that looked like Roman god with almost shoulder length brown hair. Following him was tad shorter, but equally as handsome man with a shorter light brown almost blonde styled hair. These two looked like they belonged on the runway. Well maybe for a place like Field and Stream by their outfits composed of flannel, denim, and working boots. They were definitely not the old greasy men that you expected.

The tall one had a smile on his face as he was greeted by Jody and embraced her in such a way that it reminded you of when you would hug your mother. The shorter one looked like he was ready to kill something as his emerald green eyes glared to your face. The lights surrounding them was something that you had not quite seen before. They were dimmer than a usual person. These two had seen some shit in their lives... but what? You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, staring at your coffee cup until you heard Jody introduce you as doctor.

“Just Y/N is fine,” you said with a tight lipped smile directed at the two men while they both shifted in their seats on the opposite side of you at the table.

The taller one spoke up next saying that he was Sam, and the other guy was his brother Dean. Sam sat toward the edge of his seat waiting for you to respond, while Dean slouched back within his chair with his arms crossed against his chest.

“It’s nice to meet you both” you said politely while holding your coffee cup to keep you calm. The butterflies in your stomach felt like you could be taken away in the breeze at any second.

“Doctor huh?” Dean said while staring intently into your eyes. His green eyes were mesmerizing, but also held mystery behind them. They were pulling you into a trance but you were able to finally pull away and speak.

“Um yes, psychologist.”

“So you do what? Try to read people’s minds and screw with their brains?” Dean said rudely while still holding his stare at you.

Ugh! How close-minded was this jerk? Why do people assume stupid stuff when they hear psychologist. You gave him a little smile and politely responded, “No, nothing like that,” while looking down to your coffee cup again. You didn’t realize until immediately after that you mumbled out what you were really thinking, “Idjit”.

“What was that?” Dean said ferociously while his jaw clenched. He shot up right in his seat and was now leaning into the table with his hands hiding in his lap.

“Um, sorry. Just a silly this my mom always said,” you stammered out looking up to see rage within his green eyes. If this was a blinking contest you would have lost as you both stared into each others eyes. His were filled with anger while yours was filled with fearfulness that this was not going to go well.

“So…um, you have questions about Bobby Singer?” Sam spoke up, kindly trying to switch the topic which led to the end of the stare down between Dean and you.

You looked over at him and gave him a little smile. He had big hazel, almost brown eyes that were filled with kindness. Almost like a puppy dog. He was definitely the nice brother.

“Well, I honestly don’t really know what to say or ask. I didn’t even know anything about him until a couple of weeks ago, and I guess I’m just curious as to who he was?” you said apprehensively while playing with the handle of the cup.

“Well I don’t know exactly what we can say about him that Jody couldn’t have told you.” Sam said while glancing in her direction. “He was like a dad to us growing up. He took us in when we were older and helped teach us everything we know.”

“About scrap yards or…” you started to ask but Dean spoke up again.

“Listen here little girl, Bobby was a good man who died a shitty death. I don’t know what exactly you are trying to pull here or get from this little excursion of yours, but that’s it. End of story.”

You felt your heart starting to race and muscles tense as he finished his sentence. Fuck, definitely not going well now. You wanted to cry or hit something, maybe both. Mostly hit him, the asshole. You repositioned yourself to get up quick while staring him down into his emerald green eyes, trying to use your years of training to deescalate someone when they were clearly upset.

“I’m sorry that you think I am out for something, but I…” you started to say but was cut off short by Dean.

“But what? There can’t be any other explanation. You want something out of this and you are not going to get it here. Not from us. So listen up little girl…”

“No you listen here jerk,” you yelled stopping Dean mid-sentence. You just couldn’t take it anymore, especially when he called you a little girl.

“All I wanted to know was who this man was that supposedly was my father that I had no clue about all my life. I can see now that this was a waste of my time coming here.”

“Yeah well I’m sure you were just the product of a one-night stand princess,” he growled back and leaned back into his chair staring at you smugly.

Your face got hot with anger and your jaw was clenched so tight to stop yourself from punching him in his face. Now he was not just belittling you, but your mother’s reputation.

“Fuck you asshole,” you said while getting up from you seat. “Jody. Sam. Nice to meet you and I guess thanks for whatever this was.” You hurried away not paying attention to their cries to wait and not leave. You pushed out of the shop fast to your car. As you angrily pulled the drivers door open while still cautious to not hit the classic impala next to you. All you would need is an old guy yelling at you for getting too close to his car.

You drove for what seemed like hours just aimlessly around the town. You were too mad to do anything that may involve people skills at the moment. It was already too late to really start on your way to Kansas tonight even though it seemed like a really tempting thing to do. Your stomach rumbled a bit as you pulled back to the hotel to change your clothes. Earlier you had seen a hole in the wall bar while you drove that advertised ‘Big Ass Burgers’. Food and alcohol. Lots of alcohol. That is what you needed to end this shitty night. So you hurried out of your stuffy clothes in the hotel room and headed towards it in your car.

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“Dean what the hell was that?!?” Sam yelled while sliding into the impala.

“She doesn’t need to be here. She doesn’t need to know anything about Bobby. What gives her the right? Because she may have come from one of his boys decades ago?” Dean yelled back as he started the engine.

Sam kept on yelling about being him being an asshole and something about not being sensitive, but Dean wasn’t listening as he drove down the road. He had tried to be civil given this fucked up circumstance, until she said that word. Bobby’s word. The probability that she was really Bobby’s became too real to him. Who the hell was this girl?

He started to feel a little bad about how he said everything. He didn’t mean to be such a dick. He could have been nicer. God what a great impression he must have made. Bobby would have kicked his ass to next year if he knew he had just talked to his daughter that way. Bobby’s daughter, words he never thought would be combined. If this all was really true, she definitely got her temper from him.

He couldn’t take any more of his brothers shit about his behavior as he pulled up to the cheapest hotel to get a room for the night. Driving back to the bunker with a pissed off Sam was not what he wanted to do for the next 8 hours. After checking in Dean left Sam to go to the room as he rode off to find a shit hole bar to get a decent drink. Maybe then Sam can have time to calm down, or maybe then he will be too drunk to care.

He walked into the bar and glanced around. For a weeknight it seemed kind of busy, must be ladies night or something. He spotted the backside of a girl with long Y/H/C hair sitting alone at the bar with a very simple tank top and jeans. “Well no point in wasting this little vacation,” he said to himself as he approached the girl hoping to drown his feelings of guilt in a possible hook up. A coping method he was all too familiar with doing on occasion. He didn’t even bother looking at her face as he neared her side to sit next to her along the bar while seductively saying, “hey there sweetheart”. His mouth dropped when he glanced over at her face for her response.

“What the fuck do you want jerk?” Y/N said.

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It had to be here. It had to be him. Why was the world so small? You felt your anger that you had been working to suppress start to rise up again.

“Didn’t realize who you were, you didn’t look like a frigid bitch from behind,” Dean said sternly while adjusting himself in the barstool.

“So what you just hit on girls without even knowing what they look like, real classy. Must be a real hit with the ladies” you said sarcastically while picking up the bottle in front of you for a long hard sip.

You didn’t mean for it to be an invitation for him to continue to sit next to you, but that is how it seemed that he took it. You grabbed the bottle again and took a long chug as he started to speak up again while trying to drown out his presence.

“I have no issues in that department sweetheart.” You could just hear the pompousness in his voice.

“Let me guess you also call every girl sweetheart so you don’t have to be bothered with remembering their names at the end of the night?” you said as you pulled the bottle away from your lips, feeling a little smug to dish some judgement back to him.

“Funny,” he replied. “Three shots of whisky and a beer please” he said to the bartender that was staying back from whatever was going on between the two of you. Dean slid one of the shots in your direction, but you didn’t touch it.

“Listen, that didn’t go well, I’ll admit that we both could have handled that better, I’m not the only one at fault here. But you have to realize how messed up this is? Six years he has been gone. I was there. Can we just start over and peacefully hate each other?” Dean said while trying to catch your gaze that was drifted towards the back door.

“Wolf” was all you managed to let out. While Dean was talking you saw him. A damn werewolf in the bar. Not only was he here but his light was getting brighter by the second as he led a young girl outside. Hunger. He was going to feed on her. He was going to rip out her heart at any moment. You reached down toward your jacket and hurried it on while double checking the contents, your silver switchblade that you never left without. Dean stared at you puzzled while you jumped up and headed out the back door towards the wolf and his prey, praying that you could get there before anything happened. Before it was too late.

“Hey big bad,” you yelled as you approached them outside. “Huff and puff somewhere else”. The girl was already unconscious on the ground, hopefully just really drunk and still breathing. His eyes glared at you as he looked to see who was bothering his meal. You didn’t even hear the thumping of running footsteps behind you as the wolf turned to attack you. In a quick movement you were able to get out the blade and ram it into his heart with his blood splattering all over your clothes.

“What the hell?!?” yelled the voice behind you. You turned quick as you pulled out the knife while letting the body slump at your feet and saw Dean wide-eyed. “Are you crazy? Did you just kill a freaking werewolf?” He said while staring down at your feet to the now empty body.

The last world stuck out. He said it, werewolf. He knows what goes bump in the night, well at least one thing. You wiped off the blade on your pants while thinking of what to say next.

“Are you going to help me clean this up or what?” was all you found yourself willing to say.

“You are going to talk about this,” he said pointing at you while reaching in his pocket for his car keys and ran to the front of the bar.

The beautiful ebony women that you had seen take your mother away appeared before you. She looked towards the direction Dean had just ran, and then looked back into you with a smirk, “Be careful around that one.” You wanted to ask her why, but she vanished into the night within a blink, taking the light of the wolf that you had just slain with her.

You checked on the girl who laid by the dumpsters. Breathing, so alive. As soon as you got out of there you would call the bar to get her help. Couldn’t walk in with wolf blood all over you and a dead one laying outside for everyone to see. Too much attention that you knew would lead to more investigation. You turned as you heard the roar of an engine pull up. Dean jumped out of the old classic car and helped you shove the monster into the trunk. You knew you had to go with him, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t try to get away.

“Get in. NOW!” he demanded. As you got into the passenger side your stomach lurched. What was going to happen next? What the hell do you even say? Hi I’m Y/N and I can see monsters? I enjoy saving people on the weekends?!? Also what did that reaper mean when she said to be careful? This day went from shit to fucking hell real quick.

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Dean didn’t know what to say. How did she know? She got up so quick that it didn’t even register at first that she had said wolf. Had he even heard her right? A wolf? As she hurried out the back door he felt the urge to follow and protect her. She definitely didn’t need protecting. Only a couple of times has he seen someone able to drop a wolf like that, mostly very experienced hunters. Was she a hunter? No she is supposed to be some kind of doctor. What kind of freaking doctor is she that she knows about werewolves? What other things did she know?

Dean stayed quiet as they approach a vacant area in the woods off a dirt road miles away from town and laid out the wolf from his trunk to be burned. The only words were from her when she called the bar to let them know there was a drunk girl in their parking lot that needed help. The fire rose high and bright. He looked towards her and saw the look he was too familiar within her eyes. Satisfaction mixed with guilt. Sure she had just saved someone, but she had to take a life. Even though it wasn’t human it starts to get to you nonetheless. As the fire died down you both walk back to the car after discarding the remains. Still in silence. Dean texted Sam quickly as he sat down in the driver’s seat. – Jody and you at the hotel in 10 minutes. We need to talk.-

Ten minutes seemed like an hour. It was close to sunrise now. What a fantastic way to spend the night. Definitely not what he had planned when he saw the lonely girl sitting at the bar. Her silence made it clear that she didn’t even know what to say. That was amazing. She was finally speechless. Dean approached the hotel room where Sam and Jody were supposed to meet you both. He was quick to cut off the engine while firmly saying “Out now.” As both of you got out he noticed that Y/N started to walk in the opposite direction from the rooms.

“Oh no princess, we are going to talk about this now”. Dean said forcefully.

She didn’t fight it. She followed behind him towards the rooms. Still quiet with dried up blood all over her. They got to the room where Sam and Jody sat impatiently.

“Dean what the hell…” Sam said while jumping up from the bed, but stopping when he saw the blood soaked girl behind him. “Y/N?”

“Dean what happened?” Jody snapped in that God awful mom voice she does while sitting at the little worn dining table.

“Ask her,” he said while flopping down on the opposite bed to take off his now bloody and muddy shoes.

“I um… I…” she stammered while keeping her eyes to the ground.

“Killed a werewolf. Out of nowhere, just jumped up and stopped him from hurting some drunk girl outside of the bar we were at,” he said being impatient due to exhaustion. Kid probably is reluctant to tell what happened. She was still in shock over everything Dean presumed.

“A werewolf?” Jody said while looking panicked and wide-eyed while shifting her glace back and forth between Dean and Y/N.

“Yes,” was all she could stammer out. Dean sighed and spoke up again. “Not the interesting part. Out of NOWHERE,” he exclaimed as he started to stand up bringing himself closer to Y/N. “She said wolf and was out the door within a second. It’s not like the thing announced that it was there for supper time or anything. Human-looking meat suit on display.”

Sam looked at her with concern and intrigue in his eyes, “How did you know it was a werewolf Y/N?”

She glanced up with wet eyes like she had been caught in something that she never wanted anyone to know. “I could see him”.

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“Of course you could see him, but how did you know?” Dean question loudly with ferocity in his voice. It had made you jump a bit due to the closeness of his face to yours.

How the hell do you explain it to them? That every creature has a specific color aura around them that you just so happen to be able to see. You can physically see the difference in what is human and what is not. Not only that but you can tell when there is a major mood shift. Right now the three lights in front of you suggested that there was a whole multitude of emotions, including anger and confusion. Humans were harder to read since they had more complex emotions. Monsters usually only displayed one at a time, so they were always easier.

“You aren’t going to believe me,” was all you replied pushing you gaze back down towards the floor.

“You would be surprised. Go ahead honey, “Jody said with sincerity in her voice still looking at you with curiosity in her eyes.

“Well everyone, or I should say…thing has a light that surrounds them. An aura I guess is what most people think of. Well Humans have a different color then other creatures…” you stopped yourself short and bit your lips tightly together. You didn’t want to get into the fact that you knew that there were other things in the world. You had just met these people, no use in traumatizing them by also saying that vampires, ghouls, shape shifters, demons, angels, and a whole lot of other shit was real.

“So you saw that he was a werewolf by his lights color? Sam asked with his eyebrows raised. You looked up to his big eyes that had a look of concern.

“Yeah, the light will fluctuate with moods. His was shining that it was dinner time.”

“This is bullshit,” Dean said while moving away from you. You didn’t know what really you were going to say, but you felt the anger starting to grow toward him again. You weren’t going to hold back, not after everything that this day had become.

“Don’t believe me then! I don’t care! The question I should be asking is who you people are,” You said without giving time for a breath. Your heart racing as you prepared for anything that could possibly happen next.

“We are hunters,” Sam replied somberly. “We hunt monsters.”

The words hit you hard. You knew of hunters. You’ve met one or two as a little girl when they pretended to be officers while asking your mother questions on lore. You of course met some more when you started hunting yourself, trying not to get into their way since they seemed more experienced then you. Sam and Dean were hunters. How did they get into it? How did they come to know about what hides in the world. Two brothers, hunting monster together and saving people. Then it hit you.

“Winchesters?” was all you gasped out as your felt your eyes growing wider and your heart beating faster. No wonder the reaper told you to be careful.

“Yes, this is Sam and Dean Winchester,” Jody said to you with a look of concern then shifting her gaze towards the two men that stood above her.

“The idiots that keep breaking the world!?!?”

You did not mean for it to come out so harshly. Well maybe you did. You knew who they were. Hell, anyone who knew about monsters knew the names of the guys who kept releasing hell onto earth. Fucking hybrid monsters and human consuming monsters that turned everyone around you into mindless idiots were just to name a few of the fun times in the last decade. If there was a Big Bad in the world, you could almost guarantee that the Winchester brothers were somehow at the source.

“We save people,” Dean snapped. His green eyes darting towards you like little daggers.

“Oh yeah, you’re saving people. Okay. How was it saving people when monsters started taking over people’s images and eating them?” you sarcastically snapped back repositioning yourself for a possible fight. You didn’t really know these people, or what they were capable of, just their reputations. The only thing you knew is that if they were going to move in to attack, you were ready.

“Leviathans,” Sam answered calmly while staring down to you.

“Whatever they are or were. You might not believe me, but I at least help people.” You said grimly while staring up towards the two boys. “Now I would like to get this crap off of me and go the fuck to sleep but my car is on the other damn side of town! My hotel is at least 5 miles away, I think, and I am way too damn tired to walk. Inquisition is over now.”

Dean and Sam glanced at each other as if they had a quick discussion within each other’s minds. Must have been a secret language or something between brothers because Dean tossed the keys to Sam and laid back down on the bed, ignoring everyone in the room.

“I’ll take you back to your hotel,” Sam said softly while holding out his hand towards the door.

You turned and walked right out the door. You were in no mood for any type of pleasantries now. Not from any of them, including Jody that sat quietly during the spat. You wanted a shower and sleep. The car ride was quiet, the purring of the engine was the only thing stopping complete silence the whole ride. You mumbled out a “thank you” as Sam pulled up to the hotel while you were getting out.

“Y/N, wait!” he said before you were all the way out of the old impala. You turned and looked at his puppy dog eyes. His light was showing a form of sincerity, or perhaps it was concern. “I know earlier today we didn’t give you what you wanted to know. I’m sorry about that. If there is anything you want or need to know about Bobby, or really anything else we will try harder to give you what you are looking for”.

You gave him a little smile. “Thanks Sam. Goodnight”.

Once you reached your bed you fell right into the deep exhaustion of the nights events. Your brain still processing everything that had happened led to a dream, in which your memory overtook. The memory of the event that occurred the first time you heard the Winchester name.

A petite red hair women knocked softly on your mother’s office door as you sat spinning in her office chair, awaiting for her to get done so you could hitch a ride back home.

“Professor Y/L/N?” she questioned while trying to show confidence in her posture and tone.

“Not yet, maybe in a few years,” you said while smiling back at her. “I’m her daughter. What can I help you with?”

“I am on urgent business with a case that needs some clarification from someone who knows about the history of artifacts,” she said while shifting her weight and holding a pile of papers.

You looked her up and down. A standard boring black suit that an agent would most likely wear. A badge on her hip that was definitely created by a computer however. She was a hunter.

“I’m going to guess that the case is real, but you are as phony as your badge there,” you said while motioning towards it.

Her eyes widened like she was caught and didn’t know what to do next. You laughed at her uneasiness. “So “officer”, what are we hunting today?” you said with a smile.

It didn’t take too long for her to warm up to you after you stated that you knew what she was probably doing there, hunting monsters, and that you yourself would on occasion do the same. Her name was Charlie, and she was still new to the game of ridding the world of evil. It only took two days to figure out that a pissed off spirit was linked to an old portrait within a family’s house that had bought it recently at an auction. A simple salt and burn.

“How the heck is your hair still perfect after he tossed us around?” Charlie had said with a smile.

“Great hairspray Char,” you said while laughing and putting away your supplies in your car’s trunk.

“I’m serious, if I didn’t know any better I would call you Buffy, Y/N”

“The vampire slayer huh?” you said with a smile. “Just on weekends and when the opportunity bursts into my mom’s office.”

“Seriously, Y/N. I’ve never really seen anyone so calm like you before when it came to this kind of thing, getting pushed around and shaking it off so easily. Well except maybe the boys,” she said while putting her stuff in her little yellow car next to yours.

“The boys?” you questioned. Was she just referring to all men because that would seem so out of character for this badass hunting girl to ever belittle her ability because of gender.

“Dean and Sam Winchester,” she said with a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face. “They are like the badass’ of the hunter world. They are like big brothers to me. Saved my ass a couple of times.”

You rolled your eyes at her while shutting your trunk. “Never heard of ‘em,” you said while moving to the side of the car, leaning up against the hot metal..

“Well if I were you I would get to know who they were. They are definitely not MY TYPE, but I still would have to say that they are gorgeous creatures to look at,” she said while laughing.

You smiled and chuckled back at her. “Well if you think so then I definitely should one day meet these mysterious badass hunters.”

She nodded in agreement. You then held out your arms and the both of your wrapped in an embrace.

“Take care of yourself Charlie,” you said while still in the embrace. “It was nice to hunt along another badass girl for once. Don’t be a stranger.”

You both broke the embrace and she raised her hand to give you her cheesy Vulcan sign while smiling. “Stay safe Buffy.”

With that she was gone. You never heard from her again, but during those brief couple of days you had made probably the first honest friendship in your life. Charlie Bradbury, a feminist, sci-fi loving, cosplay loving, badass hunter who made you feel that for once you were not alone.

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ladylynse · 7 years ago

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Hey, you doing more of those writing prompts? If so, "Ghosts, demons, evil Sorcerers... what's next? Elemental spirits? Every single mythical creature of human legends? Gods and deities?" SuperPhantomRC9GN crossover thing (throwing a bit of a challenge here, so feel free to drop one of the trio if you can't come up with something)

To be honest, @azthedragon, I’m a little surprised you wanted Supernatural in there when you aren’t overly familiar with it, but here you go! Enjoy.

Lessons:[FF | AO3] Frankly, Dean had his doubts that Phantom and the Ninja were ever going to take this seriously.

“Ghosts, demons, evil Sorcerers…. What’s next? Elementalspirits? Every single mythical creature of human legend? Gods and deities?”

Dean glared at the kid in the ninja costume. He and hisghost friend were sitting on Sam’s bed in the motel room while Dean sat on hisown bed, surrounded by weaponry, and Sam was at the table with the laptop andthe journal. “You laugh, but gods are even bigger di—”

“Dean!”

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam’s admonishment. These guys wereteenagers. A little foul language wasn’t going to scar them for life. And theyhad superpowers, or near enough inDean’s book. A ninja. A ghost. Both of whom he’d shot at before getting theirstories straight, but Dean was past the point of hunting something just becauseit could be considered a monster. Not all of them were evil. The ninja kidmight not be a monster, but the ghost definitely fell firmly into thatcategory. And if he started icing people, well, Dean would pay him a visit atthat point. Until then, he could keep doing what he was doing, as far as Deanwas concerned.

From the sounds of it, Phantom and the Ninja—the two stillrefused to give actual names; it was annoying as hell—had worked togetherbefore. Fine. Dean didn’t ask questions about that kind of thing. He and Samhad come to Norrisville on a demon hunt, found a little more than they’dbargained for, and hadn’t quibbled when the so-called town hero had offered tofill them in.

(In all fairness, Dean had been pointing a gun at the Ninja’shead at the time, but considering the kid had pulled a Houdini with thosestinking smoke bombs before, Dean had known he’d be able to do it again, evenwith Sam flanking him.)

Dean hadn’t really thought they needed backup that wasn’tCas, but the Ninja had insisted on calling in a friend—“It’ll be fine; it’s theweekend, so it’ll be easy for him to get away.”—and Castiel hadn’t been pickingup his damn phone anyway. Sometimes, Dean wondered if the angel pretendedignorance for convenience’s sake.

“Y’know, in all fairness, I kinda have dealt with elemental spirits before,” Phantom mused. “IfFrostbite doesn’t count, Vortex or Undergrowth probably does. I mean, they’renot dead humans like Desiree or Ember, so I guess you could call them elementalspirits. They can control certain elements, anyway. I just mostly ended updealing with the bad guys the same way as I do every other ghost.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of the Tengu.”

“I thought you said the Tengu was a bird demon.”

“Well, if it is, then it’s a different kind of demon thanwhatever this was.”

“And you’re thinking the fireball thing.”

“Yeah, and—”

“But you know the Tengu’s real.”

“Sure, but these shoobs don’t. I mean…not necessarily. And—”

“Can we get back to the point?” Dean snapped. “This isn’t africkin’ joke. People’s lives are on the line.”

“Dean’s right.” Sam’s tone was all gentle and placatingdespite the glare he was sending in Dean’s direction. “We’re not exaggerating.You deal with ghosts all the time,” he said with a nod to Phantom, “and you—”here he looked at the Ninja “—apparently have been dealing with a warlock—sorry,sorcerer—for years.”

“Centuries,” corrected the Ninja, as if Dean was really goingto believe he’d been around that long. He’d metwitches and warlocks that were centuries-old and had had enough dealings withangels and demons to know the type. This kid? Definitely not even in histwenties.

Sam was not dissuaded. “The point is, now you’ve run intodemonic possession. We told you how to deal with that—”

“I have already forgotten that ritual,” interrupted theNinja. “I mean, what was that, Greek?”

“I think it was Latin,” Phantom said with a shrug. “I dunno.I was going to ask Sam about it when I get back. She probably knows. I’m prettysure I’ve seen her doodling that symbol.”

“The point—”

“Point is, you know other monsters are real,” Dean cut in. “Soit would save guys like us—” he gestured to himself and Sam “—a helluva lot oftrouble if you dealt with them when they cropped up on your home turf.”

Phantom caught Dean’s look and crossed his arms. He still refusedto say where he was from. Also annoying as hell. But that feeling hadn’t reallygone away for this entire hunt.

“Demonic possession doesn’t seem to be too different from ghosts,” allowed Phantom at last as he uncrossedhis arms and leaned back on the bed. “Just write out that stuff for me againand I’m sure I can figure it out if I need to.”

“Little more different than when someone’s stanked,” agreedthe Ninja, “but I can wing it, and it’ll look super bruce when I do. Howardwill totally think I’ve wonked his cheese. It’ll be great. You guys cool if Idon’t tell him I got the info from you?”

If Dean still had even a fleeting thought that God actuallycared, he might pray for strength. He and Sam had never been that idiotic. Reckless, sure, until their cockinessnearly got someone killed, and that was gone in both of them by twelve even withtrying to keep Sammy away from the worst of it. But these two….

Frankly, having seen them in a fight, Dean was pretty surethey’d be dead if they didn’t have superpowers. Or, in Phantom’s case, if he weren’talready dead. The Ninja’s attacks were sloppy, often leaving himself open, andhe usually forgot to watch his back. Not to mention the fact that he announced each attack. Phantom was morewasteful in his actions, expending too much energy at once and not caring if hegot hit as long as he managed to get a hit in, too. He didn’t have much of asense of timing; his typical strategy seemed to be to pour pure power into anattack and hit something for all he was worth.

Dean, being very human and not wanting to die (again) orwatch Sam die (again), had questioned their partnership often over the last twodays. Still, he had to admit that watching Phantom and the Ninja work togetherto create the Devil’s Trap—combining ice and fire powers—had been a satisfying,especially after that lowlife demon had managed to crack the concrete floor Samhad spray-painted the first one on earlier. But that demon was Crowley’sproblem now, and Crowley was not going to be pleased to hear that some uppitycrossroads demon thought he could garner favour by playing fast-and-loose withthe rules.

Crowley might take every loophole for the opportunity itwas, but he didn’t break the rules of his contracts. Broken contracts meant thesouls were no longer bound and no longer destined for a date in hell in ten yearsor whatever the agreed upon time period was. Apparently, the demon had thoughthe could get around that with a separate verbal agreement, but that sort ofthing didn’t hold up. Something about double dealing. Or maybe not sealing thedeals appropriately. Frankly, Dean hadn’t cared. He’d just sent the sonnovabitch back to hell where he belonged.

It would’ve been an easier task if all the other,non-demonic possessions hadn’t been happening at the same time. What the Ninjahad called stanking and the Phantom had not-so-helpfully explained as just astrong form of magical possession. But the Ninja didn’t seem to think Sam andDean would actually be able to help him get rid of the warlock, no matter what theysaid, so it had been Sam’s bright idea to at least educate these guys so they’dknow what to do if anything else showed up.

Dean was already regretting agreeing to this.

“Look, just listen, okay? We’ll run you through the basics.Don’t worry about trying to memorize it all right now—”

“Definitely wasn’t going to happen anyway,” said the Ninja,to which Phantom nodded his agreement.

“—because you can contact us if you run into something andneed a refresher or some backup.” Sam got up from the table and handed each kida business card. “Our numbers are on the back. The front, that’s a friend ofours, Jodi Mills. She’s the Sheriff in Sioux Falls. South Dakota,” he added atthe blank looks on their faces. “If you can’t reach us, phone her. She’ll putyou in touch with someone who can help.”

Both kids pocketed the card, though Dean didn’t see where. “Anyway.Enough chitchat. On to business. First up: vampires. It’s pretty straightforward. You just—”

“Drive a wooden stake through their heart,” said Phantom. “Everyoneknows that.”

“That’s actually a popular misconception,” corrected Sam. “Truthis, you—”

“Garlic,” said the Ninja immediately. “Lots of it. You cangarlic them to death.”

Dean heaved a sigh and met Sam’s eyes, knowing hisexpression conveyed exactly what he wanted to know. Do we have to do this? But he knew Sam’s answering expression well.That was a yes. Well, morespecifically, Dude, if we don’t, we’rejust going to regret it later, so suck it up.

Dean rolled his eyes before looking back at the kids. “Youcut off their heads,” he said, overriding Phantom’s offer of ‘crucifix’. “Ilike a machete, but anything’ll do in the pinch. Sword, sickle, garrote, ice…thing.”Phantom was good with that ice; chances were, he could make something strong enoughand sharp enough to do the job if he tried. “But if you’re trying to take downa vamp nest, you’ll wanna get your hands on some dead man’s blood.”

“On what?” the Ninja repeated. Phantom looked surprised butdidn’t seem as disturbed by the idea, maybe because he’d have an easier timegetting some in the first place.

“Dead man’s blood,” repeated Sam, even though Dean wascertain the repetition was unnecessary. “Preferably, more than one syringe full.It’ll knock them out cold, usually for a couple of hours.”

“Uh huh,” the Ninja said slowly, “and when you say nest, do you mean more of a cave, forwhen they’re bats? Are they more vulnerable at that point, being bats?”

Sam winced. “They can’t turn into bats, either. They do have a retractable set of teeth, sowhen they bite someone, expect more than two puncture marks.” Sam went on toexplain more of the signs, what to watch for, and Dean had to admit that thequestions slowly got less inane and more intelligent as Sam started working hisway through the most common monsters and the kids genuinely started to listen.

Dean wasn’t sure the kids believed them, of course. TheNinja had outright laughed when Dean had said Cas was an angel, evenconsidering they were hunting a demon, and that crack at gods and deities madeit clear the Ninja had never met any of them. (To be honest, Dean wished hehadn’t met a bunch of them, either, since none of the experiences had exactlybeen fun, but that was beside the point.) But it would be something, and if itmeant someone lived, then that was surely worth this pain and suffering.

“Um, yeah, definitely gonna have to veto you on that one.Salt does not work on ghosts.”

Probably.

“You wanna test that theory of yours, kid?” Dean asked. “I’vegot a bag of rock salt in the trunk. We can find out pretty quick.”

“Oh, I would bet money on this.” Phantom was grinning. “Howabout, um….”

“Dinner at McFlubbusters,” piped up the Ninja immediately.It was probably his favourite place—or at least one of them—and chances were hehad forgotten that he was currently wearing a mask.

Still, Dean agreed to their terms. (Sam just sat thereshaking his head, so Dean didn’t plan on letting him order dessert. Not that hewould, anyway. He still did not appreciate the sanctity of pie.) He and Samwere due for a free dinner, anyway, even though he had doubts about whetherPhantom or the Ninja would be able to cough up enough between them to cover onemeal. But sometimes, it really is the thought that counts.

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Supernatural | 13.10 Review

Supernatural - Wayward Sisters

written by Robert Berens & Andrew Dabb, directed by Phil Sgriccia

When the concept of a Wayward Sisters spinoff first came up, I liked the idea. At that time the characters in position for that spinoff were Jody, Donna, Claire and Alex, and I liked all of them well enough. Over time, my optimism about that spinoff faded more and more when news came out how they would want to start it.

Now that I have seen the episode I know that it could have been worse, but it also could have been done better. I have mixed feelings about this episode depending from what viewpoint I try to see it, so this review will be split in that way, too.

As a Wayward Sisters pilot

We got Sioux Falls covered.

For a start of a possible Wayward Sisters series, this episode worked well overall. We have met all these characters before already, so there is no need for long expositions or introductions of the characters themselves. But we get to see these characters interact now, and most of it was enjoyable to watch.

I never had much of a problem with Claire. In general, she’s an okay-ish character for me. I was irritated however that she was the main focus among the Wayward Sisters. She had good moments in this episode – like when she confessed to Kaia that the thought of dying scarred her even though she thought she’d be okay with it. I also liked when she admitted to Jody that Jody had been right. The opening of the episode however – Claire fighting against two werewolves – didn’t work for me at all. The last time we saw her, she almost got turned by a werewolf, and this time it was three against one! How did she suddenly turn into a super hunter? When did that transformation in this expert fighter happen? I’m also convinced the show would do better without her voiceover monologues.

Claire’s scenes with Kaia in general were nice. As I said in my last review, I like Kaia and the actress playing her does a great job. Her interactions with Claire worked well, but I don’t get why they suddenly get so attached to each other. Kaia was terrified by The Bad Place, so I don’t understand why she would go there just because Claire was going. Claire being upset when Kaia died makes sense (it’s not every day that someone dies to protect your life), but what actually lead to that was a bit strange. In the end, Kaia was left behind in The Bad Place and supposedly dead, but we have seen that hooded figure appearing and wearing Kaia’s face. So, is she still alive, or is only her dead vessel left? I guess the CW has to pick up the show if we want to find out.

It was great to see Alex again. I like how settled she is and the way she tries to live a normal life while being there for Jody at the same time. She feels grounded and surer of herself than when we saw her last time. She also has a nice relationship to Claire, and she got to bond with Patience for a bit in this episode. However, it was weird that she tried to talk Patience out of leaving. She’s been the one that doesn’t to have anything to do with monsters and tries to live a normal life, so shouldn’t she be able to understand Patience better? From her own experience she probably knows that trying to run away from whatever supernatural elements you have in your life doesn’t work that well, but her and Patience background are very different.

Jody was a solid character as she is most of the time – caring, smart and effective when it comes to getting things done. I like that she called Donna for backup and that she tries to keep the girls safe. Her initial argument with Claire reminded me a bit too much of Ellen’s and Jody’s similar argument in season 2, but that’s probably unavoidable. I’m still not sure if her relationship with Patience really works for me because I don’t really see anything between them, but aside from the already mentioned argument the scenes with the other girls and Donna were fine.

Donner herself didn’t get much to do in that episode – she was mostly there to help Jody and the girls. There was an attempt of giving her a little bond with Patience – before Patience came in, Donna was the newbie in some way since everyone else knew about the Supernatural long before her, so it fits that she takes Patience a bit under her wing. Patience herself still feels a bit empty though. She gets the position of an outsider who is not used to dealing with the supernatural yet. There is no much else to her in this episode. We got to know her as a great student and a smart girl who was liked by everyone. Now Donna hands her a shotgun and with her first shot she kills one of the monsters. If it’s that easy to take these monsters down for someone who has never used a gun before, why was anybody even worried?

Story-wise this episode sets up the hunt for Kaia’s killer as well as the monsters from the Bad Place, and a major point will be the fact that Kaia’s killer probably is using Kaia’s body as a vessel now. It’s actually a quite harsh fate that after all that fear and terror she felt when dream-walking in that place she now got killed there. But anyway - they have quite a few places where they can take these characters with that plot, and all in all that setup worked better than expected. It’s also interesting to see that with that rift, Wayward Sisters will probably have less urban myths or monsters from legends or religions, but completely unknown monsters instead. It’s not a bad distinction to make between Supernatural and Wayward Sisters.

As a Supernatural episode

I think it's a different universe. – Yeah, well, this universe sucks.

As a Supernatural episode, it utterly failed. What makes it even worse is that it is the midseason premiere. It’s not one of the MotW episodes, but the first episode after a 6-week-long break. It follows right after events like Dean and Sam realizing their mother is not dead, Jack ending up in the Apocalypse universe, and Asmodeus is still holding Lucifer and Castiel captive. The season is already dealing with all these different plots at once when Wayward Sisters comes along and adds their content to four episodes. They’ve also thrown another new universe into the ring after having introduced the possibility of alternate universes just at the end of last season.

There is way too much going on already, so Supernatural doesn’t really have the time to deal with a fourth plot. Especially if we barely get to see anyone of the people involved in these plots.

While Jack, Mary, Lucifer, Castiel and Asmodeus don’t appear in this episode at all, Sam and Dean – the protagonists of this show – get maybe five minutes of screen time. Within that screen time they don’t accomplish anything. They don’t affect the plot aside from serving as the living MacGuffin to give the girls a goal to work towards.

The last time a Supernatural episode had to serve as a backdoor pilot, Sam and Dean were at least actively involved and were shown to be competent. This time – not so much.

The story within an established universe

Women can do the job fine. Amateurs can't.

This episode introduces us to a new type of monster from an alternate universe, to a mystical stranger with unknown powers and has four teenage girls and two police officers/part-time-hunters searching for the world’s best hunters. As TV shows are written these days, that can’t work without creating tiny irritations and small confusions – especially since we are dealing with a 13-seasons-old universe.

First up: the main problem of this episode is how unbelievable the sudden increase in Claire’s skill is, especially compared to the sudden decrease in Sam’s and Dean’s capability. It feels like the show tries to tell us that Claire’s already a great fighter and only needs to learn not to rush things. The episode tells us via voiceover monologue that these unexperienced teen hunters rescued the world’s best experts when it comes to fighting the supernatural. The contrast within this episode is glaring, and it has nothing to do with the Wayward Sisters being female, but everything to do with how Claire was depicted in a way that didn’t fit what we have seen from her until now.

Of course – the Winchesters need saving every now and then; it’s not the first time they’re trapped like that. And they’ve been saved before by people who have earned their reputation, at least most of the time. But they always have played a more active role than in this episode. Ennis in Bloodlines would have died in that monster club without the brothers. Even with Charlie in an episode they always played major roles in the plot. Eileen was an experienced hunter, and so is Mary. Jody surely has learned a lot over the course of 8 years, and she was a cop to begin with. Claire is none of that. The writers should not need to have Claire parade around with a medal saying "we saved Sam and Dean" to make her an interesting character or to set up the spinoff altogether. Build your characters up without tearing other characters down! So, looking back at all the 200+ episodes that came before this one: shouldn’t the boys be able to fight a single person more effectively after having fought so many other monsters? Shouldn’t they have better skills in getting out of ropes by now, like, don’t you guys usually carry knives for stuff like that? Does anyone of the writers remember that Dean survived a whole year in purgatory? And on a different-universe-related note: if there’s a giant monster looming over you, shouldn’t you run immediately towards the closing rift?

What about the rift anyway – why couldn’t Sam and Dean find it after searching for it for two days, while Claire and Kaia found the brothers immediately? I’m sure Kaia knows the place better then Sam or Dean, but how could she know where to look for them? And if it’s that close they should have found it anyway, especially since it’s the only glowing thing in that whole monsterworld-forest. So why did Claire take Kaia with her through the rift anyway? She’s not a fighter and she’s terrified of that rift. I’d also like to point out the unlikeliness of Kaia being brought into the hospital were Alex works, just when Claire was visiting her.

What’s with all the scars all of sudden? In 13 seasons I can’t remember Sam or Dean getting any scars from there fights, but now that is actually a thing? And how come we never saw Sam keeping a journal? And what about the new rift - how did that portal to monsterland open again? The last time I checked, a Nephilim was necessary to create that. Is that an ability several creatures have now?

And am I the only one who thinks WS!Donna feels a lot more like Briana then SPN!Donna did?

And while I get why the writers wanted the “Sam and Dean were on a hunting trip”-line in this, but 1) they weren’t, they were babysitting a Nephilim and searching for a way to get to their mum when angels suddenly started hunting them, and 2) when Sam and Dean went to search for their dad as a reaction to that line we spend a whole season to get to know them and their skills before they finally got to save them. I liked it better that way.

Now, I’ve listed a lot of things that didn’t work for me in this episode, but as I mentioned before – it’s not all bad. I can see a spinoff starting with this, and I wish the people involved with this good luck. I just would have liked it better if they wouldn’t use four episodes to get on with this. The midseason premiere diverted the focus of the original show so completely and put down the actual protagonists in order to promote their spinoff stars, and that just doesn’t sit right with me. To offer a more positive approach, I have a few ideas about what could have been a little step to improve this episode:

Ideas for improvement

Make Sam and Dean the mentors they’ve been for quite some time now.

Jody has learned quite a lot over time from Sam and Dean (and Bobby as well). Sam and Dean could have helped in the fight against whatever came from that rift at least in small ways, and they could still let the Jody, Donna and the girls do most of the stuff, because as Jody mentioned in the end: they’re busy! They’ve got to find their lost nephilim and their mum! Having them be the damsels in distress is unbelievable and doesn’t add anything to the show.

Let the characters grow slower and give them time for development.

Especially Claire doesn’t need to be the perfect fighter already. I get that among the girls she’s the main hunter, but she should not only need to learn not to rush into things (a lesson she already learned at the end of this pilot) or that she needs her family (which she also realized at the end of this episode), but also how to fight monsters and how to be a real hunter – that she’s been already from the beginning of the episode. She is out for revenge now, and that’s fine. But she’s also a teenager. Give her time to learn the skills that she needs to learn. If you need inspiration for that, go and watch the series “Avatar - The last Airbender”. And avoid making Patience perfect in everything. Her first shot shouldn’t have been an instant-hit.

Show, don’t tell.

Get rid of your voice-over monologues. You shouldn’t need them to tell your story, and the episode will probably feel less artificially as a result. I am convinced that the actors are good enough that they can carry the story and emotions without having to narrate and comment on it.

Relocate the episode somewhere else.

Don’t turn a midseason premiere into a backdoor pilot. Not everyone cares for the spinoff, and people have waited for weeks to see more of the show. They probably want to see how the story arc develops. That is not possible this way and you follow with a MotW episode with the same WS theme. Using episode 13.11 or 13.12 would have worked better in my opinion.

Be honest in your promotion and don’t mislead your audience.

I remember reading “Sam and Dean are trying to save themselves. They’re not passive passengers in this situation." in this article and as how I see it it’s just not true.

Next: Breakdown (spoilers)

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The next episode is the last set up for the Wayward Sisters: with Donna searching for her niece the show can position her character in a more detailed way while simultaneously reminding the audience of the possible spinoff. Sam and Dean will hopefully be more prominent again in this one, but I don’t expect their characters or story to go anywhere – and judging by how the Wayward Sisters backdoor pilot turned out it’s quite likely Donna will be the one to save the day. Hopefully it’s an interesting case anyway, with a few scenes that compensate at least a little bit for the lack of the protagonists in their own midseason premiere.

#SPN #Supernatural #Wayward Sisters #SPN review #review #SPN13 #SPN13x10 #SPN spoilers

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whencyclopedia · 7 months ago

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White Plume

White Plume is a hero tale of the Sioux nation featuring the supernatural trickster figure Unktomi (Iktomi) who serves as a catalyst for transformation, whether for good or ill. In this story, Unktomi is the villain whereas in others, such as The Bound Children, he is a force for good. The tale is among the most popular Sioux legends.

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The following is taken from Myths and Legends of the Sioux (1916) by Marie L. McLaughlin. It has been edited for space considerations, but the unabridged tale will be found below in the External Links section.

There once lived a young couple who were very happy. The young man was noted throughout the whole nation for his accuracy with the bow and arrow, and was given the title of "Dead Shot," or "He who never misses his mark," and the young woman, noted for her beauty, was named Beautiful Dove.

One day a stork paid this happy couple a visit and left them a fine big boy…Time passed, and the boy grew up to a good size, when one day his father said: "Wife, give our son the bow and arrows so that he may learn how to use them." The father taught his son how to string and unstring the bow, and also how to attach the arrow to the string. The red, blue and yellow arrows, he told the boy, were to be used only whenever there was any extra good shooting to be done, so the boy never used these three until he became a master of the art…

One day the boy came running into the tent, exclaiming: "Mother, mother, I have shot and killed the most beautiful bird I ever saw”…The parents decided to give a big feast in honor of their son killing the strange, beautiful bird…The guests soon arrived…The great chief and medicine men pronounced the bird "Wakan" (something holy)…, the chief and councilmen bestowed upon the boy the title of White Plume.

One day, a stranger came to the village, who was very thin and nearly starved…After he had eaten and rested, he told his story.

"I came from a very great distance," said he. "The nations where I came from are in a starving condition. No place can they find any buffalo, deer nor antelope. A witch or evil spirit in the shape of a white buffalo has driven all the large game out of the country…Another evil spirit in the form of a red eagle has driven all the birds of the air out of our country…Many a marksman has tried his skill on this bird, all to no purpose…Another evil spirit in the form of a white rabbit has driven out all the animals which inhabit the ground, and destroyed the fields of corn and turnips, so the nation is starving, as the arrows of the marksmen have also failed to touch the white rabbit. Anyone who can kill these three witches will receive as his reward, the choice of two of the most beautiful maidens of our nation. The younger one is the handsomer of the two and has also the sweetest disposition. Many young, and even old men, hearing of this (our chief's) offer, have traveled many miles to try their arrows on the witches, but all to no purpose. Our chief, hearing of your great marksmanship, sent me to try and secure your services to have you come and rid us of these three witches."

Thus spoke the stranger to the hunter. The hunter gazed long and thoughtfully into the dying embers of the campfire. Then slowly his eyes raised and looked lovingly on his wife who sat opposite to him. Gazing on her beautiful features for a full minute he slowly dropped his gaze back to the dying embers and thus answered his visitor:

"My friend, I feel very much honored by your chief having sent such a great distance for me, and also for the kind offer of his lovely daughter in marriage, if I should succeed, but I must reject the great offer, as I can spare none of my affections to any other woman than to my queen whom you see sitting there."

White Plume had been listening to the conversation and when his father had finished speaking, said: "Father, I am a child no more. I have arrived at manhood. I am not so good a marksman as you, but I will go to this suffering tribe and try to rid them of their three enemies. If this man will rest for a few days and return to his village and inform them of my coming, I will travel along slowly on his trail and arrive at the village a day or two after he reaches there."

"Very well, my son," said the father, "I am sure you will succeed, as you fear nothing, and as to your marksmanship, it is far superior to mine, as your sight is much clearer and aim quicker than mine."

The man rested a few days and one morning started off, after having instructed White Plume as to the trail. White Plume got together what he would need on the trip and was ready for an early start the next morning. That night, Dead Shot and his wife sat up away into the night instructing their son how to travel and warning him as to the different kinds of people he must avoid in order to keep out of trouble. "Above all," said the father, "keep a good look out for Unktomi (spider); he is the most tricky of all, and will get you into trouble if you associate with him."

White Plume left early, his father accompanying him for several miles. On parting, the father's last words were: "Look out for Unktomi, my son, he is deceitful and treacherous."

"I'll look out for him, father;" so saying, he disappeared over a hill.

On the way he tried his skill on several hawks and eagles, and he did not need to use his painted arrows to kill them, but so skillful was he with the bow and arrows that he could bring down anything that flew with his common arrows. He was drawing near to the end of his destination when he had a large tract of timber to pass through. When he had nearly gotten through the timber, he saw an old man sitting on a log, looking wistfully up into a big tree, where sat a number of prairie chickens.

"Hello, grandfather, why are you sitting there looking so downhearted?" asked White Plume. "I am nearly starved and was just wishing someone would shoot one of those chickens for me, so I could make a good meal on it," said the old man. "I will shoot one for you," said the young man. He strung his bow, placed an arrow on the string, simply seemed to raise the arrow in the direction of the chicken (taking no aim). Twang went out the bow, zip went the arrow, and a chicken fell off the limb, only to get caught on another in its descent.

"There is your chicken, grandfather."

"Oh, my grandson, I am too weak to climb up and get it. Can't you climb up and get it for me?"

The young man, pitying the old fellow, proceeded to climb the tree, when the old man stopped him, saying: "Grandson, you have on such fine clothes, it is a pity to spoil them; you had better take them off so as not to spoil the fine porcupine work on them."

The young man took off his fine clothes and climbed up into the tree, and securing the chicken, threw it down to the old man. As the young man was scaling down the tree, the old man said: "Iyashkapa, iyashkapa," (stick fast, stick fast). Hearing him say something, he asked, "What did you say, old man?" He answered, "I was only talking to myself."

The young man proceeded to descend, but he could not move. His body was stuck fast to the bark of the tree. In vain did he beg the old man to release him. The old Unktomi, for he it was, only laughed and said: "I will go now and kill the evil spirits, I have your wonderful bow and arrows and I cannot miss them. I will marry the chief's daughter, and you can stay up in that tree and die there."

So saying, he put on White Plume's fine clothes, took his bow and arrows, and went to the village. As White Plume was expected at any minute, the whole village was watching for him, and when Unktomi came into sight the young men ran to him with a painted robe, sat him down on it and slowly raising him up they carried him to the tent of the chief. So certain were they that he would kill the evil spirits that the chief told him to choose one of the daughters at once for his wife. (Before the arrival of White Plume, hearing of him being so handsome, the two girls had quarreled over which should marry him, but upon seeing him the younger was not anxious to become his wife.) So Unktomi chose the older one of the sisters and was given a large tent in which to live.

The younger sister went to her mother's tent to live, and the older was very proud, as she was married to the man who would save the nation from starvation. The next morning, there was a great commotion in camp, and there came the cry that the white buffalo was coming. "Get ready, son-in-law, and kill the buffalo," said the chief.

Unktomi took the bow and arrows and shot as the buffalo passed, but the arrow went wide off its mark. Next came the eagle, and again he shot and missed. Then came the rabbit, and again he missed.

"Wait until tomorrow, I will kill them all. My blanket caught in my bow and spoiled my aim."

The people were very much disappointed, and the chief, suspecting that all was not right, sent for the young man who had visited Dead Shot's tepee. When the young man arrived, the chief asked: "Did you see White Plume when you went to Dead Shot's camp?"

"Yes, I did, and ate with him many times. I stayed at his father's tepee all the time I was there," said the young man.

"Would you recognize him if you saw him again?" asked the chief.

"Anyone who had but one glimpse of White Plume would surely recognize him when he saw him again, as he is the most handsome man I ever saw," said the young man.

"Come with me to the tent of my son-in-law and take a good look at him, but don't say what you think until we come away."

The two went to the tent of Unktomi, and when the young man saw him, he knew it was not White Plume, although it was White Plume's bow and arrows that hung at the head of the bed, and he also recognized the clothes as belonging to White Plume. When they had returned to the chief's tent, the young man told what he knew and what he thought.

"I think this is some Unktomi who has played some trick on White Plume and has taken his bow and arrows and also his clothes, and hearing of your offer, is here impersonating White Plume. Had White Plume drawn the bow on the buffalo, eagle, and rabbit today, we would have been rid of them, so I think we had better scare this Unktomi into telling us where White Plume is," said the young man.

"Wait until he tries to kill the witches again tomorrow," said the chief.

In the meantime, the younger daughter had taken an axe and gone into the woods in search of dry wood. She went quite a little distance into the wood and was chopping a dry log. Stopping to rest a little she heard someone saying: "Whoever you are, come over here and chop this tree down so that I may get loose."

Going to where the big tree stood, she saw a man stuck onto the side of the tree. "If I chop it down the fall will kill you," said the girl. "No, chop it on the opposite side from me, and the tree will fall that way. If the fall kills me, it will be better than hanging up here and starving to death," said White Plume, for it was he.

The girl chopped the tree down and when she saw that it had not killed the man, she said: "What shall I do now?"

"Loosen the bark from the tree and then get some stones and heat them. Get some water and sage and put your blanket over me." She did as told and when the steam arose from the water being poured upon the heated rocks, the bark loosened from his body and he arose. When he stood up, she saw how handsome he was.

"You have saved my life," said he. "Will you be my wife?"

"I will," said she.

He then told her how the old man had fooled him into this trap and took his bow and arrows, also his fine porcupine worked clothes, and had gone off, leaving him to die. She, in turn, told him all that had happened in camp since a man, calling himself White Plume, came there and married her sister before he shot at the witches, and when he came to shoot at them, missed every shot. "Let us make haste, as the bad Unktomi may ruin my arrows."

They approached the camp and whilst White Plume waited outside, his promised wife entered Unktomi's tent and said: "Unktomi, White Plume is standing outside, and he wants his clothes and bow and arrows."

"Oh, yes, I borrowed them and forgot to return them; make haste and give them to him."

Upon receiving his clothes, he was very much provoked to find his fine clothes wrinkled and his bow twisted, while the arrows were twisted out of shape. He laid the clothes down, also the bows and arrows, and passing his hand over them, they assumed their right shapes again.

The daughter took White Plume to her father's tent and, upon hearing the story, he at once sent for his warriors and had them form a circle around Unktomi's tent, and if he attempted to escape to catch him and tie him to a tree, as he (the chief) had determined to settle accounts with him for his treatment of White Plume, and the deception employed in winning the chief's eldest daughter.

About midnight, the guard noticed something crawling along close to the ground and seizing him found it was Unktomi trying to make his escape before daylight, whereupon they tied him to a tree. "Why do you treat me thus," cried Unktomi, "I was just going out in search of medicine to rub on my arrows, so I can kill the witches." "You will need medicine to rub on yourself when the chief gets through with you," said the young man who had discovered that Unktomi was impersonating White Plume.

In the morning, the herald announced that the real White Plume had arrived, and the chief desired the whole nation to witness his marksmanship. Then came the cry: "The White Buffalo comes." Taking his red arrow, White Plume stood ready. When the buffalo got about opposite him, he let his arrow fly. The buffalo bounded high in the air and came down with all four feet drawn together under its body, the red arrow having passed clear through the animal, piercing the buffalo's heart. A loud cheer went up from the village.

"You shall use the hide for your bed," said the chief to White Plume.

Next came a cry, "The eagle, the eagle." From the north came an enormous red eagle. So strong was he, that as he soared through the air his wings made a humming sound as the rumble of distant thunder. On he came, and just as he circled the tent of the chief, White Plume bent his bow, with all his strength drew the arrow back to the flint point and sent the blue arrow on its mission of death. So swiftly had the arrow passed through the eagle's body that, thinking White Plume had missed, a great wail went up from the crowd, but when they saw the eagle stop in his flight, give a few flaps of his wings, and then fall with a heavy thud into the center of the village, there was a greater cheer than before.

"The red eagle shall be used to decorate the seat of honor in your tepee," said the chief to White Plume.

Last came the white rabbit. "Aim good, aim good, son-in-law," said the chief. "If you kill him, you will have his skin for a rug." Along came the white rabbit, and White Plume sent his arrow in search of rabbit's heart, which it found, and stopped Mr. Rabbit's tricks forever.

The chief then called all of the people together and before them all took a hundred willows and broke them one at a time over Unktomi's back. Then he turned him loose. Unktomi, being so ashamed, ran off into the woods and hid in the deepest and darkest corner he could find. This is why Unktomis (spiders) are always found in dark corners, and anyone who is deceitful or untruthful is called a descendant of the Unktomi tribe.

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Prompt: Dog adoption, poor pitiful creature found they can’t leave behind.

This kinda deviated from my initial plan, I decided to keep it though.

Drabble #7

Characters: Claire Novak, Donna Hanscum (SPN/Wayward Sisters)

Spoilers for Season 13 “Wayward Sisters”

Warnings: I don’t think any apply? Maybe monster slaying.

It started out as a rumor, as mostcases did. A small town by the canadian border, where people hadreported seeing “a giant grey wolf, larger than a grizzly”several times over a few months. Then, a man had disappeared in thearea of the sightings, and when they found only a finger and parts ofhis spine, the sherriff’s and coroner’s reports had caught Jodie’sattention.

Currently unoccupied by other cases,and the portal to the „Bad Place“ in Sioux Falls inactive for afew days now, Claire and Donna had agreed to take a look at thatbeast, whatever it was. The road trip was fun (both Claire and Donnaloved singing along to the radio loudly, and they had enough huntingstories to chase away boredom).

They set up camp in the only motel intown, asked around for eye witness reports and even got one blurrycellphone picture, half obscured by a thumb… But it was enough toagree that their prey was not a werewolf at all. Instead it lookedlike a giant husky with glowing red eyes and black smoke around itsfeet.

They ran the case by Sam, Garth andJodie, and all agreed that it was possibly some sort of mix betweendog/wolf and hellhound. Silver bullets should do the trick, andindeed it took only one night of stalking the forest and a singlebullet, fired by Donna right between its eyes, to take the beastdown. They could just snap one photo before the corpse began tosmoke, then dissolve and vanish without a trace. They sent thepicture to Garth and Sam and were just downing their first post-huntcelebratory drink when Garth called Claire back.

„Hiya kid! Congrats on your case, butdid you notice the thing was a mama dog? The picture showed swollen,lactating udders and….“ Claire dropped the phone in shock andturned wide blue eyes on Donna. „Uh, we have a problem.“

30 minutes later they were back in theforest with infra red goggles and fresh bullets in their guns.Tracing the giant paw prints turned out to be incredibly easycompared to stuff they normally did, and it wasn’t long beforeClaire could hear a pitiful whimper. She and Donna carefully crept closer in the direction of the sound, guns at the ready when they sawit…

A tiny little puppy, complete withfloppy ears, big paws and eyes that could melt hearts of granite. Allalone and so young. God damnit! They couldn’t kill that!

Claire adopted the puppy and named it„Wolf“. Under her loving care it grew up to be as tall as hershoulder, its eyes flashing red when it was angry, definitely partshellhound in ist ancestry. The first time it set Jodies curtains onfire was a shock, but once Wolf grew, Claire taught it to burst intoflames on command.

Wolf became her fierce protector,trained to kill only supernatural creatures, somehow especiallyeffective against the lizard monsters that crept over from „The BadPlace“. Soon, warriors of the other world brought back stories ofher, and legends were told of the blonde warrior with her dire wolf,and all the monsters in and around Sioux Falls quaked in fear whenthey heard its terrible howl.

#supernatural #drabble day #spn drabble #spn fanfiction #birthday #birthday drabble #donna hanscum #claire novak #wolves #hellhounds #claire is a badass #warrior princess

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rachembol · 7 years ago

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Dust in the Wind (Part 4/?)

Pairings: Sam x Reader (Eventually)

Genre/Warnings: Self-discovery, vengeance, grief, absentee father, typical Supernatural violence, cursing, fluff, shitty writing, idk probably typos?

Words: ~2 k

Summary: Life as a post doc was stressful, but your typical norm: lecturing in the morning, working in the lab in the afternoon, and finally grading homework and working on your publications in the evening. Of course, that life came crashing down the day the sheriff of your hometown called telling you of your mother’s brutal murder. As the only child of a single mother, you had to return to your small Midwestern town to bury the only person who supported you and pushed you through everything. While sorting through her belongings, you had come across a small box whose contents had you switching your title from Doctorate in Biology to Hunter. What would become the search of your lifetime will not end the way you expect it.

a/n: This is my first attempt ever at writing fanfiction. You know it’s garbage, I know it’s garbage, we all know its garbage. Just trying to get the writing part of my brain semi functioning while also enjoy the interesting universe that is Supernatural. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism!

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Before grabbing the beers off the counter, you adjusted your bra and shirt; just enough to get the maximum effect of your frame. You predicted that this would be your only chance with the Winchester brothers before they could figure out who you really were, making this an all or nothing effort. You silently thanked your intuition to clean up a little bit and switch to a more revealing top before you had left your motel room earlier.

Time to put on the dipsy charm.

You made your way through the bar, making damn sure your hips swung to the beat of Juke Box Hero playing on, ironically, an old beat up juke box in the corner of the room. You could feel the eyes of many watching you, some with lust, some with admiration. Even in just a slightly revealing top and blue jeans, you knew how to hold yourself in such a fashion that attracted the other half of the population. It wasn’t often you got to display your form, as you were an extremely modest individual; however, the glares from the bar patrons did more than boost your confidence, to say the least.

“Hello, boys.” You winked as you placed the beers on the table. “I didn’t expect to see any hunters in this area, especially the infamous Winchester brothers.”

There was a slight pause before shorter one answered. It was obvious that your charm had been working.

“Well, we’re just as surprised at being recognized.”

“Oh, is that so? For a no name hunter as myself, you two are legends in the hunting community.”

“Legends?” He chuckled as he snagged the beer you had placed in front of him. “Did ya hear that Sammy? Legends!”

Scoffing at his brother, the one you presumed to be Sam turned his attention toward you. “I apologize for Dean. He drove for way to long and has already finished off more than a few drinks.” He paused before he continued, attempting to think about the conversation he was having with you instead of your beautiful Y/C eyes staring at him. It wasn’t just the color either, that caught his attention, but the familiarity of them as well. He just couldn’t quite place it.

“I’m Sam.” He finally blurted, not knowing what else to say as he held out his hand.

“Rebecca.” You lied as you shook his hand. “Rebecca Vocale.”

Continuing to show his intoxication, Dean began questioning you flirtatiously after introducing himself too. “Now that’s a pretty name. Say Rebecca, what brings you out to the lovely Sioux Falls area?”

“A werewolf case actually. Just finished up burning the bastard before stopping by for a drink.” Let the lying continue.

“Werewolf? And Jody didn’t catch wind of it? Damn, that’s unusual.” Sam replied.

Jody? Who the fuck is Jody?

“Hey Sam, have you seen my phone?” Dean asked suddenly, slurring his words horribly.

Rolling his eyes in frustration, Sam answered crudely. “You probably left it in the Impala.”

“You’re right! I’m gonna go get it.”

“As long as you promise to not drive off and leave me here.” Sam sighed.

Stumbling to get out of the booth, Dean whined at his brother. “Now when have I ever done such a horrible thing like that?”

Dean left before another word could be said. You were shocked to see how much these two argue. After all, they were supposed to be the greatest team in the hunting community, yet here they sat fighting like an old married couple.

“What’s up with you two?” You blurted.

“I really am sorry.” Sam apologized, again. “He and I are currently working a uh- very personal case. It’s taking a toll on both of us mentally, and seeing as he prefers to drown out his brain with alcohol-“

“He becomes even more difficult to deal with?” You interrupted with a smile.

All he could do was nod in agreement. Both of the boys had been super frustrated, even with the good news from Jody about R’s vehicle info. They were fortunate enough to have her sweep the salvage yard instead of themselves. Knowing how upset Dean would have been discovering the study destroyed, Sam wouldn’t have been surprised if Dean had destroyed something out of anger as well.

You watched as Sam continued to not say anything; he just continued picking at the label on the beer you had brought. There was pain and sadness in his eyes and you were surprised by your growing sympathy for the man.

“Hey.” You nudged him. “It’ll get better.”

Looking up at you, he smiled. “It’ll only get better once we know no one is looking for him anymore.”

“Him?” You questioned. Fear began to trickle down your spine as you remembered the Winchesters’ ungodly ability to fake FBI badges.

There’s no way they were the one’s who got a hold of Sullivan. That’s... impossible right?

“Uh, yeah. Let’s just say someone is looking for someone extremely important to Dean and me. We’re pretty sure a shapeshifter is involved because there is no way someone would be looking for a de- “. Realization spread across Sam’s face as he stopped midsentence. You could see the gears turning behind his blue-green eyes.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Looking for a what?” You asked, a little bit more quietly that intended.

Sam cleared his throat, planning his next words carefully. Before he could speak, he felt his phone go off in his pocket. You watched him scan it quickly before he snapped his head up at you. You began sweating bullets.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

“Say Rebecca, it appears my asshole of a brother has left already. You wouldn’t by chance give a stranded hunter a ride back to his motel, would you?”

THANK GOD!

Relieved, you answered him. “Yeah! That shouldn’t be a problem! Where are you staying?”

After paying your tab, you and Sam headed out the back door of the bar. He gave you the address to his motel and you pulled out your keys from your back pocket. You two bounced light conversation while walking through the parking lot. As you got closer to your car, Sam became increasingly nervous. Finally reaching your Blazer, you soon discovered the cause of Sam’s anxiety.

One second you were looking at your reflection in the driver side window, the next you are lying on your back with all the air knocked out of you. You could feel the hand that had a hard grip on your ankle; from your peripheral vision you were able to see the being connected to it crawling out from under your car. Instincts kicking in, you pulled the revolver you had tucked in your waste band. You were starting to cock it when Sam came running over and took the weapon from you.

“Damnit Dean! Did you have to knock the wind out of her?” Sam yelled as he held you down. You weren’t going to give up without a fight. If these boys wanted to play rough, you would give them just that.

“Let go of me. Now. Or I will start screaming ‘Rape!’” You could feel the venom of your words as you spoke.

“Listen, Rebecca, we aren’t here to hurt you. We just want to know why you’re looking for Bobby!” Sam pleaded, his eyes searching your face as he tried to figure out if you were bluffing. Dean was now completely out from under your car and sat to your left. He still showed signs of being inebriated, but the adrenaline in his system was doing wonders.

“I gotta tell ya, kid. I didn’t suspect you for a damn second until I walked out here and saw your Blazer. Don’t know what you did to that poor woman’s mind but fortunately enough she remembered your car.”

Through your clenched teeth, you began cursing yourself. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I don’t know what the hell you are talking about. I don’t know a Robert Singer!”

With that, Sam and Dean looked at each other for a brief second, the perfect amount of time for you to wiggle yourself free from Sam’s grip. Once you escaped, you immediately stood to retrieve your fallen revolver. Sam launched himself off the ground in an attempt to reach the weapon first but failed. Pointing the gun right at the boys, you pondered what you should do next.

“Look, Rebecca.” Sam began while holding his hands up in defense. “Obviously you know who he is because we didn’t even mention his name! We know who you are. We know you bribed the cop.”

“Not to mention you used R as an identifier when communicating with Deputy Dumbass!” Dean chimed in.

“You… Don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“Please. We came all this way to find who was looking for Bobby; to set the record straight. It’s obvious you’re not a shapeshifter as you would have burned from my ring earlier.” Dean said as he held up his hand to show you the silver ring. “You’re clearly a hunter, a familiar one I might add. We can’t place where but if you just set the gun down and we talk this out-“

“Talk this out? You attacked me! I was going to give Sam a ride back to your motel for Christ sake!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, we had to make sure you weren’t a shapeshifter. It isn’t normal for somebody to be looking for a de-“

“Dean!” Sam cut him off.

“What!” He huffed.

“Now is not the time nor place.”

“Not the time nor place for what?” You yelled at Sam. This was getting out of control, you were getting out of control. You needed to end this soon.

Get the info and get out.

“Just-ugh. Let’s end this. Tell me where the hell Robert Singer is!”

“Why do you want to know?” Dean exasperated.

You couldn’t believe the audacity these two had. You had a loaded and cocked gun in their face and they still wouldn’t give you an answer right away. Sam kept his eyes on you, their blue-green color filled to the brim with- with sadness?

Why would he be looking at me like that?

“It’s classified, okay? I just need to find him as soon as possible.”

Finally understanding that you weren’t going to back down, Sam decided he needed to be blunt with you.

“We will tell you once you tell us who you really are.” He stated as he began moving closer to you; the tip of your revolver instantly began to track him. “Your name isn’t Rebecca, and it sure as hell isn’t Vocale either.”

The look of confusion mixed with concern was plastered all over Dean’s face. “Sam, what the hell are you doing?”

The closer he got the more your body screamed to back up, but you stood your ground. If this six-foot idiot wanted to get shot, he would get shot. Right?

“At first, I couldn’t figure out how I knew you, but I know those eyes.” He now stood five feet away. “I know those cheek bones.” Now three feet. “I know who you are, so say it.” The tip of your revolver now poked into his flannel.

Uncocking your weapon and holstering it, you looked at both Winchester brothers. A tear slid down your face as you spoke, barely above a whisper.

“My name is Y/N Singer. I’m looking for my father.”

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