hunting instinct

It’s early in the morning and nobody will probably read this but I just had the greatest ‘humans are space orcs’ idea

Imagine if humans are the only species that experiences impatience.

Think about it. Most prey animals are extremely patient. Ever meet a deer or a rabbit in the woods and hold still to try and out-wait the thing? I can guarantee your brain starts sending bored bored bored messages very quickly, and your instincts start telling you to give up and find something else to do. Humans can do the patience thing- as evidenced by our endurance hunting methods- but our instincts tell us not to. Correct me if I’m wrong, but this feels like a predator development. I have the idea that if aliens are mostly prey-based, and we’re predator-based, then the aliens will be very patient and we just aren’t.

As an evolutionary development, being impatient can be brilliant. It means that we didn’t sit around and wait for the ice caps to warm up, we knew we didn’t have the technology to survive that level of cold, but we did it anyways. We were trying to send people into the sky and then into space before we had fully figured it all out, simply because we didn’t want to wait and think it out, we wanted SPACE and we wanted it NOW. And personally, I tend to be extremely productive and inventive when I’m feeling impatient. Mechanic is booked for a few days? I’ll figure out how to change my oil and tires and tint my car’s windows myself. Strawberry season is still 4 months away? I’ll get a heat lamp setup and grow them myself. Friends can’t visit and help move furniture for a week? I’ll build a trolley out of some toy cars, tape, a chessboard, and do all the lifting myself.

This impatience is what made us design faster cars, faster computers, faster internet, faster communication, methods of growing food faster, of processing food faster, we’re always looking for the quickest and most efficient thing simply because we are not patient. 

Impatience leads to a type of creativity and persistence that patience just doesn’t have.

Imagine aliens starting to realize this.

“You got to your moon before you had developed LED screens??? You didn’t even have computers that could do basic math?!”
“Well, what else were we gonna do, sit around and wait?”

“Your planes don’t have gravitational control? Don’t you experience discomfort from the acceleration and directional changes?”
“Sure. But we needed to get on the other side of the planet in a decent amount of time.”
“So… what you’re articulating is that you’d rather have physical distress than have to have a long journey?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Human____, our mechanical teams will be on site in several of your earth hours, so we won’t be going anywhere until then.”
“Screw that. Where’s the manual for this thing? I bet I can fix it.”
“But you don’t have any mechanical training.”
“I also don’t feel like sitting around on this rock for ages.”

“You’re back already? I thought your medical representative told you to not be walking on that limb for another of your weeks.”
“Ugh. I just can’t anymore. I’ve got to get up and move and do something, anything.”
“But doesn’t that hurt to walk on?”
“…You would choose pain over waiting?”
“What can I say, I’m not a patient person.”

Like aliens just being baffled that humans would rather work hard or struggle with a problem or even experience pain and discomfort. They, as prey species, are used to just waiting it out. They don’t have the same impatience driving them to get up and go and to fight through things just because they can’t wait any longer.

Human: Ain’t nobody got time for that!
Alien: Why don’t you have time? Is something scheduled soon?
Human: No, I just don’t feel like wasting time.
Alien: But… it’s not wasted. It’s time well spent. And you do technically have the time to spare for that. If there’s nothing scheduled, then you do ‘got time for that’.
Human: No. No, I don’t. It’s just… no.

Humans are Weirdos (ft.  animals)

I know a popular ‘humans are weird to aliens’ topic is how easily humans can bond to animals. But then think the opposite.

We humans are so weird because we are practically bonding magnets to animals.

We have our social hierarchies, so it makes sense that we can fit in with certain groups like dogs and even gorillas if we can understand them enough. We get ourselves acquainted with dogs who have been domesticated and these dogs will leap into our laps and constantly bother us for pets and treats and licking us as a way to show affection. People who can get certain animals to open up to us are super cool. Aliens are in awe of how our understanding of them can get us into a pack so readily that humans who are super close to normally protective dog mothers are allowed to hold their precious babies.

We can even manage to bond with animals like cats, known to be mostly solitary. We care for these cats and when they’re comfortable they will break their isolation and seek us out for affection.

Imagine an alien seeing a dog or cat go to an upset human and try to nuzzle them or snuggle into their lap to let themselves be held for our emotional comfort. These animals which, though currently domesticated, were descended from predators streamlined towards a goal of becoming efficient hunters. Willingly coming to our emotional aid and comforting us because they’ve bonded with us so closely.

Aliens see dogs act as protectors and bark away intruders on the human territory, but instantly turn happy when they know it’s their owner and friend. They see cats utilizing inborn maternal instincts to hunt down and leave 'gifts’ of dead things in an effort to feed and teach their humans to take care of them since we’re such worthless hunters in their eyes. They’ll even know if something is wrong with humans medically before we do, or know about disturbances in the home like fires or gas leaks, and will uncharacteristically jump us to get us out of danger.

And when humans are in danger by others, and an animal senses it before we do, these animals will immediately jump on the defensive and snarl and warn against any potential enemies  and try to alert us.

You’ve got dogs who will literally jump on intruders and bite them when they’re trying to attack their human owners. Throwing themselves and and intimidating animals many times larger than themselves for our sake. Even cats, the ones people might think aren’t very interested in their humans, will throw themselves into the fray and claw the hell out of something that’s a danger to a precious human of theirs.

And, for an added bonus, imagine if we can get this to apply to bigger, deadlier animals with similar capacity for pack bonding.

After months and months of talking, mimicking, feeding, and caring for a giant predator the rest of the crew refuses to near, it’s sort of relaxed to the human. A sense of loyalty that 'yes, this creature cares for me’. Then, one day, pirates invade the vessel and somehow the animal gets loose. Cue the crew panicking when it comes ambling out of its’ holding bay at the time when a pirate is about to bring a knife or something down on the human. Two seconds later this pirate is running and screaming for its life when it sees it. The creature takes a running start, LEAPS over the human (which was closest to it and already injured) and takes off after it. When that pirate is either captured or dead, the creature returns to the human, nuzzling them and making sounds to see if they’re okay.

The human is smiling and mimicking the sounds back, or just talking to it to say what a 'good boy’ it is.

The aliens of the crew are in shock.  The rest of the humans just smile knowingly.

Bring it on Home

12x19 coda. Part ½ (Cas’ POV) 1.5k. (ao3)

Cas is sitting in the Bunker’s main room, going over some of Sam’s research, when a dull clunk sounds next to him on the table. He glances over at the noise to see Dean pushing a cassette towards him.

“What’s this?” Cas asks, looking up at Dean.

Dean clears his throat, eyes darting away from Cas’, and taps two fingers on the top of the cassette, “For when you’re on the road next.”

Cas takes the cassette in his hand, examining it between his fingers.  Deans Top 13 Zepp Traxx.

“You made this for me?”

Dean’s cheeks color, but he recovers quickly, with one of those pleased-confident smiles of his. “Yep! Remember how I was talking the other day about educating you on good music? Well, Zepp’s the best so I figured this would be a good place to start.”

“Thank you, Dean, I’ll make sure to take careful notes on my opinions about each song,” Cas replies. He rubs a thumb over Dean’s handwriting on the front and smiles, slipping the tape into the pocket of his suit jacket.

Dean chuckles, awkwardly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “Well, I expect a full report back.”

“I’ll make sure to call you after my first listen,” Cas replies, mouth tipping up into a smirk.

“You better.”

When Cas leaves on his quest for Kelly Kline, he heads east first, driving his rickety truck on the 36 towards Kansas City. He flicks on the local classical station until it fizzes out two hours later and he remembers the weight in his suit pocket.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, Cas digs the tape out of his pocket and pushes it into the tape deck. Dean didn’t tell him the track listing, so Cas doesn’t know for sure which songs are on here. The first song starts off with a roaring guitar and Cas has definitely heard this one before. He smiles, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. Images filter through his mind of Dean singing at the top of his lungs, very out of tune, and slamming his hands against the steering wheel like it’s a drum set.

The first song ends and the second starts, just as fast as the first, but with a quicker beat of drums and guitars. Robert Plant sings – well Cas isn’t sure singing is the correct word, it’s more like yell-singing – about Rock N’ Roll. Cas does, however, understand the appeal to this man’s voice. It’s rough, but in a strangely enchanting and seductive way. He wonders if this, aside from the musical quality, is what drew Dean to love this band. After the first three songs, all upbeat, and obviously rock songs, the fourth slows down a bit, starting with a ballad-like guitar and a haunting whistle in the background. Ah, yes. Stairway to Heaven. It’s a beautiful song, untrue, since there is no possible way for anyone to buy a stairway to heaven, and portals are the only access to heaven now. The song may be rather romantic in its idealism, but Cas can clearly picture Sam and Dean as kids sprawled out in the backseat, listening to this song, while their father drives, headlights piercing the darkness.

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Headcannon of werewolf!Mccree finding that his human s/o is pregnant with a small litter of werewolf puppies?

I would like to just start this off by saying that I love anything to do with werewolf McCree and demon Hanzo so if you have any McHanzo fic recs (that don’t have anything explicit in them) including these two topics in any way shape or form I would die happily.

Also at the moment of me posting this, my puppy has currently trapped himself in an existential crisis called a leash and doesn’t know what to do with himself.

I’m going to free him.

Hope you have a lovely day friend!! <33 

-Mod Cherry

I love you for sending me this request thank you.

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Being with Cas (A Drabble Series): Hunting with Cas

warning: very brief angst, blood.

Being with Cas Masterlist

Originally posted by thelaughingmagician

“Please be careful, Y/N,” Cas whispered from beside you, getting his blade ready as you both stood outside the warehouse. “Stay behind me, do you understand?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at Cas’ protective nature. “I got it, babe.”

Cas nodded before the two of you busted into the vamp nest, taking out at least 7 vamps within a few minutes. Things were going smoothly and you both thought you had taken out all of them.

Until you heard Cas scream your name, a look of terror written across his features as he fought off another vamp that had come at him out of nowhere.

A cold hand suddenly wrapped around your neck from behind you before you felt sharp teeth sink into your skin. You let out a scream, the sound of your heart ringing in your ears. You knew you had to act fast or you weren’t going to make it. You immediately kicked backward, the heel of your foot landing right into the vamp’s groin, effectively getting him to let go of you. 

“You bitch!” the vamp growled.

He took one step toward you before he was completely evaporated by a very angry Cas. 

“Cas!” you turned around to face him, relieved that he was alright.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice frantic as his eyes locked on the blood oozing from your neck.

You nodded as his hand hovered over your neck, sighing in relief when his grace soothed the pain and healed your wound. “Thank you,” you breathed out, leaning your head on his chest as he took you into his arms. “Where’s the other vamp?”

“Dead,” Cas responded, his nose nuzzling your hair as he sighed. “You scared me.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you apologized, pulling away to look up at him. You were surprised–and confused–to see him smiling down at you.

“But I should’ve known your hunting instincts would kick in,” he continued. “You’re very badass, Y/N.”

You grinned from ear to ear, laughter escaping you as you pushed him playfully. “You’re one to talk, Mr. I-Can-Blast-Everyone-Away-With-A-Flick-Of-My-Wrist.”

Cas smiled bashfully and looked down at his shoes, shrugging. 

You laughed at his modesty, pulling the sleeve of his trench coat. “Come on, Angel. Let’s go home.”

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The Cardinal Rule

@jhoomwrites well, my hand slipped and suddenly it’s way past my bedtime, but here ya go

cardinal-rule. Noun. (plural cardinal rules) A fundamental rule, upon which other matters hinge.

Even as a rebel, even tearing apart the pre-written script and setting out in his own free will, Castiel had followed the one cardinal rule of angels: never get romantically involved with a human.

Of course, the reasoning for the cardinal rule had constantly been disputed. Naomi used to tell him that the humans corrupted angels. Anna had believed, before cutting out her own grace, that it was the other way around, with angels corrupting humans. Uriel thought of humans as little more than mud-monkeys capable of basic thought, Balthazar found their minuscule time spans not worth investing the effort, Hannah feared angels would accidentally squish them.

It was agreed among all, of course, that romance begat the possibility of a nephilim, which was universally thought to be a danger.

So, despite his growing feelings for Dean Winchester, Castiel had managed to resist them. This rule, this strange cardinal rule, wasn’t worth breaking. At least, he thought so up until Dean almost died saving them from Amara. It was one near-death too many, as far as Castiel was concerned, and he’d kissed Dean without thinking.

And, in a miracle even more unbelievable than his survival, Dean kissed back.

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anonymous asked:

A while ago I saw you mentioned that cats usually hunt by lying in wait in front of like, rodent burrows. When I googled it all I got was videos of cats stalking prey and how to keep your pet from hunting rare birds lol. Do you have any good sources on how cats hunt?


First Holidays Together Headcanons

-First valentines day together as a mated couple and the Omega expresses their love with sappy heartfelt cards and making all the Alpha’s favorite foods. The Alpha expressing themselves by writing cheesy poems on post it’s and sticking them everywhere, also leaving teddy bears and other gifts where they know their Omega will find them and lots of lovely kisses

-An Omega mating with an Alpha that doesn’t know much about St. Patrick’s day and enjoying pinching them all day because they didn’t know they were supposed to wear green

-Painting eggs together on Easter and all the Omega’s eggs are so intricate and cute while the Alpha’s are all just one color or a murky brown color from being dipped in too many different colors

-The Omega hiding all the eggs for fun and being so incredibly amused when the Alpha’s hunting instincts kick in and they go searching around the house and yard like a small child

-4th of July and the Alpha being so excited about the fireworks and the Omega low-key dreading the frighteningly loud noises but enduring it to make their mate happy. Holding their Alpha’s hand tightly and staying tucked into their side through it all

-First Halloween as mates and the Alpha really wants to wear a cheesy couples costume and the Omega is just completely against the idea, so the Alpha keeps begging and bribing and “Oh my God did you just try using your Alpha voice to make me agree to dress up as a bottle of mustard?!”

-Going to a pumpkin patch together and the Omega picking out a small perfectly round pumpkin while their Alpha bounds through the rows of pumpkins like a puppy, searching for the biggest pumpkin they can find, while also low-key trying to impress their mate with how heavy of a pumpkin they can lift

-First thanksgiving as mates and spending it with the Alpha’s family. The Omega helping their mate’s Omega parent in the kitchen and being lovingly interrogated, “what do you love most about my child? Do they treat you well? Do you want children? How many? Etc.” and the Omega blushing and responding all quiet and shy but with such obvious affection in their voice, and the Alpha is quietly listening from the hallway with a red face and a goofy grin, being so happy about hearing the love and adoration in the Omega’s tone but also being so glad that the two most important Omegas in their life are getting along so well

-The Omega watching in awe as their Alpha clears three entire plates of thanksgiving dinner before deciding they are full…and then heating up leftovers just a couple hours later after eating half a pumpkin pie

-Decorating their first Christmas tree together and the Omega had insisted on getting a really tall tree but in order to decorate the upper half they have to sit on their Alpha’s shoulders. The Alpha blaring cheerful Christmas music and then tightly gripping the Omega’s legs before spinning in circles in front of the tree till the Omega is shrieking/laughing about how they are gonna fall

-Baking Christmas cookies in matching holiday aprons and the Omega being really into actually baking while the Alpha is more focused on trying to steer them under the mistletoe or “accidentally” smearing icing/dough on the Omega’s neck and face and then insisting on licking it all off…finally getting the Omega under the mistletoe and exchanging heated but sugary sweet kisses, the Omega not realizing that their Alpha had left very clear flour handprints on the ass of their jeans and then trying to figure out why their mate keeps smirking later on when they go to the store

-Watching Christmas movies and talking about how excited they are for future Christmases when they have children

-New Years Eve, watching movies and cuddling on the couch and the very sleepy Omega trying so hard to stay awake but they doze off and once the clock strikes midnight they wake up to a light kiss being placed on their lips and a whispered, “Happy new year, love” before they are carried upstairs and warmly snuggled into bed with their mate

wetleavesandfeathers  asked:

Do people not realize that "natural" is not the same as "good"? It's natural for cats to want to mate and produce offspring, but most people understand that it's irresponsible and dangerous to allow them to do that as often as they want. There are so many ways to provide enrichment for pet cats that will satisfy their hunting instincts without endangering the cat or local wildlife.

Good point that I could never figure out how to articulate correctly! 

Another example: it’s natural for many animals to eat their offspring but that doesn’t mean we should let them! 

Natural =/= good or necessary. 

Jouta Kujo Week, day 3 : Spending time with family!

kakyoins milf hunting instincts +  jotaro pussy magnet kujos charm = the familys favorite boy  

Sleeping is Hard

Warnings: none, FLUFF.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sister! Reader

Summary: Sister Reader can’t sleep so Dean helps her.

Readers Age: any

Word Count: 584

You turned and shifted in your bed, your eyes were feeling heavy yet your mind wouldn’t shut down. You could only think about your past hunts and all your mistakes. Suddenly you gave up trying to sleep and slowly lifted your body from the bed.

Slowly you opened your door, making a soft creaking noise. You tip-toed your way out of the dark room that belonged to you and began to walk away. You didn’t know where you were going you just kept on moving your feet, wandering around mindlessly. Your feet making a soft pattern of tip, tap, tip, tap.

Your body reached the kitchen, and you thought maybe a hot calming tea would ease you. You grabbed you favourite mug and poured water in then putting in the tea bag and let it sink.

Putting it in the microwave, your mind was still flooded with thoughts of everything you’ve ever done. You noticed that the counter on the microwave was on 2 and you stopped it so it wouldn’t make those annoying beeping sounds wouldn’t wake up your brothers.

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Do you think it was coincidence that Hirsch set a worldwide treasure hunt in motion only a few weeks after the release of Pokemon Go? And only a few days after it was released in Japan (where one of the earlier clues is)? 

Remember this?

Coincidence? I DONT THINK SO

Originally posted by cartoonshows

“Should we be killing anyone?”

Friendly reminder that Sam and Dean are basically professional murderers.

Remember the scene from 6x15, “The French Mistake” when they enter the parallel universe? The first question Sam asks is “Should we be killing anyone?”

Of course it’s meant to be funny. And it is (like literally everything in that episode.)

But although they can be the cutest of cinnamon rolls, we should absolutely never forget that they went through years of training before they were even legal.

John gave Sam a .45 when he was nine. NINE. It’s another one of this lines we tend to laugh at, because it is so totally absurd, but still – if you think about it, it’s sick.

Just for fun I googled the training Navy SEALs go through. It’s more than a year. They spend weeks honing different skills. Sam and Dean started training, well, pretty much after they were born. But let’s say they actually started with ten.

They were sparring, crafting their own bullets, learning about the monsters out there. Dean never went away and in the prologue he’s 26, giving him 16 years of training. Sam would have ten, considering he’s been in Stanford for two years. (Some sources say it was four years, but in The Pilot Deans says two so I’ll go with that.)

Now, unlike Navy SEALs they actually had real cases during their training. Plus, the younger we are, the easier we pick stuff up. They basically trained not only their brains and bodies, the act of hunting became an instinct. Example: Even after two years in Stanford Sam still hears Dean coming in, is completely prepared for a fight. It’s part of who they are.

And as I said: They were not just training. They are learning by doing – confronted with a foreign thread, a monster they never encountered before, they need to use what they have and defeat it. It’s not like it’s enough that they know how to handle a gun. They can use knifes, machetes, are good at-hand-to hand combat. They can use pretty much everything that just stands around in a normal house as a weapon. You and me would think ‘decoration’. Sam and Dean think ‘possible weapon if necessary’.

They learned how to treat their own injuries – and not just scratches. Bullet wounds, deep cuts, dislocated shoulders – no problem. And what’s completely stunning: They could even dig a bullet out of themselves. Stitch themselves up. Do you know how much that would hurt? What kind of will power is necessary to pull that off? We don’t think about that. Sam is quiet and Dean jokes his way through situations like that.

That’s called coping mechanism. Seriously, Dean and Sam are well-trained assassins, instincts honed to keep up with supernatural beings, raised to kill.

And the next time you watch an episode, just keep in mind that behind Sam’s gentleness and Dean’s laughter is a man that could snap your neck before you even realize they’re there.

Just saying.


…so a while ago I had a dream that Niantic revealed that Spark was actually blind! And his saying “trust your instincts” took on a completely different meaning. Furthermore, the reason he specializes in egg-hatching is because he feels like he can get a closer bond with hearing, touch, etc. And why’s he so enthusiastic about every Pokemon? Because he CAN’T SEE he’s just happy to have caught something and have another friend. PLS SAVE SPARK

tbh the dream made me kinda sad but now I’m like rlly on board??

Another shot of my circa 1970’s Fred Bear Super Kodiak Recurve Bow. It’s the Fascor model with factory sight milled into the riser and has the original round ring pins and stiff brush rest. A great shooter. even the Camo limb sleeves are vintage.

Just Breathe

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic Attack. FLUFF.

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister Reader.

Summary: Sister Reader gets an anxiety/panic attack and Sam and Dean help her through it.

Word Count: 802

Y/N/N: your nickname.

You were all sat in an old motel’s table; Sam, Dean and you. Papers and old books were scattered across the living room. You were all researching for a case you had found, it was about 10 o’clock in the night. The entire room was quiet, the only sounds heard were the gentle swish of a page turning, and the occasional sigh from your brothers.

You heard a soft tapping on the window, making your head rapidly move to see what it was. The tapping soon became faster and louder, rain. You hated rain, it was too much noise and it always bought thunder with it. And soon enough, the crackling of thunder was heard.

“Looks like storms coming.” Dean huffed out as he too looked at the window. His eyes then slowly moving back to the old book he had placed on his lap.

You felt as your heart beat began too move faster, and your breaths became shorter. You breathed in deeply trying to ignore the cold feeling that was beginning to grow in you. You knew it wouldn’t be gone completely for a few hours so you tried to focus on the papers in your hands.

A couple hours passed and the feeling hadn’t gone yet and it was becoming more and more difficult to focus on the bold black letters printed on the thin papers. Sam took out a pencil and was writing something down, scratching his head once in a while and sighing heavily. Dean was slurping on a some soda he had bought earlier in the day, the rain had not passed yet and you were starting to freak out a bit.

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Prompt: Reader has been hunting erratically with Sam every since Dean died at the end of 3x16. What happens when he comes back?

Reader Gender: Female

Character / Fandom: Dean Winchester / Supernatural

Words: 7,886 (I originally posted this as 4 separate chapters on FanFic and AO3)

Warnings: Nothing really… angst & fluff I guess.

“Go ahead. Underestimate me. I dare you.” Your fingers flex around the handle of the machete. Having been dipped in dead man’s blood, it would poison the vampire the moment her skin was broken.

She sneers, exposing a row of razor sharp teeth. “You think you’re bad ass, don’t you?”

The muscles between your shoulder blades are rigid. The nest had been infiltrated easily enough. The vampires that lay at your feet were freshly turned, less than a month judging by the amount of bodies that had been showing up at the morgue. Now, only one remained. The ring leader was standing in front of you. She was older, more experienced than her fallen brethren, but that didn’t mean much. Not when she was facing a hunter of your caliber.

You arch a brow as you twirl the blade expertly at your side. “I don’t want to brag, but yeah.”

“Allow me to put you in your place.”

This moment right here is what gets your blood pumping. You love the rush of adrenaline, the way it makes you feel. All of your senses are heightened, your hunting instincts kick into overdrive until there are no more bad guys, until they’re lying dead at your feet. And then, when the effects have worn off, you’re left wanting more. You crave the next rush, the next hunt, the next kill, the next injury.

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Huntress- Part 8: Ketch

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E8, so warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five

Part Six

Part Seven

Sam and Dean walk over to the Doctor who’s fiddling with his clipboard. They reach into their inside pockets and retrieve the FBI badges, but, before they could even properly show them, the man waved them by and mumbled “Your colleges are already inside.” 
The brothers shared a look and headed in.

Inside, was Cas, Crowley and you. You were reading the case file at the end of the corpses “bed”. Your Dad looked shocked that you were there “Y/N? How did you-”
“I took her.” Cas says. You glance up, wondering how he’ll take it.
Your Uncle shook his head, but he was smiling slightly “Well you’re hear now. Anything interesting?” 
“Not really. They clearly have no idea what the cause of death is, though.” You flip the pages back to the front one and attach it back.

“This is Wallace Parker, a powerful man of pretty much everything.” Cas explained as your Dad pulled back the sheet.
His eyes were completely gone, in place were blackened sockets surrounded by red blotches. You grimaced slightly however you didn’t look away.
“So, Lucifer used this guy as a vessel?” You asked aloud, nearing the corpse. 
Your Dad held you back lightly from getting to close, even thought the man was clearly dead. Maybe he was more worried about you seeing it. ‘Too late for that’ you thought.

“He did,” Crowley took centre stage “Only he’s moving on to bigger people. Highers. Celebrities. Anyone with an influential position in society,” He added on a sarcastic note “Next he’ll be after the bloody Prime Minister.”
“President.” You corrected him and he nodded slowly.
“Him too.”
Your Dad put the sheet back over to cover his face and let go of you completely. 
“I agree with Agent Zapper.” Cas nodded seriously. 
“Would you stop.” Uncle Dean sighed and you giggled.

“Notice anything missing?” Your Dad swiveled his laptop so you and Uncle Dean could both see the images. He flicked between them, Uncle Dean took over and did the same. 
Some of the pictures he was smiling and had a big cross round his neck. Others he was perfectly serious and no cross was in sight. 
It sure sounded like Lucifer was hiding there.
“The cross.” You answered.
“Exactly.” Your Dad nodded.
“So you recon that’s where Lucifer’s hiding?” Uncle Dean asked.
Your Dad nodded again, taking his laptop back. “Worth a shot.”

The Impala pulled up at the back of the Church, you looked up and noticed it was much more modern than any others you’d seen. Of course, it wasn’t new, but it wasn’t ancient either. It had a more homely feel to it, perhaps not with Lucifer wandering about it though.
“No one’s home.” Uncle Dean declared, after having tried the door a few times and looking in through the slightly blurred window.
“I’ll grab the torches.” Your Dad hurried back to the car.
“Got a lock-pick?” You looked up at your Uncle who frowned a little. 
“You know how to?”
You held out your hand and knelt down in front of the key hole. You felt a small instrument being placed into your palm. “Ta.” You say, inserting it into the lock.
After fumbling about a bit you heard the click you were hoping for. 
Standing back up, you hand the lock-pick back to your Uncle and wait for your Dad. He came over and handed you a torch. “You picked the lock?” He squinted in the dark to see the switch on the torch.

“Yep.” You say, switching yours on. Uncle Dean went in first, then you then your Dad- he smiled, impressed that you knew how.

Nothing but the three of your footsteps filled the silence of the building. You shine your torch around slowly, aiming at the door handle before reaching towards it. Focusing on the gun in your pocket in case you needed to fire, you stepped into the room and did a quick once over with your light to make sure there was no immediate danger. You did a double take in the corner, where a body lay, shaking every so slightly. You stared at it, not wanting to move at first. “Dad.” You whispered, looking back.
The brothers appeared in the doorway, their eyes following your light and they run over to the man. “Father.” Dean kneels down next to him.

He looks up, his robes were splattered with blood to match his bloodied face. Breathing heavily, he held up a hand “It wasn’t him.” He gasped.
“His eyes…red.”
You gulped when he started whispering an exorcism. 
Your Dad steers you away from the dying man and you went on to the next room. More bodies, all in the same state as the Father, were sprawled on the ground, or hanging from the ceiling. You look down in respect, not wanting to spend much longer in there.
Either your Dad felt the same way or he noticed you were getting uncomfortable “Come on,” he said “let’s go.”

Sat in the main room of the bunker, you watching over your Dad’s shoulder as he typed away on his laptop, Cas fidgeted in his chair and frowned. “Did the Bunker wardings fail?” He grunted.
“No I uh, disabled them for a while to let Crowley in.” Dean explained.
“What so Crowley can now just wander in whenever he feels like it?” Your Dad obviously wasn’t happy with the idea. “I’d prefer to keep him away, far away.”
“Well thanks for the love, Moose…” He paused and nodded at you “Mouse.”
You rolled your eyes.

“What do you want, Crowley?” Cas sighed.
“I have some news. After all one of my own holds quite the position within the approachable boarders of-”
“Can we skip the drama for once, Crowley.” Your Dad sassed.
“Can we get you without the flannel? No.”
“What’s your point?” You looked him in the eye and he seemed to recoil a bit.

“I believe this is Lucifers’ next vessel.” He took hold of the laptop and typed in something before turning it round. “I give you, the President of this very United States.”

You head in to the main room only to find Cas carrying some cups of tea back in for your brothers. Well…America’s excuse for tea anyway.
He cried out in pain and your expression fell. “Cas?”
He dropped the cups and clutched his head.
“Cas?” You rushed over to him, followed by your Dad and Uncle who must have heard the crash. 
“Angel radio,” he managed “There are so many voices.” He squeezed his eyes tight shut and groaned “There’s been a huge serge in celestial energy. A  Nephilim.”
“Isn’t that-?” You started recalling your memory of Mythology from before but didn’t want to say it. It sounded so strange.
“Yes,” Cas nodded, you forgot he could read minds “An offspring of an Angel and Human.”

“So Lucifer has a kid?”
No one dared answer.

Uncle Dean left alongside cas to grab any necessities, you tried to follow on but your Dad stopped you. “Y/N, this is getting dangerous, and I mean real dangerous. I’m okay with letting you go on hunts but this…” He paused, running his hand through his hair “I can’t let you get hurt.”
You looked at him, unsure of what to say.
“Y/N, I don’t want you getting involved in this. If it doesn’t go to plan then you could get seriously hurt. I can’t let that happen to you.”

You nodded slowly, lost with what to do with yourself. “Okay.” You didn’t want to argue with him. He was far too serious to say otherwise and something told you he was very aware of Lucifer’s powers.

Alone in the bunker you were completely bored. Not to mention worried.
Who knew how long it would be until they came back?
What if they didn’t come back?

However, you weren’t left alone with your thoughts for long as a loud and clear knock came at the door. Hunting instincts took over and you grabbed your gun, putting your demon-blade in your pocket for extra caution.
You climbed up the stairs quickly but almost silently. You then waited. 
Another knock sounded and you swung the door open, holding out your gun.
Sir?” You tilted your head, shocked that he was there but confused more than anything.
“Brooks.” He nodded, using your single-barrelled surname. Your Mum’s surname.
“Do you know where the Winchesters are?” Mr K asked, placing a hand on your gun and lowering it for you. You seemed to have forgotten.
“Oh..uh, why?” 
“I have reason to believe they’re in a rather sticky situation. Sam rung me and-”
“He called you?”
“Yes. Do you know where they are?”
“I know where they’re headed.” 
“Excellent. Lead the way.”

You pulled up where your Dad, Uncle Dean and Cas were fighting some men who were posing as Police Officers. You looked at Ketch who was already stepping out of the car, you got out, avoiding the confused gazes of those across the Motorway and headed to the boot of the car. You opened it p and pulled out the Grenade Launcher.
“Gentlemen, I suggest you get out of the way.” Mr K declared, it sounded calm enough but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a threat. 
You handed him the firearm, fully armed and ready for battle. But he didn’t take it, “Would you care to do the honours?” He suggested, quietly but enough for you to hear. You smirked, having always wanted to have fired one. The Chapter House never let you…until now.
You held the gun as you’d been taught, not really sure how much pressure was needed where but it seemed to work okay as when it fired everyone launched out of the way. 
You couldn’t help but smile when the car burst into flames, sending small pieces of metal flying out. 
“Always wanted to do that.” You chuckle quietly, placing it back in it’s case and into the boot.
“I know.” Mr K still spoke seriously but he had a hint of a smile creeping onto his expression.
“Come along.” 

“Gentlemen, Arthur Ketch.” He greeted quickly, wanting to get down to business, but he turned back round to face you.

“So what you’ve just been watching us and waiting for a moment to appear?” Uncle Dean asked, guessing their ways of work. As logical as it probably sounded, you knew that wasn’t how they worked.
“No we’re good dogs we only come when called.” He stated proudly. 
“What and you’re their Tracker Dog?” Uncle Dean scoffed at you, he was in some sort of mindset that you’d betrayed them in some way.
“He said you were in trouble.” 
“We had reason to believe so when he called.” His long finger outstretched to point at your Dad.
“I hung up.” Your Dad pointed out.
“Well yes, but that meant to us that you were in danger. Which you were. So it’s a good job you did.”
“How are we supposed to trust a damn word that comes outta your mouth?” Uncle Dean snapped.
“Your niece does.” Mr K looked at you, his expression unreadable.

“We understand that America has a…” He chose his words carefully “different way of dealing with the Supernatural. However, we believe we can help each other.”

“Was uh,” Uncle Dean cleared his throat “Was that a grenade launcher?”
“Quite…you see, the British Men Of Letters have been engineering sorcery and technology together for centuries. For example, what do we use instead of decapitation for vampires Brooks?” He asked you like a teacher would and you frowned.
“Irradiation.” You sighed.
“Which is?” He encouraged.
“You reorder the DNA to make their own blood lethal to them.” You recite like a robot. 
“Very good.” He nodded.You thought he was close to offering you a treat.
“Cool.” Your Dad smiled despite himself. 
“Yes well the toys are the fun part. A personal favourite of mine is this: a hyperbolic pulse generator, which-” He glanced at you, expecting you to finish the sentence.
“Creates a bolt of force that removes the demon from the body it possesses. Without causing harm to the vessel themselves.” As you recited it you realised something. “Wait,” You paused “Would that work for an Angel?” 
Your Dad raises an eyebrow, understanding where you were going with this. 
“I suppose so. Why?”
“Lucifer.” Cas stated coldly, he’d been quiet up until that point. Mr K’s eyes widened. 
“If you want to work with us you have to trust us. Lucifer is real and very dangerous…We need that.” Cas looks at the generator as though it would disappear if he so much as blinked.
“In fact, didn’t you have one Brooks?” Mr K turned to you “I believe we sent you over here with a bag of necessities.”
You frowned “You did?”
“Of course, we’re not monsters. We promised your Mother we’d find your Father and we did.”
Your eyes narrowed angrily. Your Dad listened, curious to hear more of their side.
“I’m sensing that’s not quite what happened.”
“That crazy lady tried to kill us!” Dean shouted.
“Bevell? Yes I suppose she can get overexcited at times.”
“She uh, tried to kill me too. I figured that was your orders to be honest…” You looked down sheepishly.
“Why on earth would I want to kill you? You’re our… you were one of our best. I suppose Miss Bevell wasn’t the best of people to send over. She was never fond of you.” He sighed.
“Why not?” Dad asked, wanting to know even more.
You swallowed “Depends on which angle you’re looking at it from.”

After having to explained to Kelly the situation, you all got into position. Hoping for the best was perhaps over-optimistic but it was better than worrying.
The red-haired lady stepped towards you and smiled “I’m Rowena, Mother to the King Of Hell and a powerful Witch.” She introduced herself with over confidence and a bittersweet smile. 
You stared at her and nodded slowly “Okay.” You mumbled.
“Most people mention the accent.” She was trying to get you to be interested in her but frankly, you weren’t.
“Oh…say Hi to Scotland for me.” You remarked and she “hmpfed”.
“I will.” 

Once the house was empty of body guards, the President himself, Lucifer within him, stepped inside. “Kelly, what’s wrong?” The muffled voices could just about be heard from the other side of the wall.
Your Dad walked over to you and put his hands on your shoulders, he looked directly at you and spoke very quietly “Stay back and don’t make yourself known to him. Promise me?” 
You nodded, making him squeeze your shoulders slightly more “Promise me.” He said it ever so slightly louder and you whispered a “Promise.”
He nodded: “Okay.”.

Your Dad took the generator from Cas’ grip, who stood back next to you and waited.

The next moments happened so quickly. Your Dad made himself known as he held out the generator-a sphere, perhaps an oval, with strange markings engraved all over it’s faces.
Rowena began to chant something you couldn’t understand, she threw down some ashes into a pot of fire and continued to chant.
Great blue flame-like embers circled Lucifer like vultures, waiting to attack.
Another chant, this one louder and they did. He stumbled backwards.
“This isn’t over Sam!” Lucifer shouted over the noise.
“Go to hell!” Your Dad called back.
You shielded your eyes, but still managed to just about see as the scene quietened down to nothing.
Everyone was silent.

The body fell to the floor, Lucifer now completely gone from him. “Jeff?” Kelly ran over.
“Cas get her out.” Uncle Dean ordered.
You stood waiting, not knowing whether to speak or not.
Cas left with Kelly. Sam and Dean knelt down next to the body. “Is he dead?” You asked, not getting any closer.
“No,” Uncle Dean shook his head, his hand feeling for a pulse “He’s alive.”

“We did it.”
“We got Lucifer.”

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