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Bobby often had said, that the hunter community was nothing but a bunch of grannies having their panties in a bunch. Not because they would all wear similar clothing or they could be so stubborn you wanted to pull out every single hair on your head, but because they both shared a special love for gossip.
Though elderly woman had probably other matters to discuss than hunters.
In bars all over the country, groups of hunters would get together and talk about everything that had happened in the last few weeks, or months. Mostly the conversations would be about amazing accomplishments, difficult hunts and even new types of monsters in the area. But sometimes, and those moments were loathed by many, something had happened with the Winchesters. They were like celebrities among the hunters, one of the few hunter legends actually, but the news they brought along with them was mostly negative.
This time, the whole situation was a bit different. The rumour of a new conflict had arisen, and the ones involved in it were well-know. Every hunter had already been informed about it within a week after it had started, and even for their standards that was fast.
The first party in the whole drama, and the hunted one, were the Winchesters. It was one of the most important reasons for the hunters to be excited about this conflict, nobody had actually the balls to go after them anymore since you would probably die trying. They were powerful opponents, with sometimes heaven and hell on their side, one must be stupid to chase those guys.
And that leads us to the one tracking them down. A well-known hunter, specialized in Vampires called (Y/N). You had managed to make a name for yourself. You were easily as famous or as skilled as the Winchesters, however, you didn’t have the awful habit of putting the world in danger before saving it, or picking fights with evil characters below and above earth. Whenever your name was mentioned, it was in awe and respect. The stories about you and your companion who was know as ‘the ghost’ were told by every hunter across the world. I mean, how many times would you find a hunter actually successfully work together with a ghost? But not only was everyone aware that your skills were unbelievable, they knew you weren't a full-on asshole like most hunters. The few that had been given the opportunity to hunt with you, came back with amazing stories that often would be assumed fake or exaggerated by the others, but they would tell it to their friends and so on.
Nobody knew why you would be looking for them, but everyone was curious to find out. For them it was as exciting as a mash-up of a fan girl’s favourite series. Like buffy the vampire slayer with the X-files. Bets were made by hunters about whether you would find them, if someone would get killed or what the reason was behind the whole chase. But in the end it all didn’t matter, because what really happened, and how things took so many turns would be clear to a few people who have been on the road so far.