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    Mysterious Celestial || Supernatural

    Y/n is an unusual creature: not human, but not demonic. Y/n is a different celestial being who was sent to Earth to complete a mission for Heaven (whatever that may be). Y/n finds themselves crossing paths with Dean Winchester, his younger brother Sam, and an angel, Castiel. Y/n spots the 3 men at the crime scene; the 3 of them spot Y/n as well. Y/n searches the trees newr the scene, scanning for marks or symbols indicating what creature murdered these people. Y/n hears a twig snap behind them, their head snaps at the noise, then Y/n hears a familiar *whoosh* behind them. Before Y/n can react, Castiel teleports behind Y/n and places 2 fingers on the back of Y/n’s head, causing Y/n to fall unconscious. As Y/n wakes up, they find themselves tied to a wooden chair in a motel room. Ropes twist tightly around Y/n’s ankles and wrists behind the chair. Underneath the chair, a devils trap is laid out, and on the table closest to Y/n is hunting equipment: holy water, silver blade, iron crossbar, and other tools and weapons. In front of Y/n are the 2 brothers: Dean and Sam. The other man, Castiel, is not with them. The brothers cross their arms as they wait for Y/n to wake up.

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    Paths Crossed 💨

    Y/N is different- they always have been. Y/N been a hunter for as long as they can remember, following in their father’s footsteps. As they tracks a creature to a small town in Maine, Y/N finds themselves crossing paths with 2 brothers and an odd man in a trench coat: Sam, Dean, and Castiel At the murder scene, Y/N watches from afar, scanning the area for clues: marks, symbols, signs of what the creature could be. As Y/N looks back at the policemen, they spot the 3 men pretending to be FBI agents and questioning the police. When Y/N is questioning people about the mysterious murders at the local bar, the 3 men appear and start asking weirdly similar questions. As Y/N finds a place to sleep at a motel, they spot the familiar black ‘67 Chevy Impala parked a couple spaces away from the door of their motel room. As morning rolls in, Y/N finds themselves, once again, crossing paths with the other 3; eating at a local diner, 2 booths over. One man particularly catches Y/N’s eyes: Dean. A 6’1 broad man, a stubble on his delicate features, his green eyes tinted with gruffness and a hidden sadness. Will Y/N speak to them now? Or will Y/N wait until one of them speaks first?

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