Condemnant quod non intelligunt

wendigo set :3 in the supernatural life challenge
 
"i had come across the boys in one of the rare days i did field work
 
sam, gangly and highly intelligent. dean, bottle of emotions and broad shouldered.
 
obviously, i did not reveal my identity, instead watching them work from afar and dropping them hints along the way. no need to get my hands dirty.
 
i was there, after all, to identify the creature and procure info on it and broadcast it to the rest of the hunters. i'd've rather not fight it unless necessary.
 
but it was, and i eventually did.
 
nothing too impressive, a putting in stage of a plan devised mostly by samuel, with some of my ideas.
 
we parted ways with me giving them out the adddress of the shack and my phone number - if they need info and can't get it at Singer's, they know who to call now."

Supernatural Life: Introductory set
Name, and a few fun facts XD
 
If i were in the SPNverse, I'd probably be more of an information gatherer than an active, seek 'em out and bust 'em hunter.
 
I'd help people, and other hunters, and my house would be used as an information checkpoint, a safe house, or simply a place where hunters could rest and replenish their supplies or info.
 
I'd also always try and invent new things, make illustrated books and guides of monsters and locations for hunters to use and reference, and write books on various hunting topics, from all the stories and advice the other hunters would give me
 

 
RELEVANT POEM
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
Emily Dickinson

"Father Reynolds: That's right. The archangel Michael, with the flaming sword. The fighter of demons, holy force against evil."
 
13b. Michael

Anna Milton set.
 

 
Dean Winchester: That's another question. Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?
Anna Milton: You don't mean that.
Dean Winchester: I don't? A bunch of, of miserable bastards, I mean, eating, crapping, confused, afraid...
Anna Milton: I dunno, there's loyalty, forgiveness... love?
Dean Winchester: Pain?
Anna Milton: Chocolate cake.
Dean Winchester: Guilt?
Anna Milton: [firmly] Sex.