Along with my best friend,
we hunted the paranormal.
It all started with our website HellHoundsLair.com,
which somehow created a tulpa,
a result of the Tibetan spirit sigil being posted on our website,
the collective thoughts of all our viewers inadvertently brought a dead guy back to life,
and all the new legends posted constantly change his nature.
We defeated him with our awesomeness,
and a little help from Sam and Dean Winchester,
even though we were the real heroes.
A few years later we ran into the Winchesters again,
except this time we had a few more friends,
and a van.
We defeated that horror fest as well,
with a little help from Sam and Dean,
only a little.
Then almost 5 years past,
snd again we ran into the Winchesters.
I had become engaged since the last time we met,
I was actually planning on quitting,
and having a nice life.
But my best friend claimed we needed to track down a ghost named Thinman,
causing me to abandon my fiancee,
and rejoin the team.
After things started getting a little heavy he wanted to drop out,
to let the Winchesters handle it,
but this was our case and I wasn’t gonna give it up.
My friend dropped me off in some woods near a grocery store,
and I searched.
I soon ran into Thinman,
and narrowly escaped with a cut across my stomach.
After I was patched up my friend explained to me that he made up Thinman,
that this was the only way he could get me away from my fiancee.
I blamed him for selfishly destroying my chances of a normal life,
and for living a lie.
Once the case was wrapped up,
and I shot one of the monsters,
I killed someone,
they were evil,
but that doesn’t give me the right.
I grabbed my things,
and left my best friend standing in the dust.