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My name is Carter and I am a hunter.
I don't mean a camouflage wearing, deer hunting hunter.
No…I hunt your worst nightmares. I hunt the things that go bump in the night. The things you thought were just stories made up to scare young children and gullible adults? They're real. They're very real and are more gruesome than your stories could begin to describe.
I, along with my 2 best friends, Freya and Blaire, travel across the country hunting and killing these monsters before they can hurt any more people than they already have. Always a phone call away or sometimes a car length behind is my adopted father, Bobby Singer. He is gruff and a little redneck but he is the most knowledgeable person I have ever met. His research has saved our asses more than few times. Also never more than a phone call away are our close family friends, Dean and Sam Winchester. They are the best hunters I have ever seen. They've been to hell and back, literally. I've known them since I was 5 and came to live with Bobby. There is also Castiel, an Angel. Yup, they're real. He's a bit awkward, but he is fiercely protective of "his" humans. Luckily, I fall under that category.
Bobby saved me the night I discovered that the monster under my bed was real. A Crocotta, to be exact. By imitating my voice, he was able to lure my parents into my room and he killed them. In return, Bobby killed him. It was a new move for a Crocotta to be so bold as to come into a home, which Bobby was soon to inform me about. I had no other family so Bobby brought me to his home. Bobby tried to protect me from the worst of the supernatural world, but I was an incredibly curious child. Before I could read, I would look through his books at pictures of the monsters that roamed this Earth, before long I was reading the books. Digesting the information as quickly as I could. Eventually, Bobby gave up on shielding me and began to train me to protect myself. It began simple enough with learning as much about these creatures as I could and simple target practice. By the time I was 10, we had moved on to self defense. Dean and Sam would occasionally join us for a week or so at a time while their dad, John, went on hunts. Bobby trained them, the same way he did me. Brains before muscle.
When I was 18, much to Bobby's dismay, I felt the urge to set out on my own. I quickly found out why Bobby had been opposed to this, when I met my match with a nest of angry vampires. I would have died there that day if Freya and Blaire hadn't come to my rescue. They had both been raised by hunters who had been friends. They had been on their own for about 6 months before they found me. We quickly decided that 3 was better than 1 or 2. Freya, she's the brains of this group. Bobby may be the only person who knows more than she does. Blaire, she's our muscle. She packs some serious strength in that little body. And me? I'm the reckless one.
So here we are, 4 years later. We're a ragtag little group. A little bit worn around the edges, but still holding strong.
