3 months later:
I was off work and relaxing around the house when the phone rang. It was a hunter named Gerald that I had never met needing some information. I told him I really didn't know where to find the info but that he was more than welcome to come and look for himself. He had never met Elaine but had her contact information that someone had given him before. He arrived about 6 hours later looking disheveled like most hunters do and I invited him in and let him go through Elaine's books. He seemed nice enough, was quiet and respectful enough to stay out of my way. He was still looking through books at dinner time so I invited him up to have some dinner with me. We started dinner off pretty quiet but then he started talking to me. Suddenly my life began to take on more meaning, I knew what I had to do. First he chastised me for letting people I didn't know into the house without any real protection. Then he told me stories about a hunter named Bobby Singer and what he had done for them. I was amazed. Here was a guy who could be a sort of home base of information, backup, all sorts of things that hunters really needed. I was right here with a house, information stores and medical knowledge that could help as well. As we continued to talk I decided this was something I needed to do.
I continued to work but spent my days pouring through all the information Elaine had gathered over the years. I learned more about monsters than I ever really wanted to know. I was seldom without a book in my hand and some of the books I hoped were just part of her collection and not actual accounts of true monsters. I took a firearms class and learned to shoot a gun. There were plenty of weapons in Elaine's storage area but most are self-explanatory like knives. I got pretty good with handguns, shotguns and rifles; someone once told me I was a natural. I studied all of the ritualistic type things that could save me like demon traps, angel wards (wtf?), salt, and anti-possession symbols. I began making the house a fortress. I painted the ceilings and floors with demon traps and angel wards. I decided I liked the way the house looked so hid them and covered them up where I could. I used glow in the dark paint on the ceiling and walls that you couldn't see in regular light unless you knew what you were looking for. I found some mesh tubing that was tightly wound enough I could fill it with salt and attach it to entryways and windowsills. All in all I think I had done a pretty good job with the little/no knowledge I started with. Now all I had to do was to let people know I was here and the house was available for whatever they needed. I still had a phone number for one of the hunters who seemed to be helping people, Jesse I think his name was. I gave him a call and laid it all out. Here was a house that was relatively safe with lots of information, books, and supplies. I also had medical skills should a hunter need it. The house was big with lots of rooms and beds. If any hunter was nearby they should forgo the hotel and stay at my house instead. I gave him my cell phone number and went fast asleep.
The next day I had a hunter show up on my door needing to do some research. I set him up in one of the bedrooms and let him peruse the library (it was really a basement but it housed all the books and stuff so whatever.) I went to work and when I returned he was still there. He was pleasant and didn't seem to cause any trouble at all. When I went to work the following day I started to wonder what would happen when the house was empty if I was at work and someone needed help. I really needed to find someone to stay at the house and help watch over things. I called Gerald to see if he knew someone who could help me. I knew he was an active hunter but I figured he might know someone. He couldn't think of anyone but said he'd let me know if he did. The more hunters that came around the more information I collected on them as well. If they were going to be coming around I wanted to have information in case I needed it or someone else did. I kept a journal of phone numbers and tidbits in case they came in handy. Things were moving along well for a couple months and my house was seldom quiet anymore. What started as one hunter here or there turned into many hunters at all times rotating throughout the house. Even if someone was on a case an hour or two away they would stay in the house. The house took on a life of its own and the hunters who were there rotated through taking care of things. Someone cooked someone else did dishes, it was like its own family except everyone mostly got along.
My life was still the same but with many more faces and I hoped they were really friends. My life didn't take a change until they showed up on my doorstep. When I opened the door and looked into his eyes I never knew what would transpire and how much I would grow and change. How my life as a hunter really started was when I opened the door and heard, "Hi I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam."