I'm Alina.
I'm 22.
My mother is a French Hunter.
My father was an American Hunter.
My mom used to be a good friend of Mary Winchester, so growing up, I've spent most vacations with Sam and Dean.
That was until my dad died on a hunt five years ago. Ever since then I've been living exclusively in France.
But two weeks ago, my mom went back to help John Winchester on a case, and I haven't heard from her in six days.
Well I had no other choice.
After five years I am now back in America, ready to find her. And for that, I know I'm gonna need some help from my old friends.
The events are taking place in Season 1. This is a character insert but I'll add a lot of details and dialogues to give Alina a proper backstory, so she'll be her own person.
*This is a fanfiction, I do not own any of the Supernatural characters, just Alina and some people related to her (her parents, her friends in France...). Please know that my first language is French and this is my first time writing in English, so if you see any mistakes, let me know with a comment!*
(S1EP1 - Pilot)
18 YEARS AGO
"Uncle Bobby! Dean is messing with my dolls!"
"Dean!" Bobby Singer's loud voice made the walls tremble as soon as he heard the sweet little voice of the sweet little Alina upstairs, complaining for the forth time in two days about Dean Winchester.
Every time the two children found themselves alone in a room, one of them would start screaming until Bobby or Sam would come and separate them. This time, Dean had stolen one of Alina's favorite dolls to hide it above the closet where she could not reach it.
"She broke my walkman!" The young boy tried to defend himself.
"No I didn't!"
"Oh yeah?! I saw you play with it this morning so if it wasn't you who..."
Dean stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw from the corner of his eye, his brother Sam's little head quickly disappearing with fear behind the door.
Alina, who had also spotted the younger brother, ran to stand in front of the door, blocking the passage with her arms open on each side of her fragile little body.
"Okay, okay!" She shouted at the now silent Winchester. "I broke your walkman! It was me! So you can hide all my dolls if you want I don't care! "
She then quickly pulled her tongue out as a sign of rebellion, before leaving the room at full speed and disappearing in the hallway, just like Sam a few seconds ago.
Later that day, Alina and Sam were climbing the stairs after the young boy had found his friend in tears under a dried tree.
"You should've told Dean it was me Alina. It's my fault if he bothers you all the time."
The little girl immediately punched Sam's arm, making him stare at her in confusion while rubbing the sensitive area.
"Now we're even Sammy! But you should stop playing with Dean's stuff. "
When they finally entered the room laughing, they were surprised to find all Alina's dolls laying on her bed, safe and sound. The little girl threw herself on the bed with joy, hugging her friends she had missed so much without noticing Dean laying on his own bed, his eyes closed and a slight smile on his lips that he concealed when he cleared his throat.
"We're good for this time." He said, feigning annoyance. "But don't touch my stuff from now on, that clear?"
Little Alina just laughed as she jumped out of her bed to join Dean, and surrounded him with her arms. "Thank you Dean!"
"Yeah whatever, just get off of me!" He protested, managing to free himself from the embrace.
Sam watched them with a grin, relieved to see his friend happy again. Alina knew that despite his coldness, Dean was unable to be as mean to her as he could be to his brother. That's why she always took the blame whenever Sam would make a big mistake.
Bobby passed by at the same time, also relieved to see the children in a good mood again. Even if he knew that this truce would not last.
"Come on kids, let's eat some pie in the kitchen before I take it all for myself."
Alina grabbed Bobby's hand with the most adorable smile on her lips. "Can I stay and play with my dolls Uncle Bobby ? Dean can have my slice."
"Awesome!" Dean screamed, already running to the kitchen downstairs before Bobby could say anything.
"You kids..." Bobby sighed, gently pinched Alina's cheek and went to join Dean. "You better not eat all that pie kiddo!".
PRESENT DAY
In the middle of the night, a shadow slipped in the least discreet way through the window of Sam Winchester's apartment. A few minutes then passed before the owner of the place made his appearance and began to fight the intruder, with remarkable expertise.
However, the intruder managed to bring Sam down, keeping him on the ground with force. "Whoa, easy tiger."
"Dean? You scared the crap out of me!"
"That's 'cause you're out of practice." The older brother laughed still pinning his sibling to the floor.
But an annoyed Sam suddenly grabbed his brother's hand and yanked, slamming his heel into Dean's back and reversing the roles.
"Or not." Dean admitted, tapping twice where Sam was holding him. "Get off of me."
"Well aren't you two the cutest brothers the world has ever seen?" A voice suddenly mocked them at the window, catching both Dean's and Sam's attention. "I hope you're not as glad to see me as you were to see each other, 'cause I'm not getting slammed on that floor in my favorite jeans.
The two boys, still on the ground, had to look for a second at the girl leaning on the window from outside with a big smile on her face, then back at each other, then her again, before letting out in the same confused tone "Alina?!"
"Hey boys!" Alina said, amused at their reaction. "Oh Dean I'm sorry, did I ruin your big dramatic entrance? Let me guess, you were just 'looking for a beer'?"
They finally decided to get up, still glancing at the second intruder, eyes wide open. And Sam was going to be the first one to talk after a long moment of silent, but another voice behind them stopped him in his track. "Sam?"
Sam's girlfriend Jessica, turned the light on as she entered the room still sleepy, wearing shorts and a crop Smurf shirt.
"Jess. Hey. Dean this is my girlfriend Jessica. And Jess you know..."
But when Sam turned his head to look at Alina, he only found an empty spot at the exact same place where she was standing a second ago. Dean who was still looking appreciatively at Jessica, finally noticed Sam's sudden silence and turned around, frowning once he realized that the girl was gone. Was she even here in the first place? Or did they just hallucinate after hitting their heads too hard while fighting?
The boys were now heading to the parking lot, arguing about their childhood. "The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."
"So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"
"Now why would you insult pie like that?" The same voice as before interrupting their argument.
Again, the brothers turned their heads in the same direction, at the same time, seeing the same girl leaning on the side of the Impala, the car of her childhood's best memories. She was wearing the same black jeans and leather jacket as earlier, confirming to the both of them that they had actually seen her before her sudden disappearance.
"What are you doing here?" Sam immediately asked, making her tense up and open her arms with a serious expression on her face.
"You better fix that tone of yours Winchester and hug me before I go back on a plane thinking you're not happy to see me."
So far baffled to see his best friend in front of him, and a little frightened to see her disappear again in the blink of an eye, Sam finally let the joy of their reunion get to him, and approached the girl with a grin to hug her. "It's good to see you Alina."
"You too Sammy, but I'm pretty pissed to see that you've kept on growing while I was gone. Weren't you already tall enough?"
Sam scoffed when he heard her complaining about his height as she always used to do when they were younger. He stepped back slightly to look at her more closely, and recognized the childish smile of which only she had the secret.
Alina's attention then quickly turned to the elder brother who had simply observed the scene from afar, without even trying to join the reunion. "What? Still mad at me because I stole the spotlight up there?" Alina asked, putting her hand in the pockets of her jacket.
"I've spent the whole drive planning it!" Dean immediately protested, turning his back at her with a fake annoyance that she had almost forgot.
After looking at him with her puppy eyes for a short moment, and realizing that Dean was not going to turn around to look at her, Alina sighed, and began to run towards him to jump on his back. The young man's arms immediately slipped around her legs to prevent her from falling, although he kept on pretending to be angry.
"Come on Dean admit it! You missed me!"
"I didn't miss your heavy ass."
He only realized his mistake when one of Alina's arms suddenly wrapped around his neck to strangle him. He had to let go of one of her legs to tap as a sign of defeat as he had done a little earlier with Sam, but the girl kept a perfect balance, squeezing her legs around his waist to keep her position of strength.
"Say it!" She yelled with a smile before finally letting go of his neck.
"Fine! I missed you, you psychopathic french koala!"
"Aw I missed you too Winchester!"
Satisfied, Alina finally decided to get back on her feet to go lean over the hood of Dean's car with her arms open, as if to embrace it too. "Oh but I missed you the most beautiful." She said to the car, making Dean smile at the sight.
Having given her enough time for her moving reunion with his brother and his car, Sam cleared his throat to grab her attention, which did not seem to leave the Impala. "So Alina, what are you doing here?"
Alina slightly straightened her leather jacket, and passed a hand through her long brown hair when she stood up to face him.
"I came to see you Sammy! Why else would I be here?"
"You came all the way here, from France, on the same night my stupid brother coincidently decided to break into my apartment, just to see me?"
"Hey you're stupid!" Dean shouted while giving him a punch in the arm.
The young woman was so happy to see the Winchesters again, that she would have preferred not to have to regain her seriousness so quickly. Yet she had to get serious if she wanted to ask for their help.
"Well I did came here to see you, but I came in America to find the both of you actually. And Dean's not the easiest one to find."
"Why did you need us?" Dean asked with sudden concern in his voice. He was happy to see her after all this years, because honestly he wasn't even sure he would ever see her again, but even if she was smiling right now, her eyes were telling a whole different story.
Alina wasn't surprised that Dean had been the first to see her current state. She and Sam being the same age, they had always been very close. They were the bestest friends in the world when they were young, and they always told each other everything. So much so that Dean had been forced to learn to decipher her himself to understand the girl without having the same informations his brother had.
Alina and Dean were much closer than they wanted to admit at the time, always there for each other when they weren't busy arguing.
"I guess for the same reason you came here." She responded, surprising the boys. "Your dad's missing, right?"
"How did you know?" Sam questioned her, almost scared to hear the answer.
"Because my mom's with him, and I haven't heard from her for a couple of days now. I think they might be in trouble."
"Woah woah woah wait." Dean stopped her. "Your mom's with him? Since when?"
"John sent her a letter three weeks ago, asking for her help on a case. She told me it wouldn't take too long and that I couldn't go with her, but then after a week she went radio silence which is weird because after what happened to my dad, we agreed to always give each other news when we go hunting.
The three of them exchanged the same worried look, realizing that something strange was going on with their parents. Dean was the one to break the silence when he turned to his brother with an almost triumphant tone. "See? I told you something weird was going on! Dad's in real trouble right now! If he's not already dead! I can feel it!"
Sam stayed silent, looking at his best friend with hesitant eyes.
"I can't do this alone man." Dean tried to convince him.
"You're not alone, Alina's here."
"Yeah and I came to see you first for a reason Sammy." Alina said. "I mean, no offense to Dean, but if we go after our parents alone, we're probably gonna kill each other on the road."
"Huh, offense taken." Dean said while glancing at his friend with shock.
"See what I'm talking about?" Alina told Sam, pointing at his childish brother. "I mean I know that you're into college now, and I love Jess she's the best for you..."
"Hold on!" Dean interrupted her again as soon as she mentioned Sam's girlfriend. "You knew about his girlfriend? How?"
"I live in France, Dean, not on Mars! Of course I know about Jessica, we send each other emails all the time since Sam introduced us."
"Wait, you do?" Sam asked, now as surprised as his brother.
"Yeah we talk about you a lot. You don't know how many things about our childhood I told her."
"So that was you!" He shouted with indignation. "I knew I couldn't have been the one telling her about the bunny! I can't believe you told her about the bunny!"
"What bunny?" Dean asked between the two of them with amusement.
"She wanted to know about little Sammy!" Alina defended herself. "But anyway, that's not the point here! I'm not asking you to leave your life in Stanford, I'm just asking for a little help to find my mom and your dad."
Still furious at his discovery, Sam took a moment to calm down before shaking his head, regretting in advance what he was about to say. But Alina was his best friend after all, and she needed help.
"What were they hunting?"
He didn't wait for his brother's answer to go to the trunk of the car which, once the spare-tire compartment opened, revealed the arsenal of hunter weapons that Alina was not surprised to find in the same condition as five years ago.
"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean said, searching for the folder.
"So when dad left, why didn't you go with him?"
"I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans."
"Oh I can't wait to go back to New Orleans." Alina pointed out, spotting one particular weapon buried at the bottom of the trunk. She let the brothers continuing their conversation and tried to grab the small silver dagger without hurting herself with all the other weapons surrounding it.
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?"
"I'm twenty-six, dude."
"And a freaking liar!" Alina said, holding the dagger in her hand so he could see it. "You told me you didn't know where she was Winchester!"
"I said that you had probably lost it on a hunt."
"Which was a lie obviously! I can't believe you're still hiding my stuff! What are you?! Eight?!"
Still mad at him, she cautiously slid her thumb on the handle of the dagger where the word "Fahazavana" could be read. She sadly looked at it, remembering the day she had got it as a present from her father. She had just turned ten, and was so excited to learn how to use it like it was a prolongation of her hand, like her father had promised he would teach her. She missed him.
The brothers watched her with sad eyes, knowing what the dagger meant to her. Sam threw an accusing look at his brother who responded with a murderous one. They continued until Alina shook her head and put the dagger in one of her boots. "So tell us about the hunt." She said softly, looking back at Dean.
"All right. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy..." Dean gave a paper to his brother who held it in front of him just enough so that Alina could also read the article from Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance", with the picture of a missing man named Andrew Carey.
"They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA." Dean added.
"So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam pointed out.
"You know John, he wouldn't have gone if it was just one missing person." Alina said still staring at the article with a serious face that contrasted perfectly with the smile she was wearing earlier. "I bet there were other cases before this one with the same M.O, right?"
When she didn't get an answer, she raised her head and found the boys watching her with astonishment.
"What?"
"Nothing." Sam responded automatically. "It's just weird to see you all..."
"All what?" She kept looking at the silent brothers with impatience, until she decided to get back to the case. "So what about the others?" She asked Dean who quickly nodded his head.
"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." He said, tossing down another similar article. "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years. All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road."
Alina handed him the papers back before he pulled another bag out of the trunk. "It started happening more and more, so dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough.
"Three weeks ago, so at the same time mom received this letter from him."
"Did you see it?" Sam asked.
"The letter? No way. My mom burns every single letter she receives from hunters right after reading them."
She watched Dean as he picked up a handheld tape recorder from the new bag. "Well I got this voicemail yesterday."
They listened to the staticky recording, trying to make out what John Winchester was saying in spite of the signal breaking up. "Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."
Alina didn't know if she had to be worried or relieved that he hadn't mentioned her mother in the message. She needed answers, and this recording gave her more questions.
"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam said after Dean had stop the recording.
"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?"
"That's one messed up bike." Alina mumbled behind Sam, making the boy smile without Dean noticing it.
"All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got."
Alina carefully listened to the voice of a woman saying one single sentence : I can never go home.
"Never go home." Sam repeated, trying to think about the meaning of it while Dean was already putting everything back inside the trunk before shutting it.
"You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." Dean said to his brother who immediately turned to his friend. Alina gently put her hand on his arm, smiling at him.
"Sammy I'd understand if you decided not to come."
"Wait..." Dean tried to interrupt again.
"Quiet, Dean!" Alina threatened him without taking her soft gaze off Sam. "It's your choice."
Sam kept looking at her for a moment, before looking away and sighing. He turned to his brother. "I'm not doing it for you or dad. It's for her."
"Works for me." Dean replied.
"But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."
Sam turned away to go back to his apartment, quickly stopped by the voice of his brother. "What's first thing Monday?"
"I have this...I have an interview."
"What, a job interview? Skip it."
Alina rolled her eyes at Dean's comment, but didn't say anything, knowing better than to argue with him about the normal lifestyle that could scare him so much.
"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?" Dean said with a smirk.
"So we got a deal or not?"
When Dean didn't respond, Alina took the opportunity to move away from the car and walk towards Sam. "First thing Monday, got it. Come on I wanna see Jess before we go, I've never seen her IRL, remember?"
"Okay just...don't even mention the bunny again."
She smiled, following him to the building, hearing Dean's voice again behind them. "You guys know you'll have to tell me about the bunny, right?"
LATER
The two brothers and their old friend had now been on the road for a good hour. Sam sleeping in the backseats, Dean driving, and Alina in the passenger seat carefully reading a journal in which several notes were written in coarse writing.
Alina having insisted on not waking Sam by putting on music, Dean was beginning to die of boredom in the abnormally silent Impala.
"So what are you reading?" he asked Alina who didn't bother to pause her reading to answer him.
"My mom's journal."
"What does it say?"
"A bunch of things about monsters and spirits. She left it at home in case I would need it while hunting, but her writing is like a completely different language. And before you propose to help decipher it, it's in French so literally different language for you."
"What makes you think I can't understand it?"
"Dean you can't make me believe that you've learn how to read French while I was gone."
"Why not?"
"Parce que tu n'as même jamais ouvert un livre en Anglais." (Because you've never even opened a book in English.) She said, finally lifting her head towards him with an amused smile on her lips. "Am I wrong?"
Dean didn't answer, clearing his throat, pretending to focus on the road in front of him, until he decided to completely change the subject. "So you're a hunter now."
Alina finally understood that silence was making him uncomfortable, so she put down her mother's journal to focus on their conversation. "I've always been a hunter."
"Yeah but you know...is it like a full-time job or do you also earn real money?"
"Not anymore. You know, I didn't finish high school, it wasn't my thing. So instead of going to college, I decided to help my mom with the family business. But yeah, I did work at a bar for two years every time I wasn't busy hunting.
"Did?"
"I quit before I came here. I just feel like something's not right and I don't know when I'll be back there. So why bother keeping the job, right?"
The more Dean looked at her, the more difficult it was for him to realize that it was Alina standing next to him. He had not seen her in five years, and she clearly no longer was 17.
She had always disliked wearing makeup, yet she now wore a burgundy lipstick and a light line of black pencil on her eyes, combining perfectly with her outfit, which had also radically changed. She used to like dressing like her mother when she was younger, proudly wearing dresses of different colors and patterns, letting her long brown hair float with the bottom of the dress every time she would joyfully run and jump in the air. But she seemed to have abandoned dresses for jeans, leather, and heeled boots that perfectly matched her new adult curves.
She really no longer was 17.
"Earth to Winchester?" Alina called him, snapping her fingers in front of him to bring him back to reality. "Weren't you the one who wanted to talk in the first place?"
"What?"
"No it's okay, if you want some time alone with Baby I can go back to my reading."
Dean couldn't help but smile at the nickname he had given to the car when he was young, and at the fact that Alina hadn't forgot about it. She did loved that car.
"So what about you?" She asked. "Still hunting full-time, sleeping in motels and bedrooms of every women you find on the road?"
"Oh yeah." He said with too much enthusiasm, making the girl chuckle at the same old Dean Winchester. "I mean..." He immediately tried to correct himself, not knowing what to say to make it sound a little less like she was clearly imagining it. "Not every women, just...some women."
"You should stop talking."
"Yeah."
The rest of the road was quite silent again. Sam had woken up at sunrise, shifting seats with Alina so that she could sleep a little too. Dean had hesitated for a moment before playing an AC/DC cassette, fearing to wake up the young woman. But when the first notes started to play in the car, a big smile immediately appeared on the still sleeping girl's face. She was definitely the only person he knew, able to sleep so peacefully while listening to rock. At least that hadn't changed.
The boys stopped at the gas station when they finally arrived in Jericho, then headed straight to the site of the last victim's disappearance. On their way there, Sam couldn't help but notice how many times Dean was looking into the rear view mirror to check on their friend.
"I can't believe she's here either." Sam finally admitted after quickly turning back to look at her peaceful face. "I mean, it's been so long. I've been talking to her on the phone for the past five years but it's just not the same in person. She doesn't look like our Alina anymore."
"Yeah she wears lipstick and push up bras now."
"Come on man, you know that's not what I meant!"
If he had to be completely honest, Dean was only half joking. Of course he was surprised to see such a physical transformation, but he also understood what Sam meant. The way she had deciphered the information about this case with a certain professionalism had disconcerted him.
"Yeah I know..."
When they arrived at the bridge, they found two police cars parked on site with several officers nearby.
"Check it out." Dean said as Sam leaned forward to take a closer look at the place. After a few seconds, Dean decided to turn off the engine and opened the glove compartment to get the box full of fake IDs, picking one out and smiling at Sam.
"What about Alina?" Sam asked his brother who turned to look at the girl in the back of the car, still sleeping with her mouth wide open.
"Maybe we should let her sleep." Sam continued. "She must be completely jet lagged."
He then got out of the car, not seeing his brother rolling his eyes and pocking the girl's cheek with his finger. "Rise and shine Frenchy, time to go to work!"
Instead of opening her eyes, she just slapped his hand and readjusted her body into a more comfortable position. "Charlie...laisse-moi dormir..." (Charlie...let me sleep...) The girl said half asleep. And even if Dean couldn't understand what she had just said, he had clearly distinguished a name. "Who's Charlie?" He asked himself before choosing to let her sleep and join Sam outside.
After a short conversation with the cops on the bridge, the two boys returned to the car with only one useful information, the name of the most recent victim's girlfriend, Amy.
Alina woke up a few minutes later when the car was stopping. She loudly yawned, lazily stretching her arms.
"Il me faut un café maintenant ou je risque de..." (I need a coffee now or else I'm gonna...) She stopped when she met the lost faces of the Winchesters, remembering that she wasn't in France anymore, and more specifically that she was looking for her mom and John in Jericho. "Sorry guys, old habits die hard. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
"Oh I tried." Dean informed her in a childish tone.
"It's okay." Sam reassured her. "We went to the bridge and guess what, there's a new victim. Troy Squire."
"So I guess I'll have to wait for that coffee, huh?"
"Unless you don't wanna talk to his girlfriend." Dean added before getting out of the car.
"That clearly means yes." Alina and Sam shared the same annoyed look, and followed Dean.
The three of them were now walking towards a girl tacking up posters with the caption "MISSING TROY SQUIRE", and a photo of the latter. Alina sadly looked at Amy, knowing perfectly well that if she didn't know what she knew, she would also be printing posters of her mother, desperately wondering where she might be.
"So who's Charlie?" Dean suddenly asked, surprising Alina who stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. The curious brother turned around with an innocent look, waiting for an answer, but Alina simply turned angrily to Sam.
"You told him about Charlie?!"
"What?! No I didn't!"
"Wait, Sam knows who Charlie is?!"
Alina didn't know and didn't want to know how Dean Winchester had found out about Charlie's existence, but she was sure she didn't want to stay there long enough to talk about it with him. She ignored the brothers and kept walking until she finally reached the girl she needed to talk to. "You must be Amy." Alina called her.
"Yeah."
"Hi, Troy told us about you."
"Us?"
Alina realized that Dean and Sam were just now joining her and she quickly stared at them before faking a smile and turning back to Amy.
"Yeah, we're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy, and you've already met Alina."
"He never mentioned you to me." Amy walked away, obviously busy with the posters, so they walked with her, trying no to lose her attention.
"Well, that's Troy, I guess." Dean lied. "We're not around much, we're up in Modesto."
Another young girl came up at the same time. She put a hand on Amy's arm. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked.
Amy nodded, giving Sam the opportunity to speak. "You mind if we ask you a couple questions?"
Feeling the girl hesitate, Alina came forward with a concerned look that could've convinced anyone that she was indeed a relative of Troy Squire.
"Please we're really worried. We just need to know what happened to him."
"Well...I guess we could go to the diner down the street."
Alina had to refrain from smiling at the mention of the place, since she knew that she would finally get a coffee. And she desperately needed it.
When they crossed the road towards the diner, Dean went next to Alina to slide his arm on her shoulders.
"You're good." He whispered so that the other girls couldn't hear him.
"No I'm not." She whispered too, turning to lock eyes with him, their faces only a few centimeters apart. "You're just really bad."
Dean watched her as she walked away from him to join the group, holding back from laughing, and only realizing at that moment, how much he had really missed her for the last five years.
So that was the first part of the first episode! I don't know if that fanfiction will be read since I used to write in French and this is my first time writing in English, but I have so many ideas and I'm already working on episode 4!
Hope you're liking it so far! Please don't be afraid to vote or leave a feedback! It would really help me improve my writing style, and of course my English!