November 2nd, 1983.

The day Mom died. Dad was pissed, I was eight and my little brother Dean was only four, Dad hates his guts and it really pisses me off too, must explain why I hate Dad so much. After what was supposed to be our littler brother passed and wasn't even born I became way too protective over Dean, because, I didn't want to lose another member of our family. Then after Mom, I was even more protective, Dad's soldier number one. He favored me and despised Dean, yet Dean still listened while I stood up and constantly bitched at Dad. I think Dad's only mad because he thinks Dean killed Mom, she got really sick after his birth and stayed alive for four years before she tried giving birth to who would've been Samuel, but they both passed and Dad just never was the same since. After all that, I got fed up and left. Dean kept crying when I did, I mean I left when I was what, sixteen? Eighteen? Probably eighteen, that means Dean would've been fourteen. Yeah, that's still old but we grew up together and we, honestly, weren't really close. I mean we were, close, but not the best of friends. We did love eachother, but it was hard, hard losing mom, hard listening to dad's bitching, and hard being a kid. But we weren't kids, at least that's what I think.

So, I left, there was a friend of mine who'd hunt with me, she was about my age, she was nineteen, so it wasn't that bad. We hunted together for about twelve years, sharing every birthday, Christmas, not that we celebrated it, and Halloween, which was our personal favorite, together. We were best friends.

But good things don't last long.

She left on a solo hunt and was supposed to meet up with a friend of hers there. It was nothing new so I let her go.

Well, a week had passed and she never called, never texted, I started getting worried, so I tracked where she was going.

It was a campsite in the forest, looking at all the information, it was a wendigo (They're my favorite monsters y'all don't judge. XD)

That fact alone worried me, so I drove and drove, until I eventually made it there. But, I was too late, the wendigo I had to kill was her. And I did, never being able to forgive myself. The other wendigo wasn't all too pleased either, but I wasn't able to kill them both so I fled. Since then I preferred hunting alone. I still do. And I did.

For awhile.

(I've come to a decision that this is what (Y/N) will look like, I just think the way I imagine her fits well. Yeah it may make you mad a bit but I'm sorry. If you don't like it you can just imagine someone else xD.)