You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You thought you’d saw all of the creatures possible but once again you were wrong.
“So you mean that when he touched y/n he saw all of the possibilities that could cause her death?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know any of them?”
“When an angel is near a seer and he’s having a vision the angel near him automatically has a connection with it and sees the things he sees.”
You weren’t sure if you wanted to know how you could die or not, you know that if you find out what he saw it wouldn’t be possible to live in a constant fear of his vision to happen.
“I do not want to know. Okay? All I want to know is how to kill this powerful demon.”
“Wait. Y/n you’re sure about this?”
“Dean, I know how my story ends. There is only two ways. It’s at the edge of a blade or on the barrel of a gun. I’m a hunter I’m gonna die bloody, no matter what. The light at the end of the tunnel is hellfire. I know this but it doesn’t mean that I have to give up and stop fighting. Not at all, it means that I’ll have to fight harder to do as much as I can before the it day comes knocking on my door, until the reaper comes in, I will gank as much of sons of bitches that I can. I always wanted a hero, so I became one. I drink too much, and try a little too hard, go home to a cold bed and keep thinking ‘today was fine.’ I will always keep fighting, no matter what, no matter how I die.”