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Just the little-g kind, or have you had it with The Big Guy, as well?

[Pardon his bias. He is an angel.]

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[Sam scrubs his hands over his face, sighing.]

I haven't decided yet.

[ooc: I was completely unaware XD Thank you!]

Fair enough. I wouldn't blame you. [Because, really, Sam's had a pretty raw deal from the get-go. Angels like Zachariah were ready to dismiss him as a sinful abomination, which is true, but he was set up to make a number of his mistakes.

You can't believe in fate over free will, and then blame people for taking a dark path. Heaven wanted to have its cake and eat it, too. Maybe the Host got what it deserved.]

((NP!))

It's hard to fit what I've always believed with what I've seen with my own eyes.

I don't want to believe that that's how He is. He isn't supposed to be distant and uncaring.

Gods? Like real gods? As in the throwing thunderbolts around kind of gods? Those exist? Seriously?

Yes, seriously.

You wouldn't believe all the things that exist in the world.

[And Sam doesn't really want to tell him if he's honest. No one should have to know about the crap that he and Dean do.]

Holy crap, that's kind of awesome! I mean unless those bolts are aimed at you, then kind of less awesome.

I think I've got a small idea, actually.

It's not just the Greek gods. It's the Norse and the Chinese and the Indian ones. Myths aren't myths. They're fact.

Chances are it really is a small idea. [It's not an insult, just a reference to the scale of supernatural beings in the world.]

Wow, seriously, they're ALL real? Like, Roman and Egyptian and stuff? I am so going to have to make note of that.

You are probably correct in that assumption, my friend. I've only had run ins with werewolves and a kanima. And then there was some fairies that one time, which sucked ass let me tell you. I kept finding glitter everywhere for like a month.

[Balthazar could tell him all about distant and uncaring. But he won't, because Sam is extremely skilled at puppy eyes, probably without conscious effort.]

I've never met him, so I couldn't say. But what made you decide on your beliefs in the first place, out of curiosity?

[Sam thinks about it for a long moment, trying to find the right way to word things.]

Growing up, all I knew about was evil. Creatures that would kill you as soon as look at you. I had to believe that there was more than that. That somewhere there was good. God made the most sense, so that's what I chose to believe in.

[Sam laughs at that, shaking his head.]

My brother and I saw fairies once. Well, he did. Apparently they're small, glowing, naked women. At least, the one he saw was. And there was a leprechaun. I think.

Man, I don't know about naked, but these bitches were vicious. We were able to get rid of them though.

Leprechauns? Really? They're a thing to? Man, just how much of the shit out there is real. No no, wait, I don't now if I wanna know. Though I suppose I could just go through the bestiary.

[Sam's brow furrows at that, and he leans closer to the teen, interested.]

You have a bestiary?

[His father's journal had been like a working bestiary for he and Dean, but John had only written about the creatures he'd seen. Known about. Over the years, he and his brother had come across monsters that weren't in the journal. It was hard to fight things they never knew were real.]

[ Stiles leans in a little, too, because it's not something you just start blabbering about where anyone can hear. ]

Oh, yeah, totally. It's frigging huge. It was all digital though. We got it from this crazy ass family of hunters that were... well, crazy.

It was all written in Archaic Latin though, so we had to get it translated. I have no idea how much of it is actually real or anything, but it's been pretty useful so far.

My brother and I have learned to believe everything is real until you know it isn't.

Would you mind if we took a look at it?

[He isn't really sure he expects a yes from the teen, but that bestiary could be invaluable for them.]

[ The teen falters a little and cocks his head to the side, eyeing the other man critically. ]

I could get a short copy of it for you, so you can skim it. I don't have it on me right now, though.

Anything you can offer is awesome. Really.

[Anything that could keep he and Dean breathing for another minute. Another second.]

Alright.

So, if you don't mind me asking, why do you want a copy of it? I mean, besides the obvious.

Dean and I need to know everything we can. Anything you tell us can keep us alive just a bit longer.

Okay, but why? Sorry if I'm being intrusive but I've got an invested interest in keeping my friends alive too.

[ He does't mean to be rude, but he's gotten a lot smarter about trusting people since dealing with the Argents. ]

We're hunters. We're not after your wolves, I swear, we just came when we heard about all the people who were dying.

We wanted to make sure the town was safe.

[ Stiles goes still, slowly, and tries hard not to react. Holy shit more hunters. ]

Hah, yeah, that's what they all say. Right before they start kidnapping you and beating the shit out of you.

I'm not going to hurt you. We aren't like that. We don't hunt the supernatural, we hunt evil. And your wolves aren't evil.

How - How do I know you're telling the truth? You're not the first hunter to try to get on our good side and then completely screw it up.