Fly Cap 11

Blackwater Inn, September 20, 2005.

Dean, with an angry look on his face, waved his gun around, the young man in the chair looked on calmly, sighing at the situation.

"Come on, can you start telling us why you approached us? How the hell do you have superpowers like fucking Superman?"

Lowering my head, I began to tell a half-truth about everything I'd been through and remembered.

I needed to win the Winchesters' trust, the beings we were going to face were the real problems.

"Dean, Sam...You want to know everything? Then we'll start from the past...My name is Henrique, I'm 22 years old. Son of Anna Belatriz and Marcos Santino, who died in a car accident nine years ago...."

"My mother is a descendant of a witch, my father a hunter, after losing both of them I started training to follow in my father's footsteps. After wandering, I met Bob Singer, we became friends and he, knowing my goals, put me through a hell of a training program, soon I began to awaken superhuman strength and speed...."

"Maybe it's the fact that I'm a cross between an ancient witch and a human, or maybe I'm just special, but I'm being honest..."

Dean and Sam fall into thought, wondering what decision to make.

Raised and trained to kill all monsters, but hearing of the similar pasts between them, a small compassion arose, apart from the fact that they felt no malice towards Henry.

"So you mean you're 50% human and 50% witch, managing to use powers and a bit of magic as a result of the crossbreeding? It may be silly of me, but I don't sense any malice from you..."

"I hope you understand why we're doing this, Henry..."

Replied Dean, he had to accept that Henry had saved his life against the Wendigo, perhaps it was foolish to have a monster on his team but his sense never failed him.

Sam put the gun down and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, leaving only Dean and Henry in the living room.

"I don't have much to say, considering that your words are true and you really want to help us. Finding my father is a priority, but know that if I realize that your monster half is taking over your human part....I'll kill you."

Relieved to have finally resolved this impasse, I take a deep breath, carrying my thoughts forward.

"I'll never become a monster, when it happens I'll put an end to it myself. Now we need to find John Winchester."

I answer with a serious face, storing the rope in my inventory under the brothers' gaze...

October 4, 2005

"Dean, you need to shower urgently, you haven't touched water for almost a week!"

Sam exclaimed, covering his nose and running away from the sofa.

"Calm down Sam, you know I'm like this because the damn lake spirit almost took me to heaven, I told you I was going to take a bath today!"

A few days ago, we arrived in the Colorado town of Wisconsin to find a vengeful lake spirit seeking revenge for his death.

It was relatively easy to solve, since unlike the Winchesters, I had an enormous knowledge of summoning and trapping spirits.

Thanks to Bob's old bookshop, we summoned the spirit with a ritual, then quickly entered into combat to trap the ghost, who unsurprisingly managed to manipulate the water, trying to drown Dean.

Without wasting any time, I begin to perform the ritual of imprisoning the spirit, taking advantage of the distraction, I manage to finish the ritual which ends with a scream from the evil spirit, exploding into a dark fog.

[ Congratulations on killing the evil spirit XP 20% ]

[Congratulations on leveling up]

- 10 free attribute points

"It's finally here..."

[ Statistics]

Level : 6 [ Human race]

EXP : 0%

Attribute points : 10

Strength [ Attack strength, lifting and pressing ] : 32

Agility [ Flexibility, attack and movement speed ] : 58

Defense [ Mental and physical ] : 29

Spirit [ Source of energy for spells, Defense against curses ] : 23

Luck : 20

[ Skills ]

- Expert in armed, unarmed and ranged combat Nv 45

- Extreme Will Nv 60

- Observe Nv max

- Charge Nv 34

- Bullet time Nv 39

- Strength 44

"I've really gotten strong, but compared to beings like archangels, who can change reality and go back in time, I'm just an ant..."

I sigh and think about the Winchester brothers' exchange of blows with the archangels, practically a plot hole since the birds of the air are said to be able to change reality, destroy mountains, even control time and life.

"I think they were able to fight against high-level beings thanks to Chuck's help, otherwise the earth would be in the situation of the various drafts of "God"..."

Doubt and hesitation spread over me, would I be able to stop archangels, demons and even God?

This would be considered madness if it were said to any human, but I had help from the system and I might have a chance.

"Does everything I'm doing make sense? If all my actions and plans are being written by Chuck? Are my thoughts really real or is everything his idea?"

I start to fall into an existential crisis, it would be really hard to fight the omnipotent and omniscient creator that exists, maybe I'm a virus and I'm invisible from his writing.

"The questions will be answered when I'm strong enough to face them, now I have to fight what's within reach."

"I also need to be careful when awarding points, as they can decide my life and death!" In confusion and fear about the future, I decide to save the points for situations of extreme urgency.

"Henry, we have a case!"

A voice pulled my mind from my thoughts. Dean walked into the living room with his cell phone in his hand, his face tense as he waited for Sam and me to organize the travel materials.

~Vancouver International Airport~

A friend of John Winchester's passed on a possible case of spirits, strange voices have been recorded in airplane crashes in recent years, causing strangeness for those involved.

"This will be the first demon I've faced, I don't know how dangerous it will be, we're also unable to use weapons because of the plane's hull."

Investigating the case, the brothers discovered from the footage that they were facing a demon. Although surprised, they decided to take the plane.

However, we didn't expect that the future greatest monster hunter would be vomiting everything he'd eaten over the last few days into the plane's plastic bag.

"You really surprised me Dean, I thought you'd be tougher with all that stuff about killing me haha!"

I laughed as I prepared some Devil's Trap symbols.

"Shut up before I really gluublugublu..."retorted Dean without being able to finish, filling another plastic bag with vomit.

Finishing drawing the symbols on the back of the plane, Sam tried to spot the demon among the passengers by quoting words like "God" or broken Latin in search of any strange signs.

"I've tested all the passengers on the plane, they're starting to call me a crazy believer for saying "God" so much, I don't think the demon is on the plane..."

"There's only one place we haven't investigated yet, a place where it would be easy for the devil to bring down the plane, the control room...."

Walking towards the control room, we come across the stewardess who, after a brief "conversation" with Dean, calls the co-pilot to the back of the plane.

"The stewardess said you wanted to speak to me, do you have anything to discuss? otherwise I'd ask you to return to your seats!" asked the confused but alert co-pilot.

"We just wanted to see if everything was going well on the trip, our colleague is really scared of airplanes, only God can relieve him of this tension..."

Dean and Henrique, who were hiding after noticing the co-pilot's eyes, quickly run over and try to immobilize the demon on the ground.

The demon starts trying to get up with a supernatural force, different from what was shown in the series, easily throwing the two of them.

"Shit, in the series they easily immobilized the demon, why is it stronger than in the show? Is it the fact that this is a draft of Chuck or just the difference between the show and real life?"

Thinks Henry, observing the yellow color displayed by the creature using the demon, taking the opportunity to get up in the blink of an eye.

Raising his head, I see Sam exchanging blows with the demon, suffering a defeat as he is thrown, spitting blood in the process.

Attack

Reinforce

Using a thrust, I advance towards it using all my speed, leaving the demon expressing shock when it realizes the blow that emitted red energy.

Throwing the golep towards his head, I felt his skull shatter and his body fly several meters, blood gushing from his head.

"You're not human, why do you join them...?"

Getting up with difficulty after the blow, the demon raised his head with anger in his voice.

But then he stopped his sentence, looking at the circle he had found himself in after being thrown by the blow.

Realizing that he couldn't move inside the circle, his anger reached a new level and soon the things around him began to be thrown in all directions.

"SAM! NOW IS THE TIME!"

Hearing Henry's scream, Sam quickly recited the exorcism in Latin over the demon's loud cries.

"YOU'RE ALL GOING TO BURN IN HELL HAHAHAHAHAHA"

Ding~~

[ Congratulations on the demon exorcism XP 20% ]