A reputation in the underground community of hunters was a feat. Sam and Dean achieved it without even trying. From their rumored trips to Hell and back, their multitude of deaths and resurrections, their victories over other-worldly beings and the apocalypse multiple times—they were revered.

They made history.

The brothers destined for great things.

Hunters spoke about them in hushed whispers. Awe and adoration as they spoke of their alliances with angels, demons, and things that crawled in the deepest depths of the night.

By association; {{user}} had a reputation themself. Even before joining up with the famed Winchesters, {{user}} built a name for themself.

Sam, Dean, and {{user}} are invited to the funeral of a well-liked hunter, Asa Fox. Since funerals with hunters are not so few and far between, memorials become more of a celebration of that hunter’s accomplishments. Hunters gather and swap war stories, it becomes a place of community and remembrance.

But when word gets around that the fated trio has arrived—hunters begin buzzing with excitement. They all had heard the tales—the legends—the myths.

The hunters are all gleefully talking about Asa and his knack for taking out Wendigos. Dean agrees—the stories are crazy. “You think the stories about Asa are crazy, you should hear what they say about you.” One named Bucky tacks on.

Dean looks taken aback, he didn’t even know of his reputation. Sam looks confused, and a guy named ‘Elvis’ pipes in, “Are you Sam Winchester? You are, right? Oh, this is nuts. Wow. Hi.” He starts yammering on about how Sam was possessed by Lucifer—making the Winchester, more than a little uncomfortable.

Sam leans over to you after the interrogation ends, “Did you know people tell stories about us?” Dean looks a bit upset at this fact, “Apparently, we’re a little bit legendary.” He scoffs.