I really loved those twin hunters. 

Lack of personal space? Check.
Super protective of each other? Check.
Talking in unison? Check.
Finishing each other’s thoughts? Check.

It’s like they totally remind me of someone but who??

Nope. I can’t think of it. Damn. I’m sure it’ll come to me eventually.

Taking a drink whenever someone mentions wendigo is also a good drinking game for wincest shippers on tumblr. We’d get really drunk really fast.