Preface.
From ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties, good Lord, preserve us.
– old irish saying
And when the good Lord won’t, we will. – newish winchester saying.
Sam and Dean Winchester, at your service. We’re hunters.
Dispatchers of spirits, scourges of the undead and
Unnatural, feared by demons and shapeshifters and
Boogeymen of all shapes and sizes. In a nutshell? We track down
Monsters, and then we blow the suckers away.
We’ve been in this line of work all our lives. Sam was six months
Old when a demon killed our mother. Dean was five years old. You
Might say we’ve both grown up in the family business. Neither one
Of us has ever held an honest job, except for Sam briefly while he
Was off deluding himself that he could lead a normal life. The murder
Of his girlfriend Jessica – in exactly the way our mother was
Murdered – put an end to that dream, and he rejoined the firm of
Winchester and Sons.
Then, last year, the family business was cut back down to two.
Our dad sacrificed himself to save Dean. Cut a deal with the same
Demonic bastard that killed our mother and killed Jessica. Now we’re out to get that Yellow-Eyed Son of a Bitch, and we’re taking
Down every evil thing we run across along the way.
We’re not the only ones. You might not see them, or recognize
Their work, but there are other hunters out there. People who have
Dedicated their lives to keeping you safe from things you didn’t
Know existed and wouldn’t want to believe in if you did. Some of
Them taught our dad the ropes: Daniel Elkins, Bobby Singer – good
People. And some of them have helped us along the way, like Jo and
Ellen Harvelle.
And some of them have let hunting turn them into the kind of
Monster they spend their lives trying to
snuff. Yeah, Gordon. We’re
Talking to you.
It’s a real problem. You look into the abyss, Nietzsche said, and
The abyss looks back. Number one on the hunter’s list of priorities
Is wasting evil, but number 1A is making sure that what you’re about
To waste really is evil. Sometimes it isn’t easy. Sometimes all you
Have to go on is your gut instinct, and sometimes you make decisions
That get people killed.
So how do you tell the difference between a haunt and a plain
Old run of bad luck? That’s one of the questions that’s plagued hunters
From the beginning. Back in medieval Europe, people were a
Little more likely to jump to supernatural conclusions; now, we fi nd
All the time that a series of accidents that might look like a haunting
Or curse isn’t anything of the kind. It’s a rough old world out there,
Even without the demons and black magic and unquiet spirits.
Often enough, though, there are things that can’t be explained
By science, or even by the various weird extremes of human behavior.
We’ve learned to distinguish the supernatural from the merely
Bizarre.
Our dad taught us to look for patterns. If there’s a string of unexplained
Deaths in a particular place, has it happened before? Some
Supernatural bad guys appear for a few years, or a few days, and then disappear for a while. Shtrigas are like that, and rakshasas, and
Some kinds of demons. Some angry spirits work along the same pattern.
They take out their frustrations for a while and then lie low,
Which makes it harder sometimes to figure out what’s got them so
Riled up. Hard to waste a spirit when you don’t know what’s motivating
It. Know thine enemy, it says somewhere; our dad drilled that
Into us, too.
Some patterns are easy to fi gure.
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