Prologue:
Even angels fall.
Right? That's what some may say when they cannot believe someone has passed on in years. When the wind makes the shutters of the house flap similar to the wings of a crow. The lights turned off of this home that shows the life that once lived there had changed - maybe for the better... But most likely for the worse.
A death of a mother, a passing of a friend, the heart-break to a hero, but sadly a broken heart that now cannot be mended. Young boys with their father, years to tail and pass. The growth of now two vessels, with destinies that cannot be passed. Yes, a sigh that passes the lips of many, local gossip of plenty. But yet view back to the wholesome start, to the home with the shutters of a crow. To the fire in a nursery, to a small baby in a crib, to a father who saved his boys.
Now with this tail set fourth, and the heart of others busted and bruised. The tail may twist upon even the strongest of souls, even the harmful of the most. But yet, lets sit and read fourth from the journals as well as the books whom tell the lives of these Winchester boys. Lets go back to the start, to where they have their busted hearts. Back to the first time they departed with dear ol' Sam who are looking for their lost dad. Dear ol' Dean who is sure their father is alive, looking for clues for him in the black Impala that they made their's when they were young children. See who they shall meet on the way, on the road to the fallen angels.
Ah but let us skip ahead, to past where the angels had made a meets. To where the books tell the tale and The End is near. Where two young adults have perked up and make themselves known - they have perked up and gotten their ideas together. To well join in. Dear, children who know well and mean better. But cursed just like the Winchesters.