It starts with blood.

Then with fire.

A brother.

A father.

No mother, but the Impala to care for them on black tarmac road.

It begins with anger.

And revenge.

The rage boils and blisters and feeds upon it's hosts.

Until it starts with California.

And new promises.

And Jess.

Jessica Moore with sunshine for hair and the ocean for eyes.

A ring.

A promise.

A future.

Burned within intense and inhuman minutes.

And with an embrace of an elder brother.

The promise of revenge.

Of work to do.

And that's how it will always begin for them.

With blood and fire and anger in their veins.

With nothing more than their names to their backs.

Baby. Dean. Sam.

Winchesters.

And their damned beginnings.