Rule number one in my family is 'we do what we do and we shut up about it' before I tell you my job, I'll give you some hints as to what it is. If you lack brains and intelligence you will die right off the bat. Second, it requires a gun, holy water, salt gun, salt, a knife and much more. Now that I have got you into thinking I am a mass murderer I will tell you. I am a hunter…not just any specific hunter, I am a paranormal hunter. Better rephrase that, I hunt supernatural, unwanted or unnatural things that hunt humans. I know odd job for a person, especially a man with the great looks and abilities I possess.
Well anyways, fortunately I am not the only one to do this for a living. My family knows a number of people who do it as well, all for their own personal reasons. I bet you are wondering what my reason is. Well here it is, when I was 4 and my younger brother Sam was 6 months, tragedy struck our family. Our family was ruined by a demon called well this guy sure went for the easy pick, The Demon. It murdered my mother in cold blood and left my father wifeless and heartbroken but that still didn't make him childless.
He raised my brother and me on the road meaning we had no friends and no house to call home. Even though our childhood wasn't necessarily complete, I can't say I have any regrets or complaints about the way I was raised because unlike other parents, my dad had a completely reasonable reason why he raised us the way he did. Sam eventually went to college because I knew that he and my father together wasn't going to be the best compatible relationship. I wouldn't say that Dad and Sam hated each other, they just didn't see things the same way so taking this into consideration, you can imagine how many fights I had to break up.
Later on I was forced to ask for my brother's help because our father was no where I could find. He unwillingly accepted and after we were done our first case his girlfriend Jessica was murdered in the same way as our mother. He then became a full time hunter like me which I can't really say I wanted for him. At first I hoped that he would be with me all the time but after he started becoming more and more like me, I wished that he was normal once again.
The one really big reason I asked Sam for help was because this was a chance where my family could be our family once again. Even though we had to regain each others trust and become closer once again, today we it was worth every fight laugh and adventure because we are strong apart but we are even stronger together.
There are three things a good hunter can not survive without, one thing is weapons, it is impossible to survive without a way of protecting yourself and others, two is good/accurate information; without that you well lets just put it this way, your screwed. Three is other hunters; knowing you are not the only one and that you have other references.
My life has been a horrible roller coaster. The things that I have seen alongside my family are horrendous and also what no one could ever imagine. My name is Dean Winchester and Sam is my little brother who is four years younger then me. We bring home success....and home is the motels we are stuck in on the way. Paranormal is what we seek and what we hate.
Before, I mentioned that we know others who hunt as well and now I am going to mention a few.
First and the most trustworthy man that I have ever met is named Bobby Singer. He has helped out my family a great deal and me with countless things and expects nothing in return. His reason for why he hunts, I am not exactly 100% sure but I don't really need to know. He lives in a house with a 'guard dog' named Rock Salt and today drives a wrecked up sports car but it is still awesome.
The next is Pastor Jim. He and my father were pretty close friends and he watched Sammy and me from time to time. He has his own church in Blue Earth full of weapons. Now, call me crazy but weapons in a church? Oh well, better safe and holy then in holy crap and unsafe. Unfortunately not for long, he was killed by a demon.
Caleb; he is my dads other friend who is the one who provided my dad with all of his weapons and also taught him a few things. Caleb was killed by a demon that was looking for my father but Caleb was loyal and refused to speak.
Missouri Mosely is without a doubt, the weirdest person I have ever met. She has mind reading abilities therefore, don't try to put your feet on her coffee table or you will be dealing with a woman who could easily kick your ass. She met my dad after my mom died and taught him all about the supernatural helping him understand what exactly happened in Sam's nursery that cold, dark night in November.
Last but not least in my introduction of people is a girl by the name of Stefanie Sophia Scott. She grew up with Sammy and me and since I practically raised Sam, I raised her as well. Her dad was my dad's best friend even before my mom died and although I first met her when I was 3 years old, she instantly struck me as controlling but that actually comes in handy sometimes believe it or not.
Even though my dad didn't keep contact with anyone else after my mom died, he kept close contact with Stefanie's dad most likely because her father was the only one who believed my dad. Tragically he was killed when Stefanie was only 9 years old. My dad did not like the idea of Stefanie going to live with some unknown relatives so he brought her to us and I watched her and Sam.
We unfortunately lost contact with each other a little less than a year ago after she left to do her own things and, I nor my father or brother had heard from her. Us Winchesters, are in debt to all of these people but not to say that we haven't helped them out a couple times.
My brother and I had just stopped for some gas at a gas station in Wyoming, when suddenly I saw a hot girl and spilled gas on myself. Sam sighed and took over as I went inside to not only flirt with the hot girl but get a sub for us. We were on our way to Nebraska where a supposed friend of my fathers lived. How we know this, an unknown number had called my father's phone number and left a message and by the sounds of things, she knew my father quite well.
Her name was Ellen. We being the devious and clever Winchester brothers that we are, tracked the phone call and uncovered an address; to a roadhouse in Nebraska. I came out followed by the hot girl whose named was Carly but she was completely taken and unfortunately loyal. Luckily for me, I had never had a chance to be disloyal. I had one girlfriend in my life but obviously that didn't work out.
I had the two subs in my hands until I handed Sam his through the window and then got into the drivers seat. When I turned on the car, I put in my ACDC tape and Sam and I drove off sub in hand and curiosity on mind.
