Daniel and Sean looked like ordinary men. Old coats, beat-up cadillac, and faces that would make even the ballsiest hustler take a sharp turn back to wherever they'd first come from, but they considered themselves decent people, more or less.
They lived at an undisclosed location somewhere in Illinois. On the outside, it looked like a massive storm drain tunnel that had been bricked up, and a single, heavy door stood in the center. Inside, though, it was home. It wasn't like the 'Men of Letters' bunker, no, it was around...ten times better. As creative as that set team was, they simply could never invoke the sense of history and knowledge the true inspiration had. 'The Light of Humanity' was less of catchy title, sure, but it was magnificent.
Daniel was not much like 'Dean' visually. He wasn't a teeny-bopper idol, he didn't look like a guy forever stuck in his mid-20 golden years, he wasn't a movie star or actor, but he did have a certain charm. At a staggering 40 years old, he had grey hair on top of his grey hair, his eyes weren't the 'most greenest green to ever green' and he wasn't a perfect looking person. His eyes were a muddled brown-grey that used to be green, his body was covered in scars, his nose was angled oddly due to a few too many punches in the face and his hands were perpetually stained black due to car grease.
Yes, at one time, he had been much more handsome, but years of truck stop burgers and fights with the unnamed horrors of the earth had worn at that beauty all too quickly, leaving him a pot-bellied man that looked about ten years older than he was.
His younger brother, Sean, was taller, but considerably less handsome than Jared Padalecki (though, to be fair, that level of 'DAMN' was almost humanly impossible). His decision to not cut his hair was more of a devotion to his rituals than a cosmetic choice, however. Using human hair was something often called upon in their best warding spells and incantations, and it was easier snipping off a lock or two than giving themselves bald patches (even if it did make Sean look homeless).
There were many differences between the show and reality, the Light of Humanity had been recruiting since its rediscovery some twenty odd years prior, and was as strong as ever. Daniel was mostly retired, living in a lovely duplex not far from the bunker, providing information and tracking monsters for the young'uns while Sean continued the organization, living with his family inside the bunker and teaching his daughter the ways of a true hunter, hoping that maybe she'd one day take over as leader.
Word of the show, 'Supernatural', had reached their ears by the time it was ending its third season when one young hunter had gone to ComiCon in 2008, intending to track down and kill a real vampire just as that whole 'Twilight' farce was starting up. He'd been accosted and told by various teenagers that they loved his 'Hunter OC' costume.
Many hunters were annoyed about the show, angry that their livelihoods were being used as television show fodder, but the Winchesters just...laughed.
They found that it was good thing, or, at the very least, it was harmless. And once those anti-demonic possession tattoos showed up in the show...Well, that was probably the best thing that show had ever done for 'actual' hunters. With thousands of fans getting that simple rune tattooed on themselves, it gave real demons fewer and fewer bodies to inhabit as the show gained popularity.
As season 4 began, Daniel began to watch in earnest. Every week, he'd park his butt in front of his tv and watch with his niece. She loved the show, even though she was technically living the aftermath of all it's plots herself.
Daniel found himself laughing so loud, he was wheezing when he saw that familiar, unaging face. Castiel, his dear, beloved Castiel standing before Jensen Ackles.
Lilith had to call for his assisted living nurse for help after he'd started wheezing.