Alice Katherine was born in the year 1984, an accident - a result of lowered inhibitions caused by imbibing copious amounts of alcohol coupled with a lack of proper protection. Abigail was a British heiress who had rebelled against Daddy's wishes and fled to America. She was looking for a good lay that night at the bar, but she didn't want to be a mother. She didn't even know the name of her one-night stand. Abigail was a nice girl who dreamt big. She really didn't want to end a life before it even started, but, she did want to be Hollywood's most famous actress. An illegitimate child would just stand in the way of her overweening ambitions, which weren't fulfilled, though.
Tucked in a warm pink blanket, a baby girl was found on the cold concrete stairs of St. Mary's Orphanage by Mother Eleanor.
She was christened Alice Katherine by Mother Superior.
The routine of the monotonous life in the orphanage was broken when the children started falling ill to an unexplained ailment. The diagnosis revealed mysteriously compromised immune systems and all the doctors who came, failed to provide a cure for it. When death loomed large over the orphanage like an ominous black cloud, a second-hand grey '73 Ford F100 roared to a stop in front of St. Mary's. The owner was a hunter by the name of Jeffrey Gordon Coleman, with a deceptively sweet appearance and a steadfast determination to decimate as many evil creatures before finally, inevitably joining his dead wife and daughter in afterlife. As the Shtriga, assuming the form of Mother Agnes, was draining the last trickle of life out of a 5 year old Alice, Jeffrey shot a series of consecrated iron rounds into the monster's head. Mother Agnes melted into a pool of black, viscous liquid right before little Alice's dumbstruck eyes.
Alice Katherine reminded Jeffrey of his dead daughter so much, it hurt.
It was three days after the fateful night that Alice Katherine, now, Alice Katherine Coleman happily hopped into her adoptive father's grey truck; happy to finally escape the grey confines of the orphanage.
Jeffrey Gordon Coleman was born in 1951 to an average middle class family, and had an average life. He, to the surprise of all his classmates, wooed the beautiful Lillian Davis with wildflowers and clichéd poetry and, finally, on their Prom night, asked her to be his wife. They tied the knot in a small ceremony in the summer of '69. Five years later, Lillian Coleman was heavy and glowing with their first child, Amelia. In the year 1979 they had their second child, Aidan. Jeffrey was a doting father and a loving husband. He also worked hard as a mechanic to put bread on their dinner table.
Their simple, apple-pie life was cut short the night when Lillian's eyes turned black.
The demon possessing Lillian killed the 5 years old Amelia, but, before she could advance on Aidan, Jeffrey put a knife in her heart and through all normalcy in their lives. Bobby Singer, the veteran hunter stormed in through the door and doused the still-alive Lillian in holy water, before exorcising the demon back to Hell by chanting recondite verses of Latin.
Jeffrey was out for blood. He wanted to avenge the death of his family, and Bobby knew that without training and adequate knowledge about the evils that roamed God's green Earth, Jeffrey would certainly end up as monster-fodder. Bobby taught him how to dismantle a gun and put it back together in minutes, and instilled in the young impressionable hunter's mind the importance of salt and iron. After deeming him fit for the job of a hunter, Bobby parted ways.
The next decade passed in a drunken haze of hunting. His mornings were engaged in pouring over the local newspapers for anything paranormal and relentless hunting would follow. At night, after an exhausting day of bloodshed, he would return home to Aidan, immersing himself in the melancholy memories of the house, with a glass in hand.
And finally in 1989, Alice Katherine, the doe-eyed orphan from St. Mary's reminded him of his daughter.