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PREVIOUSLY ON THE HUNT BEGINS...

22 YEARS AGO...

Mary bolted back upstairs crying for her baby. "Sammy!" She called softly careful not to wake her other children. "Sammy!" She froze in the doorway looking at the disturbing figure before her.

...

John handed baby Sam to Dean. "Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can. Don't look back! Now, Dean! Go!"

THEIR MOTHER MYSTERIOUSLY DIED. NOW THREE SIBLINGS...

"Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days." Dean clarified.

Sam's face grew pale.

ARE ON A QUEST FOR ANSWERS.

Dean pulled out John's journal from his coat. "This is why." He said pointing at it. "This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it onto us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know saving people, hunting things. The family business."

...

"Yeah, but Dad's in real trouble right now." Dean said. "If he's not dead already I can feel it. I can't do this alone."

"You're not alone." Sam said looking over at me.

"Yeah." Dean agreed giving me a grin. I smiled in return. "We don't want to do it without you."

...

Sam scoffed. "You think Mom would've wanted this for us?" He demanded.

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"Sam, you know we're going to find Dad right?" Dean said.

"Yeah I know." Sam replied he offered a tiny smirk. "But in the meantime I'm driving."

Dean fingered the keys before throwing them to Sam.

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NOW...

      "I hate you guys

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      "I hate you guys." I grumbled tugging my black leather jacket tighter around my body as I leaned against the windshield of the impala with Sam. 

     Sam barely glanced up at me from the newspaper he was reading. "You look fine."

     "I look like a creamsicle and Halloween had a baby." I snapped. "I'm never betting with you two again."

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