It began on the second of April 1998. In theory, it began much earlier, around 1943, but our story begins that fateful spring day.
"Even back then, people always were sayin' I was too old for the business," Bobby Singer tells everyone who wants to know, "with my fresh 55 years, can you believe that?" He laughs and whenever he narrates the same old song, his southern accent slowly creeps back in. "'nyway - I was just on another job, a nice little store on the former Sunset Ave in Kansas who couldn't pay a debt. Just as I walked in with Gordon, two young boys raced around my leg. One was about 10, the other was 6.
To my surprise, they quickly apologized, calling me a Sir, the whole deal! Polite little buggers. They asked me what I was doing in their papa's shop, and I answered that I had business to deal. In return, they wished me a good day and continued having their race in the back of the shop.
Of course, I talked to their papa and he talked back with such disrespect I felt compelled to speak openly. I told him that he either paid what he owed or we'd have to take it by force.
And the bastard, you wouldn't believe what he offered - his sons! He told me to take them with me and do as I pleased, that they were young and their mind was easy to bend!
So I took him by the collar and told him, no, I would not take his boys for the sake of it, I would take them to shelter them from their inhuman father, I told him!"
And that's where we start. The boys, called Sam and Dean, are taken from their father John Winchester to keep them save.
Bobby Singer, a horror to all policemen, takes them in and there they grow up. In fact, they grow up great.