The Dead Hunters Society (Editing)

Prolouge

If you asked me which of the Winchester brothers was my favorite, I could honestly tell you:

I don't know.

I mean, there are so many things about them that make them so sickeningly sweet and yet so monstrous.

You have Sam. The black sheep of the Winchester family. Good, kind, sweet Sam who watched his mother burn on his bedroom ceiling. Who jumped into the burning pits of hell to save his friends. Who ditched the girl of his dreams to fulfill his destiny of hunting alongside his brother. Who cares about everyone, even when they don't feel the same way. And when he kills, I can always see the tiniest flash of remorse in his eyes. Ah yes, that is Sammy. He's so good it makes me sick. But at the same time, it's what makes me wonder
what else goes on inside his head.

And then, of course, there is Dean. In a way, he's a bit like his father, who knew he had to get a job done no matter what the outcome was. He watched with his brother as their house was enshrouded with flames. Cold, hard, strong Dean. He could outmatch any demon or angel in a battle of wits, strength, or will. But, I think the reason I like Dean is because he never gives up. And that is something I believe will stay with him for as long as he lives.

So while I can't say that I have a cleaner record than the Winchester brothers, I can say that I do think about them a lot. Even when I'm torturing their stupid friends, I still can't help but wonder what they're up to.

But I'm not the only one spying on them. They have their angel friend, Castiel, who says he can't feel anything and yet he saved Dean from perdition and later let Dean save himself and was left behind at Purgatory. Why? He could be up in heaven, not giving a hoot about Sam and Dean and yet he chooses to stay. Honestly, he leaves me with more questions than Kevin does.

And that's hard to beat.

It's a bit strange, you see, all villains have a...motivation of sorts. Like wanting beauty, eternal youth, power, recognition, or revenge. Those seem to be popular with Mr. Walt Disney. I however, am an exception to the rule. I get bored and I think to myself, let's play murder. I suppose I do have to save my whole demon possy and all, but it's sort of my job. And if those dingbat angels and their stupid little humans stand in my way...well, let's just say they won't be standing for much longer. Cold bodies just...warm my heart, you know?

I do enjoy talking about myself. However, I'm not here to tell my story.
I'm here to tell the story of Sam, Dean, and Castiel. Throughout which I weave my precious threads of death and destruction. I'm no prophet, but I know everything there is to know about these three. "How is that?" you ask.

Well, I'll tell you.

I'm Crowley. King of Hell.

And I've got eyes everywhere.