Everybody knows the story of the Winchesters. How Mary Winchester died on the ceiling of her six month old son's nursery, how John Winchester raised his kids and taught them how to hunt the things that go bump in the night, and how Sam and Dean Winchester became the best hunters the world has ever seen. But there is one very important thing that has been left out of this story: Me. Who am I? I'm Lex, Lex Winchester. What, never heard of me? That's not a surprise. I've always been the black sheep of the family: weird hair cuts, black clothes, strange tattoos, yeah you get the picture. Anyway, I was perfectly fine just living my life, ya know, saving people, hunting things, the family business, but one call from my little bro and everything changes, and not necessarily for the better. Ya wanna find out why? Just read the damn book.