Lizzy, a small girl whose parents were killed by a strange creature, was left in the very same house that had blood splattered over the wood panel walls. The very cabin that the werewolves had taken the only guidance she every new. Soft, little pink ballet shoes now had splatters of red on it, and the tiny child laid curled in a servants quarter left in the Victorian era home. She fell asleep sobbing, once more, and awoke to a strange sight. Two men, wondering who she is, greeting her. "Hiya, kid. We're the Winchesters."