Two Hunters travel down the lonely road in a classic '67 Chevy.

Winchester's the name, and to them, hunting ain't no game.

They carry this burden that sometimes feels too heavy.

Even with an Angel on their shoulder and the Devil's son in their corner.

Saving people hunting things is their life and family business.

They're our world's best defense against God and The Darkness.

From angry spirits and wendigos to angels, demons, and Lucifer.

They are on alert just from the scent of sulfur.

They're not perfect; that much is true.

I mean, Sammy did manage to lose his shoe.

But they will do everything in their power to save the world.

Even at the cost of their soul and having lines blur.

Now I'm not a Prophet, Psychic, the King of Hell, or even a Saint.

But you've got to admit; you can't beat that with a complaint. 

Now it's time to give them some room.

They're going to raise a little Hell, and Dean may ring Heaven's door.

Cause they've got work to do.