[Possible intro for badcompany_muse should I cave and decide to add him. Not that I don't have enough on my plate already. Anyway. Dark!Dean won't shut up, so I'm gonna make him.]

Here's a lesson for all you folks watchin' at home, thinking you're safe and warm in you're houses with the white picket fences and the two-point-five kids:

The things that go bump in the night? They're real. They're as real as you or me and there's not nearly enough people fighting them. Demons, ghosts, vampires, zombies, anything you can possibly think of? They're out there and we need soldiers to try and stop him. Because if we don't, they're just gonna kill us all. No ifs ands or buts.

I've spent my whole life hunting them. These things have cost me everything that's ever mattered to me, but that's not going to stop me anytime soon. Someone has to be out there saving people, and I'm not going to stop until every last sonuvabitch is dead or they kill me first. They killed my mother. They killed my father. They killed my brother.

And I'm gonna kill every last damn one of them.

( For the OOC note and reasoning session of DOOOOOOOM: )