middle ages, 1520.

witches are real pests, and those who are willing to successfully face them are very well paid. and it is with this financial return in mind that the brothers have always risked their necks. from village to village, day and night, dean and sam traveled from the densest forests to the most deserted parts. it was part of the job, and they got used to it. the money was good, and killing ugly witches was what they had always done best.

in a village in the south of gran britain, the winchester brothers' next stop would be. a large number of missing children since the beginning of that year, desperate families, desolate mothers; damn witches. no matter how many times he saw these people's suffering, his stomach always turned.

wearing his black overcoat, lazily carrying the headline over his shoulder, the eldest winchester brother was walking among the stallholders, in order to get a sense of how that village worked, until one movement was enough to catch the attention of dean.