Introduction to Fandom Muses

Hi, I'm Danielle. You probably don't know who I am or much about me and I'm more than okay with that. It's not really my thing to try and attract the most attention in a crowd. Technically, girls like me usually rise way above the crowd but I'm not really interested in that life anymore. Killing demons for a living definitely isn't what I want to do until I'm forty. You know, because I want to live until I'm way past forty.

A lot of people probably won't like the decision, but I'm old enough and independent enough to do just that. Make my own decisions. I tried the slayer thing for a while, figured out what all I could do and while some of it is pretty cool and I'll remember the lessons I learned, I also figured out that it's not what I'm meant to do. Sure, there's the whole destiny thing that I'm sure gets argued till people are in blue in the face, but I don't believe in all of that. Everything isn't predetermined. We make our own choices. See, I did listen during class. Free will is kind of big around these parts. Except when it comes to fulfilling that slayer requirement.

I'm on my own now, trying to figure out where to go from here. I could go back home, but I kind of want to figure out myself away from home, you know? Otherwise I'll just stay stuck in the past or stay the same girl I've always been. That kind of defeats the purpose of this little discovering myself adventure I'm on now.

Introductions are lame. They're for people with MySpace and people who buy into Match.com commercials. A bunch of insecure basement dwellers rattling off their best traits and a few anecdotes from their glory days in an attempt to make other basement dwellers like them so they can have sex on instant messenger or whatever it is the majority of people reading this do in their vast amounts of spare time.

I mean, that or they just straight up lie which is probably what I would do if I actually played along.

Look, the basics are these: I'm a demon. Okay, so that's just one basic in case some smart ass in the crowd feels compelled to showcase their stellar counting skills. Or maybe it's grammar skills...with the plural thing? Whatever. I'm bored with this already.

Anyway, I'll keep this short for the Dean Winchesters of the world lest they find it a little hard to follow along. I'm a demon, which means you probably shouldn't trust me. Unless you're Sam, in which case I've never lied to you so you damn well better trust me.

So that's it. You can run along now, back to your cybersex and your digital cameras with your weird crooked angles that you think are so flattering. I have bigger fish to fry so unless you've got some tartar sauce, you're of no use to me. You're probably of no use to me anyway. Negative points if you're a witch or a bigot.

Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Fries you'd like to share because you're not a selfish fry-Bogarting racist? Just so you know, I prefer the latter. That or just plain silence.

Introductions. They’re basically pointless, because it doesn’t matter what you say about yourself, people are going to perceive you how they want. They’re going to have whatever impression they choose. They say first impressions are everything, but I say that’s bullshit. How the hell can you figure a person out after meeting them one time? Everyone puts way too much stock in that whole first impression thing. Which is usually why a person doesn’t show you their true self on that first initial meeting. So, I guess first impressions are like I said, total bullshit.

I’m Deacon Marquette, maybe you’ve heard of me, maybe you haven’t. I really don’t care either way. I’m not here to impress you and I don’t give a fuck if you like me or not. I’m not exactly the best representative for that family name. Dad tries to keep me out of the public eye as much as he can, considering I soil our great name every chance I get. Hey, life’s short, I’m gonna live it how I want. I was born into a life of privilege, why the fuck wouldn’t I take advantage of that? Besides when I fuck up, it’s always the same old lecture about how hard Grandfather worked to create this dynasty. But he’s not here now is he?

Anyway, I’m 22 and I’m from the Upper East Side of New York. You know the place. Society’s finest. All money and ego and that overwhelming sense of entitlement. I’d like to say I’m the exception, but that would be a lie. I just have a different take on that whole life. One that my father is not especially impressed with. Or any of his friends for that matter. Again, I really don’t care.

Right now, I’m basically on the run. The reason isn’t important. My step-sister, Annabel and I came to LA because she’s sort of what you’d call special. One of many or so she was told. So, I tracked down this school that helped people like her learn about their powers and what their destiny is. Too bad there isn’t one for my own. Me, I’m just hanging out, doing whatever I feel like doing. See, wherever my sister is, that’s where I’m gonna be. Somebody’s gotta keep her safe and look out for her. I don’t trust anyone else doing it.

I'm Annabel Delacroix, and I'm 17. If you're from the East Coast or the Upper East Side of New York particularly, chances are you've heard of me or at least of the family my mom married into. The Marquette dynasty covers a modeling agency, three magazines, a major record label, real estate empire, and a new independent film franchise. My step grandfather was quite the entrepreneur. Too bad he didn't live long enough to reap the benefits of it. That's okay though. My brother Deacon and I have that covered. We've lived a privileged life, but now we're on the run.

The details aren't important unless we think they're any of your business. Another rich family, with another deep dark secret. Yawn. Really, we're doing you the favor by sparing you yet another tired cliché. Things happen, and you don't mean them to or maybe you do. Either way, you can't take them back so you make due. I know we have.

Anyway, so it turns out, I slay vampires. It would have been nice to know that, like if someone could have been bothered to tell me that before I broke Brigitte Carlson's wrist simply by twisting it an attempt to get my BlackBerry back from her nosy little hands. I didn't even twist it that hard, and then…snap. Compound fracture, and suddenly everyone thinks I'm some kind of violent freak with rage problems and my parents stick me in therapy with some idiot that Freud himself would have had committed. I wasn't the problem. The problem was that no one bothered to tell me that I was supposed to be a superhero now or how to be one.

Lucky for me I met some drunk demon at Butter who knew the score and was willing to fill me in. Well, that was until these two cute guys named Sam and Dean busted up our party and killed the poor guy. He was nice too. I mean, I'm sure if he'd been sober he probably would have tried to kill me or something. But he was totally wasted and therefore harmless and he told me all about demons and vampires, hunters and slayers while he complained about how much he missed being human sometimes. He probably misses it even more now that he's back in Hell.

So now I'm in Los Angeles because my brother tracked down some school for people like me so we can learn how to use all this power we never asked for to actually hurt the people who hurt us put the hurt on some evil. Sign me up, give me a uniform, and charge me tuition, whatever. Just don't expect me to live in some dorm where my brother isn't. Besides, I don't really like girls anyway. Not unless they recognize who's queen.

I'm Paris and I'm a superhero. No, I totally am. See, one day I was at school and these guys pulled up in a car all mafia like to tell me that I was some kind of Chosen One. I thought they worked for my father and it was just some ploy to get me out of his hair but it turned out that being a slayer is legitimate. Who would have thought?

It worked out perfectly for me because I was about to get kicked out of St. Martin's anyways. That would have been school number five that I'd been kicked out of in the last four years. Being a slayer meant I just got to drop out before I got kicked out and go to Slayer Academy or whatever. It's not so bad. Lots of people think Kennedy sucks but she's way better than the nuns at every school I've ever been too. Plus, Spike is kind of hot.

And no jokes about slutty hotel heiresses please. I was born way before that skank ever became famous for putting out a shitty sex tape. Hasn't anyone ever read Romeo and Juliet?

My last name might sound familiar to you because yes, I'm the daughter of California Senator Cain. Everybody always asks me if it was hard being a politician's daughter. I don't know if it was hard really, but my little brother Jonathan was always way better at playing the role. Yes, you know him and not me because he's the golden boy and I'm the girl that gets kicked out of boarding school.

Needless to say, being a slayer didn't really fit in with daddy's plans. How's the man that's going to be president one day going to explain his vampire slaying daughter? He's not, and that's why I'm always living in a dorm room somewhere.

Don't feel bad for me though. All of that smiling and waving and shaking hands is boring. I'd definitely rather be here.

Name: Alexander J. Luthor

Nicknames: Lex, Alex

Age: 28 years old

I don't usually talk about myself in places like this but I might as well do a little intro here. My name is Jesse Currin and I'm working on making that name into something bigger than people imagined it could be. I know it's possible and I'm not giving up this time until it happens. I'm a singer and will sing anything you want me to sing. Forget American Idol, that isn't for me and I'm not going to sell myself to some British guy who thinks he knows everything.

I'm probably not who you think I am. Everyone has a past, I just choose not to talk about mine other than it was pretty boring. Everyone has their own little quirks and you might just be lucky enough to find out a few of mine. You have to take the bait first, though.

Mostly, I'm just a guy living in the city of Los Angeles making his way around and trying to survive. If that's not always the clear-cut and easy road then so be it. You have to do what you gotta do to make sure you get what you want and make sure your goals are met.

So, I guess the question is, what do you want to know about me? You just might get lucky.

Introductions are pretty pointless. Most of us lie in them, and if we don't we probably should. I'm not really a people person. I used to be shy, and now I'm just easily annoyed. I used to be kind of innocent, and now I see the world in all it's ugly glory. We live in a world where little girls with superpowers are sent to fight other peoples battles. We die young. No one grieves us. We're expendable. Whatever.

I'm currently working for a guy who has more money than God, and will one day rule the world. Roll your eyes if you want, but it doesn't make a difference. I've aligned myself with the winning team, because losing really sucks. Technically the last fight I was in was a win for our side. We defeated the super evil. Go team us. Too bad my two best friends didn't survive the fight. People assumed I died with them. They didn't even check to do a positive id. She wasn't around when the dust cleared so obviously she must be dead. It's cool. Like I said, we're all expendable. No one mourns us. They did me a favor anyway. Now my parents can grieve the loss and not have to deal with the near misses. Jules died with her best friends. Julieta is working for a guy who has the money and power to make a difference in the world.

I honestly don't care if he plans to make a positive or negative difference. He pays me to protect him which means I'll mow all of you over if you look at him the wrong way. Life is about choices you see. I chose to fight the losing battle and somehow survived. Now I choose to align myself with the winning team. Now I get to live.

My name is Lucas Scott, and I’m 22. I’m a published author having written the book An Unkindness of Ravens that chronicles my experiences in high school. I was born and raised in Tree Hill, North Carolina and I guess I’m what you can call a hometown boy. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever leave. I love to write, read literature and play basketball. There was a time that basketball was my whole life, but after suffering a heart attack, my love of basketball is lived through by coaching the Tree Hill basketball team with my boy, Skills and my brother Nathan. It’s the same team that my brother and I played on during high school.

Family life is complicated, and a bit confusing. My mother, Karen raised me by herself because Dan left us when she was pregnant with me and started a family with Deb. They had a son Nathan, who I didn’t associate myself with until high school. Actually, we couldn’t stand each other, but we ended up being friends and brothers. Keith, my uncle, Dan’s brother is who I consider to be my father because he had a hand in raising me was murdered by Dan. Keith, before he was murdered was engaged to my mother and they had a daughter, my new sister, Lily.

Haley is my best friend. She’s married to Nathan and they have a son, Jamie.

I was supposed to get married, but my fiancée, Lindsay … called it off claiming that my second book was about my ex, Peyton. Something about comets and I’m not going to elaborate further.

Right now, in my life, I’m trying to find order. Everything is scattered and to be honest, I have no idea where to go next.

But, first, I need to start with Lindsay and I need to get her back.

I suppose I should do this introduction thing. The counselor that Nathan and I have been seeing suggested this as part of the process and since I am fully committed to it, here goes nothing.

My name is Haley James Scott. I'm 22 years old, married to the love of my life who also happens to be my high school sweetheart, and together we have an amazing five year old son named Jamie. He is pretty much the best kid ever and I'm not saying that just because I'm his mom. Even though it does create a little bit of bias. But just a little. My husband, Nathan, and I are from a little place called Tree Hill. It's not much as far as maps go, but it's home.

We got married during our junior year in high school. Believe me, no one saw it coming. And then our son was born the night we graduated. That's not to say we have a perfect marriage or anything. I think a lot of people are surprised we've made it through as much as we have. From me leaving to go on tour with The Wreckers, to some seriously shady behavior on his part in the absence of money when his dad cut him off completely for standing by me, to an accident that left him in a wheelchair for awhile and ruined his basketball career. It's a lot for any marriage to survive, but especially such a young one. And marriages are hard work anyway. Recently, it was this psycho nanny we'd hired to care for Jamie and ended up throwing herself at my husband instead before kidnapping our son for an afternoon. I actually asked for a divorce around that time, but we're really trying to work things out. Hence the therapy. And it's working.

Right now I'm a teacher, working at the high school that I went to. It's a very frustrating job, but I still think that it's worth it. I think shaping lives and providing education is maybe the most worthwhile thing I can do with my life next to being a mother. My lifelong best friend and brother-in-law, Lucas Scott, works there too coaching the basketball team that he and Nathan played on. It's nice having him so close at all times, but also very tempting when I feel like he needs a little reality smack check what with all the constant chaos of his love life and his propensity for choosing the wrong girl. He has a good heart, and I know it's in the right place. He's just kind of his own enemy when it comes to love.

Other than that, I am working on some new music with one of my other good friends, Peyton. She has her own independent label, Red Bedroom Records, and the two of us are putting together my next album. Of course I can't mention Peyton without mentioning Brooke as well. She's the owner and designer of the Clothes Over Bros fashion line, but most importantly to me, she is Jamie's godmother. It's funny that we're all still here, and for better or for worse, we're all still friends.

I'm really at a loss here for what else I should say. Most of this stuff seems more appropriate for the actual journal itself, especially if I were to ever explain any of it. So I guess I'll just end it there. I'm Haley, and it's nice to meet all of you.

LOS ANGELES – Two members of the famed "Oceanic Six" have announced that they are engaged. Dr. Jack Shephard, a spinal surgeon, and Kate Austen, a former fugitive, will be married sometime this year according to sources close to the happy couple.

Shephard and Austen first made headlines everywhere as passengers on the doomed Oceanic Airlines Flight 815 which crashed on September 22nd, leaving all aboard believed to be dead due to the circumstances surrounding the tragedy. Six survivors were later found to be alive and rescued from the island where they managed to stay alive for over two months. Among the other four survivors were Shephard's half sister, Claire Littleton, and her son Aaron who was born on the island after miraculously surviving impact.

While the world was equally shocked and fascinated by the story of Flight 815 and its survivors, it wasn't a happy homecoming for all of the Six. After years on the run, Kate Austen was finally brought up on numerous charges she had managed to evade previous to the plane crash. A federal trial ended with a plea bargain giving Ms. Austen ten years probation provided she remains in California. Her mother died shortly after, putting an end to her long battle with cancer.

During the trial, Shephard testified to his fiancee's heroic acts of bravery, one of which happened to be saving his life. Though he denied that he loved her upon cross-examination by the prosecutor, there had long been speculation that the two were romantically involved as they had been while stranded.

Shephard and Austen now reside in Los Angeles where Dr. Shephard continues his work as a prominent spinal surgeon and his future wife is considering her career options now that she is a free woman. The couple plan to marry in the Fall and will then continue to reside at their recently bought Los Angeles home.

This will be the second marriage for both.

From the files of Benjamin Linus

Name: Jack Shephard
Birthdate: April 30, 1967
Birthplace: Los Angeles, California
Parents: Christian and Margo Shephard
Siblings: Half-sister Claire Littleton
Education: Columbia University, UCLA Medical School
Profession: Spinal surgeon at St. Sebastian Hospital
Marital Status: Divorced- Sarah Shephard
Tattoos: On arm in characters translated to He walks among us, but is not one of us.
Reasons for being in Sydney: To reclaim the body of his dead father and bring Dr. Shephard home for burial.

Background:
Jack Shephard followed in the footsteps of his father and showed a natural aptitude for surgery. Whether this was due to the egregious amount of pressure applied from his father or not is unknown. So gifted, Jack graduated a year earlier from medical school than his classmates.

It should be noted that Jack has always had a rather tumultuous relationship with his father, up to and occasionally proceeding Christan's death. During a surgery in early 2004 Christian Shephard became intoxicated before surgery and mistakenly cut the hepatic artery of a patient. Jack attempted to rectify the error however, despite resealing the woman's artery, her rapid blood loss and resulting cardiac arrest caused her death. Once it was discovered that the patient was pregnant, Jack rescinded a falsified document claiming the death could not be prevented and implicated his father, resulting in a loss of Dr. Christian Shephard's medical license.

Jack met Sarah when she was involved in a near-fatal car accident 2001. The initial dire prognosis was that Sarah would never walk again. Despite all of the odds being stacked against it, Sarah eventually made a full recovery after Jack performed surgery on her spine. In 2003, Jack married Sarah. The marriage did not last more than a year before Sarah left Jack for another man.

After a brief visit to Thailand, but left the country shortly after arriving for reasons unknown.

In February 2004 Jack began stalking his estranged wife, refusing to sign the divorce papers that had been served. Unable to locate the true identity of the man Sarah was leaving him for, he assumed Christian had stolen his wife. This resulted later in a physical altercation and subsequent arrest of Jack Shephard. Jack was later bailed out of jail by Sarah.

For more details on Jack Shephard's background please see Manifesto page 53.

During his time on the island Jack has saved many lives, including that of Charlie Pace, nearly slain by one of our own. He has taken on the role of leader for the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 and should be approached with extreme caution. Known allies are Katherine Austen, James Ford and Sayid Jarrah.

I'm Nathan Scott. I'm 22 years old and I live in Tree Hill, North Carolina. Right now, I'm not doing much of anything except helping out my half-brother Lucas coach the local high school basketball team. That's not exactly what I figured I'd be doing at this point in my life. I should've been in Seattle, playing for the Sonics. Would've been too if I wouldn't have screwed it all up. Some guy decided to run his mouth, giving me shit and I let him get to me which ended up with me getting thrown out a window and I spent the next 4 months in a wheelchair. Yeah, pretty messed up huh?

Well, that's not even the beginning of it. My whole life's pretty much been one screw up after another. I did one good thing in my life and that was my son Jamie. Me and his mom Haley, we got married in high school. Six years, man. Hard to believe. Things have been kinda rough lately and for awhile I wondered if we were gonna make it. I really screwed some stuff up. But I really think we're gonna be okay. We both wanna try and that's what's important.

I miss basketball. For a long time, it was my whole life. Everything I'd ever dreamed of. Something I'd sacrifice pretty much anything for, and trust me, I did. Including borrowing money from some loan shark, shaving points and getting busted, and almost getting Haley killed. I sound like a real great guy don't I? I'm really not that bad, I've just made some real bad choices in my life. But I'm trying. That's all I can do.

It's hard, seeing everyone you hung out with in High School get everything they ever dreamed of while you lose your own dream. But, I'm happy for them. Lucas, that's my brother, he published a book, Brooke, she's got her clothing line, Peyton finally got her record label and even Haley, she's making a CD with Peyton right now. But you know what? I'm happy for them. They all deserve it.

I guess I really didn't lose my dreams, they just turned into something else. My only focus now is to be the best dad I can be, 'cause I never want to turn out to be like my dad. I don't ever want Jamie to look at me like I look at Dan.

My introduction is a little more complicated than I generally like to get. Probably way more complicated than you'd ever want to hear. That said, I'm the son of a super soldier and witch, grandson of some of the most powerful sons of bitches this world has ever known, grandson to a kickass demon fighter, brother to a telepathic semi-witch, nephew to a couple of vampires with souls and slayer and girl who lived in a fairytale hell a lot of her life, and cousin to a few miracle and prophecy children. Not to mention the random other slayers and vampires that are extensions of that family. Add all of those genes together and you get me.

I told you it was complicated. But it's all normal for me.

Anyway, my name's Jack Lehane and I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. I live with my dad and sister, Cady, in a place in the city. It's at least a little way to get away from the chaos that is the Hyperion hotel which is where the majority of the rest of my family lives or has lived at some point in time. I don't really see the appeal of it all, personally.

My mom died when I was ten years old and my sister was five. This crazy bitch who was somehow destined to take over the world wanted to get rid of everyone who shared my mom and aunts' bloodline. They didn't get us all, though, which was their plan. Instead they just got my mom and Aunt Faith. It hasn't been easy, but we make due. Having a huge family sort of helps to make up for it even though it never will completely. Angel and Harry do what they can to be another set of parents to the both of us.

Like I said, my family is complicated and pretty much everyone comes with their own set of powers or abilities. I'm not left out in that Of course, might not be as flashy as some of my other family memebrs, but I do have some tricks up my sleeves that I'm sure you'd be impressed to see. I'm a lot like my Dad just not quite as fine-tuned I guess. I'm faster than you are in the best shape of your life, I'm a quick learner and can remember two dozen numbers or a paragraph word-for-word just at a couple seconds glance and I pack a pretty good punch too. Oh, and I'm quite the handsome devil if I do say so myself.

We're complicated but were definitely way more interesting than you. Promise.

Ever since she was a little girl people have told Regan Hope Lehane-Osborn that she was special. She was the miracle child of a vampire and a slayer. Not to be confused with her brother, the miracle child of two vampires, or her sister the prophecy child, or her other brother the vision boy. She had a mom, a dad, and a stepmonster named Harry. He was the father of her brother and sister, Tyler and Lexi. They ended up being vampires just like him. No souls though. Which meant she grew up barely remembering who Tyler was before Lexi stole him away, and not knowing Lexi at all.

Then her mom died. One of the best slayers ever, and she died. Something bigger and badder than her mom was was able to take her and Aunt Gracie out. They left behind children, husbands, lovers, family and friends. The world never truly recovered from the loss. At least not the world that Regan knew.

Regan was born on the same day as her cousin, Cady. They shared the ability to speak to each other without actually speaking. The telepathic communication freaked some of their family and friends out, but it felt completely natural to Regan. The truth was, she only felt complete when Cady was with her. Sometimes she wondered if their bond was the same as the Lehane sisters and Osborn twins had been. They couldn't be whole without the other.

She was special because she could communicate with animals. She was special because she could move the way her father does. She could fight the way her mom did. She was special because she was the last of Faith's children who survived with a pulse.

The world just never recovered after Faith and Grace died. Regan and Cady had a plan to make it all better. They were special after all. They could make it happen.

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Employee Personnel File

Name: Lukas Aaron Matthews
Aliases: None known at present time.
Address: (Information blacked out), Seattle, WA 98101
Phone: (Information blacked out)
SSN: (Information blacked out)
Family: There is no little to no information on employee’s family. This sort of information is not relevant at this time. Should this information become relevant, an investigation will be conducted and information will be provided.
Marital Status: Single
Tattoos/Identifying Marks: Scar of unknown origin on underside or arm, near elbow. No known tattoos.
Military History: US Army Rank: Capt. Status: Reserve

Background: Not much is known about employee prior to his military service. During his time with the United States Army he was considered to be an outstanding marksman and was highly decorated during time of service. Awards and achievements include: (All information has been blacked out). Tour of Duties include: (Information has been blacked out). Employee has displayed high loyalty and dedication to the mission here at Manticore and holds a high ranking position. Is and has been responsible for several covert operations including the following: Project (Information has been blacked out), The (Information blacked out), and (Information blacked out) Agenda.

Employee is highly trained and has full security clearance. Works closely with (Information blacked out), Donald Lydecker and (Information blacked out). Director of Operations over X-(Information blacked out).

All other questions about employee can be obtained by contacting Major (Information blacked out) at (206) 555-XXXX.

Any other File Information on Matthews, Lukas A. has been sealed and is highly classified.

Prophecy translation locked deep within the texts of the Conclave.

In the beginning, there was born unto the God of the Dark a child to be his heir. The child, a daughter, was born of a mortal woman chosen for her direct descendance of from the Creators of the World. In the year 5,000 B.C. in what was known as Mesopotamia, this woman of purest blood was chosen to be the vessel that would carry the child of the Dark God beyond the battlefields of the Holy War.

Half-god and half-mortal, she would endure throughout seven millenia until the New Holy War would be brought, shadowing the Earth with death until only the pure remained and a New World would begin. Generations of ill-breeding will be fire cleansed at her hands and then she will reign as sovereign until the true End of Days. Only the one whose power is hidden will be able to deliver the unclean as Her Majesty's rise to the throne of humanity will signal the true Armageddon as is written in the texts of Others for she is their prophecy also.

The Anti Christ will not be born in to this world, but will be reborn as Queen of it when the shroud covers the world and the blood that runs has been purified by the fires of His Holy Darkness's line.

Hey, I'm Rachel. I'm from....well, I'm from here and there and everywhere. My parents moved a lot and I was always getting kicked out of school, so you know. The last place I lived when I was a teenager was Tree Hill, North Carolina and I'll probably always consider that home more than anyplace else but I can't really stay there right now even though my two best friends Mouth and Brooke both live there.

I was working as a model for Clothes Over Bros for awhile so you might have seen me on that billboard in Times Square. Not that I'm famous or anything, I just might as well be. But who cares about that? I'm a really good time. So if you want to have some fun and you have some money to burn? We can be friends. Call me.

I hope to hear from you soon!

The Personal Files of Ames White

Classification: Unknown
Names/Aliases: Cadence Winchester, Cady
Last Known Location: Los Angeles, California
Family: X5-494 (father), Grace Winchester(mother; deceased- classification unknown), Jack Winchester(brother- classification unknown)
Known Associates: Regan Osborn, Harry Osborn, Connor Riley, Winifred Riley, Serenity Lehane, Cordelia Chase, Kennedy Bradford, "Angel", X5-494, X5-599, Seeley Booth


Information:

Subject's father was created in a secret government facility as part of a project known as Manticore. Designation X5-494 was tested extensively following the psychological deterioration of clone X5-493. Proven to be physically and psychologically sound X5-494 returned to his unit for further training. Was among the subjects released during Manticore's subsequent destruction and project termination in 2020.

Subject is the offspring of X5-494 in combination with a half-demon of unknown origins and is last known to be in the care of 494. Subject was created naturally and with no outside influence or scientific control. Winchster's mother was terminated by a rival demon when the subject had reached five years of natural age.

Winchster displays no outward signs of transgenic abilities but has developed several supernatural anamolies starting as an infant suggesting that transgenic genes may be recessive to demon genetics.

Subject should be considered highly dangerous and an extreme threat to our operative. Approach with caution and only if subject is alone. Orders are to capture and study.

All I ever wanted was a normal life. Kinda hard when you come from the family I do. I should've known a long time ago that no matter how hard I tried, nothing in my life would ever be normal. I would never just be that regular guy who goes to college, then law school, gets married and maybe has a couple of kids. That doesn't happen in the Winchester family. My first clue to my freakish existence should've been the day I turned 6 months old when my mom got killed. Or maybe the stuff my dad taught us when most kids should be doing stuff like Little League. The things I learned, no kid should ever have to know about. Things most kids would never believe and should never have to even know exist. But that's the life of a Winchester. The life John Winchester wanted for his sons. Because my dad was never the same after Mom died. He was obsessed with finding the thing that killed her.

I tried to get away from it, didn't speak to my dad or my brother Dean for a long time. I went to school, got myself a girlfriend and tried to get away from that crazy life I'd been raised in. But like I should've known, normal and my family just don't go together. Dean showed up, needing my help because Dad had gone missing and despite my initial reluctance, I gave in and went with him. When I came back, it turns out that yellow eyed demon dad was so obsessed with decided to take someone else away from me. This time my girlfriend, Jess. She was killed the same way my mom was. You could say that changed my outlook on life completely. No more Mr. Normal guy for me. I was ready to devote my life to what my dad had spent his whole life preparing us for.

At least, that's about as much as I can remember right now. Flashforward a few years and I was still here, hunting with Dean, killing those things that go bump in the night. There's a whole lot of things that happened between then and now, but I couldn't tell you those things even if I wanted to. Back in November, something big happened to me. I got kidnapped by some demons and they held me for who knows how long. I can't really remember what day it was when I went missing and I vaguely remember that it was mid-December when a girl came along and pulled me out of the snow. I didn't even think it snowed in LA, but I honestly didn't know where I was at that point. I didn't even know who I was either. Or anything else for that matter. I was just there, barely alive, with absolutely no memory. I had one form of ID on me saying my name was Jimmy Page. So, I kinda went by Jimmy for awhile. Even though, obviously that was some sort of alias. But that's what Carly decided to call me. She's the girl who saved me. And now, well, she's kinda my girlfriend. I don't know where I'd be without her right now. The doctor she took me to explained that it was amnesia and that my memory would have to come back on it's own. It's just started doing that recently. I know who I am and bits and pieces of other things. That's better than nothing right?

So, here's what I remember so far. My name is Sam Winchester, I'm almost 25 years old and I'm a demon hunter (in case you didn't already get that part). I've died once and my brother sold his soul to bring me back. He has (less than) a year to live and up until the time I disappeared, I'd been trying like Hell to figure out a way to get him out of that deal he made. They say there's no way out of it for him. But, I'll find a way, I'll do whatever I have to. I can't lose him, he's my brother and he's the only family I have left. I might need to find him first, but the point is, it's my turn to save him.