He actually tensed up slightly at the question, the hand resting on Eliot's hip squeezing slightly. "A demon killed my mother when I was 4 and Sammy was 6 months old. The thing had been...feeding his blood to Sam and my mom walked in on it. He torched her on the ceiling of his nursery."

He sighed softly. "My dad started hunting then for revenge and we got pulled into it. Its honestly all I've ever known. I don't think I could be normal after the shit I've seen."