I get in the impala
To go on a hunt
No, not for deer, moose, or duck
I hunt for things you haven't seen
These things are monsters, dark, and mean.

Traveling with an angel
Arsenal in the back
Im hunting for demons
Their eyes a glossy black

Running and hiding that is most
I grab my salt and hunt the ghost
You say you are not afraid of the dark
But I actually know what's out there
But don't you worry cuz I hit my mark

They are all real ghost and Demons
So are witches, shifters, and vamps.
Don't you worry about them dragons
Sometimes alone sometimes in camps

We are the Winchester brothers
Hunters, Men of Letters
We don't care what you call us
Because we are earth protectors.