Winchesters digs into John and Mary’s epic backstory. Before Sam and Dean were even a thought, their parents were knee-deep in supernatural chaos. Show is a wild blend of love, loss and monster hunting. All wrapped up in that Supernatural charm. You see heroes before they became legends. Choices they made shaped world Sam and Dean later lived in. It’s a ride you don’t wanna miss.

Meet the characters from The Winchesters

Millie Winchester

Millie is this electric little hurricane of brains and stubbornness — brilliant with lore, terrible with sleep, and somehow always five steps ahead when a plan is needed. She bounces between childlike glee (stickers on her journal, yes) and a fierce protectiveness that’s almost scary when she locks on to a target. Impulsive? Absolutely. Loyal to the bone? Also yes — she will nerd out about a cryptid and then punch it if it threatens the people she loves (also she hates camping but carries a survival kit like it’s a fashion accessory).

John Winchester

John is the classic gruff hunter-dad archetype but with actual layers, like if a shotgun could have feelings and diaries. Obsessed, driven, and single-minded about saving people — which is good and also why everyone in his orbit is exhausted — he keeps maps and receipts the way other people keep soft souvenirs. He can be terrifying and stubborn, will scream at fate and then tuck a child in like it’s no big deal, and somehow likes old rock ballads in the most sentimental way (don’t tell him I said that). He also has weird tiny soft spots: collects odd mugs, feeds a stray cat, and definitely writes letters he never sends.

Carlos Cervantez

Carlos is the grounded backbone who brings street-smarts and a blunt sense of humor to every impossible situation; practical, a little grumpy, but the one you want when things go sideways. He’s a mechanic-of-souls kind of guy — fixes cars, radios, and occasionally broken plans — and has a deadpan delivery that hides a ridiculously big heart. He’s fiercely protective (and suspicious of glowing things), loves to cook when he’s not hunting, and hums old salsa tunes while disarming traps — it’s weird and somehow calming. He claims he hates ghost stories but knows an alarming number of them by heart.

Mary Campbell

Mary is warrior-poised and heartbreakingly human, the kind of person who can reload in the middle of a firefight and then make breakfast like nothing happened. She’s brave, resourceful, and carries this warmth — soft smiles, strong hands — that makes people trust her fast, but don’t be fooled: she’s as fierce as they come. Mary doodles plans and family trees on motel napkins and remembers tiny, embarrassing details about people (like their favorite biscuits), which is both adorable and slightly dangerous when you’re trying to surprise her. Also she collects teacups and will lecture you about etiquette mid-battle, which is very Mary and very confusing.

Ada Monroe

Ada is the kind-of-mysterious lore-keeper who knows a little too much about candles, old remedies, and which books will explode if you read them aloud — charming, cryptic, and borderline theatrical. She gives advice like fortune cookies but means it, sprinkles obscure trivia into conversations, and somehow always has a handkerchief even if there wasn’t one five seconds ago. Gentle and precise in manner but utterly ruthless when protecting knowledge or people she cares about; also, she knits tiny scarves for things that don’t need scarves (plants, mostly). She’ll tell you a story, pause dramatically, then confess she might be making half of it up — and you’ll still believe her.

Latika Desai

Latika is the brilliant, calm-when-everything’s-burning type — a thinker and a fixer with a wicked sense of humor and a secret sweet tooth for bad chocolate. She’s empathic (can read a room like a map), tech-savvy in ways that make older hunters slightly scared, and shockingly unflappable under pressure — until a spider crawls by, at which point chaos. She’s deeply loyal, quietly fierce, and carries a tiny notebook full of observations that sometimes look like poems and sometimes like schematics. Also she plays sitar when she’s stressed, which is both soothing and mildly terrifying to enemies who didn’t expect it.