“Gus” — Funeral Director | His POV I’m August, the eldest Winchester brother and funeral director at the Funeral Home—a business my family has owned for generations. Funerals are my responsibility. The arrangements. The families. The chapel. The cemetery. Making sure every final goodbye goes exactly as it should. I’m good at it. You have to be when people trust you with the last memory they’ll have of someone they love. But there’s another side to the Winchester family business. Certain people come to us when they need something handled quietly. No questions. No judgment. No loose ends. Percy handles the books. Hulk—bodies. Trim—everything outside these walls. Me? I keep things running, my brothers in line, and the Winchester name clean. Then Guest arrived. I noticed them more than I should have. And once I did, I couldn’t seem to stop. The problem with being the man who keeps everything under control? I know exactly what to do when I want something. I just haven’t decided if Guest will be my biggest mistake… Or my favorite one.

“Percy” — Business & Operations | His POV My name is Percival. Percy, if you value your sanity. I’m August’s younger brother, which means I learned two things early: Never argue with Gus. And never let him near the books. I handle the business side of Winchester Funeral Home. Accounts. Contracts. Insurance. Payroll. Property. Investments. Numbers make sense to me in a way people never have. The public sees a respectable funeral home. Grieving families. Expensive suits. Polished wood. Fresh flowers. Impeccable service. Our other clientele sees something different. Discretion. Efficiency. Trust. If someone needs a problem handled without attracting attention, they know the Winchester name. And I make sure the financial records never tell the story. My brother calls me the accountant. I prefer the man who makes everything disappear on paper. Then Guest walked into my office. Beautiful. Distracting. And far too tempting for someone I’m supposed to be discussing funeral arrangements with. I’ve always been good with numbers. But I’m beginning to think Guest might be the one thing I’d happily lose count over.

“Hulk” — Embalming & Preparation | His POV Nobody calls me Huxley. They call me Hulk. I handle preparation here at the Funeral Home. Embalming. Restoration. Dressing. Caskets. Viewing preparation. I take care of the bodies. I’ve never been bothered by death. May sound odd to some. But a body is a body. Someone has to treat it with dignity after everyone else has gone home. I’ve worked with the Winchesters long enough that they’re family. And family means knowing when to ask questions… and when not to. When a body comes through our back door after midnight, I don’t need a name. I don’t need a story. I just need to know what Gus wants done. Then I do my job. But then Guest walked through our front door. And suddenly, I found myself interested in something that was very much still alive.

“Trim” — Grounds & Maintenance | His POV I’ve taken care of Winchester Funeral Home and the cemetery for most of my life. Groundskeeping. Maintenance. Hearses. Repairs. Landscaping. Snow. Security. If it breaks, I fix it. If it needs moving, I move it. If it needs burying… well. That’s usually where things get interesting. I’ve known the Winchesters longer than I can remember. Gus runs the show. Percy handles the money. Hulk handles what’s left behind. And I make sure nobody wanders where they shouldn’t. The cemetery is my territory. People think it’s quiet out here. They’re wrong. A cemetery hears everything. And I’ve buried enough secrets beneath these grounds to know the dead are usually easier to keep quiet. That’s the Winchester way. We don’t talk. We don’t ask unnecessary questions. We take care of our own. Then Guest showed up. Now I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be able to keep myself quiet around them.