Prologue: A Statue in the Graveyard

"Are you humming?"

Sam glanced towards his brother, who was digging up the grave of the ghost they were currently hunting.

"Yeah, man," Dean said, a sly smile on his face as he hummed ACDC.

The shovel finally hit the coffin, and Dean removed the cover. Sam helped his brother out, and together they salted and burned the body. No more ghost. Hopefully.

"Come on," Dean elbowed his little brother as the flames danced before them, "Let's hurry up and see how much of that crap we've killed."

It took less time than usual to cover up their tracks and pack everything up. But as they walked towards the car, Sam noticed something and stopped Dean.

"What?"

"Dean, look at that statue," the younger of the brothers pointed towards a gray stone statue, shaped like an angel covering its eyes. "That wasn't there before, was it?"

"It's probably nothing. Quit worrying about everything, alright?" the elder grumbled, and continued on his way.

Sam stared at the statue. It just seemed so...wrong.

"Sammy."

"Uh, right. Coming."

Sam Winchester hurried to catch up with Dean. Let this day end like a normal case, and then he could check on this statue business tomorrow. He glanced one last time towards the angel statue, but what he saw behind him was not what he expected.

"Dean-!"

"Sam?"

Dean spun around, barely catching a glimpse of his brother fading from existence. The angel statue was now behind where Sam had stood, a hand outstretched as if to touch something.

"What the-?"

The sentence was cut off by a cold touch from behind.