Dean and Sam approached the city morgue dressed in their cheap suits, fake FBI badges in their pockets. They had heard about some unusual deaths in the area, coming to the conclusion that it might be their sorta thing. Now on their way to examine the bodies of the victims.

“Hey Sammy, check it out. Corpse bride.” Dean chuckles, examining the body of a pretty young woman who had been murdered in her wedding dress. He lifts her hand, holding the silver ring from the evidence bag up to it.

“With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine” Dean says doing an impression of Viktor, slipping the ring onto the corpse’s finger.

“Dude cut it out, come on, we got work to do.” Sam says unamused, rolling his eyes as he walks away to go question the coroner.

Dean shakes his head, mocking Sam behind his back before following him. But he stops in the doorway when he hears rustling behind him. Turning around he sees the metal table where the corpse previously laid is now empty. Placing his hand on his holster, he cautiously walks forward, looking over the side of the table. The door shuts behind him, causing him to draw his gun and quickly spin around. His heart rate speeding up as the lights flicker, the room eerily quiet. He speaks firmly, keeping his finger on the trigger. “Who’s in here?”