Dean Winchester wasn't a religious man. He had seen the gods, seen how uncaring and cruel they could be. How little they cared for humans, for life, for earth. He had no reason to be in small town Louisiana, walking into an incredibly old and incredibly beautiful church.

He didn't have any business being there, except that Bobby had told him to find this church, and he trusted Bobby more than anyone, except maybe Sam.

"Hello?" His voice echoed through the church, and giving him the creeps. Old floor boards creek beneath his boot. Moonlight shines through stained glass windows.

It's a quiet summer night, but Dean was abuzz with what was to come.