Prologue
Sam Winchester bent down to observe the dead the creature on the ground. The dead butterfly, sleek and black, laid on its side a wing flapping in the slight breeze. Sam frowned, and picked it up. He felt heart broken over the butterfly being dead, which felt weird to be upset. After all it was just a butterfly, things like this happen. He laid it back down on the ground lightly, and stood up dusting his jeans off. Darkness began to creep over the treetops. Sam slung his pack over his shoulder, and began walking back down the trail. The trail wound deeper into the forest, as Sam went deeper. He felt a slight chill, and the darkness seemed to thicken even more. Butterflies fluttered around in thick swarms, as if trapping him on the trail. They seemed to glow a dull yellow in the darkness. The wind started to pick up, blowing leaves around. Sam could smell a slight scent of sulfur in the air. He dropped his pack, unzipped it, and pulled his 9mm out. Bullets wouldn't hurt a demon, but they could stop them momentarily if needed. He reached back in the pack and pulled out a flask of holy water, tucking it into his jacket pocket. He zipped the pack back up, and stood his ground. The wind picked up even more, blowing leaves, and knocking loose limbs out of trees. The butterflies increased in number, and swirled around him like a tornado. As they did, it looked as if the darkness thickened around him. Sam could feel a presence within the darkness, but he could see nothing other than thick blackness. Sam stood tense waiting for something to spring out and attack. A mass came out from within the darkness, and stood before him. Sam stood there mouth a gape. He had seen things that no one had or will ever see in their lives, but this was different. It reached out towards him, moaning slightly. Sam opened fire, but the bullets did nothing to it. Sam went for the flask, but the darkness touched him. It felt cold, as the oily blackness ran up his arm. It pulsed, as if it was alive. It reached his face, and things went blackā¦.
