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It was suppose to be a normal case. A normal vengeful spirit, Sam and Dean just needed to find the grave sight of old Mrs. Handle and burn her bones, then they would be out of Manhattan and back on the road.
Sam was practically buzzing about being in New York City. As many cities that he had been to in his long traveling experience, he had never been, but Dean had. Grumbling about the excited puppy-like state of his brother, his eyes scanned the headstones.
The actual area that the graveyard was placed on was quite beautiful. It overlooked the city and was separated by the bay and Ellis Island. And Sam was admiring the view until he heard his brother call out for him behind him.
"Sammy, uh, will you come here for a second?" Dean stood in front of a headstone, staring down at the pale gray stone.
"Did you find it?" Sam said as he jogged over to join his brother. Then he saw it. The headstone was blank. And then, as they were both staring at it, a name and a date appeared on the stone, as though it had been carved there for years.
"Wow. I haven't...what just happened Dean?" Sam asked; weary of the stone in front of him, slowly backing away from it. He wasn't sure if it was a sign, or some sort of monster was after them.
Dean leaned down and touched the headstone, touching the carved words, tracing the letters with his fingers. Questions hung on his lips that he knew couldn't be answered by anyone present, so he pursed his lips and looked back at Sam with a shrug.
The words seemed to glow, the faded letters still standing out.
RORY WILLIAMS