Prologue

Nadia Stone traipsed her way up the cracked cobblestone walkway winding its way through a large, lavish park. Nadia wore a bright pink hoodie, the hood pulled tightly up around her head. Locks of her dark blonde hair hung out of the side, refusing to be in the hood. Her pants were loose fitting sweats, showing off the curvature of her lower body.

Nadia inhaled the aroma of the cool autumn morning, and exhaled a wispy warm breath. Park décor sat on both sides of the path that she was on. Seeing that part of the pathway had been blocked off due to recent renovations, Nadia diverted her meandering route around the blockade and back onto the path. Turning right, Nadia entered a part of the park that was decorated by statues.

Nadia tucks her head in and rubs her arms nervously; the statues make her uneasy. Nadia sadly had no choice but to take this path, for it was the only one that led to where she lived. She hastened her pace.

"Excuse me, miss?" Someone suddenly called out to her. Nadia stiffened, looked around, and reached for the pepper spray in her purse. A man in ratty clothing approached her. "Spare some money for a fella?"

Nadia looked the bum up and down cautiously. Part of the park was sadly being used by the homeless as a shantytown. The man held out an outstretched hand, painted in filth of who-knew-what. Nadia retracted herself a few paces.

"Look, I just want to go home, okay? I've had a long night and just want to go to bed," Nadia told the man.

"Please miss, I'm so hungry! I haven't had anything to eat in at least two days."

Nadia took pity on the vagrant, and fished a $20 bill from her purse.

"There, that should be enough to get yourself a meal for the day. There's a 24 hour diner that way," Nadia told him, and pointed in the direction from which she came.

The homeless man carefully took the bill from her, and continued his way down the path. Nadia watched the man carefully before continuing her walk. Another half mile or two, and she'd finally be home. Nadia smiled to herself, oddly proud of her good deed despite being terrified of the man.

A quarter of the way Nadia paused, her blood running cold, for in the distance she heard someone scream. Nadia began to run, but bumped into someone. The stranger held her. All Nadia could see of the person was that they wore black and red shoes with a pair of jeans.

"What's the rush?" The stranger asked, letting Nadia go. Nadia backed away, and looked up, her eyes closed in her own reaction of fear, at the stranger. Nadia opened her eyes and simply froze. She tried to move, but found that she couldn't. It felt as if someone had encased her limbs in thick, sticky mud. Nadia would've shook with fright if it were possible. Her scream was frozen solid and couldn't get out past her lips.

"What's wrong? Can't move?" The stranger asked, and walked away into the rising sun as Nadia stood there frozen stiff.

Jessica Porter wondered where her roommate was. Even if Nadia could've driven to work she still would've been home by then. It was half past 5 in the morning, and Jessica was just getting ready for work. Her roommate, Nadia, would always come in from working her shift at 5:30.

Probably got caught in traffic. Jessica thought until realizing that Nadia's car had been acting up, and had to be towed. When 6 rolled around Jessica knew that something was wrong.

Grabbing her jacket, Jessica left their shared apartment, locking the door behind her. Hopping on her bike, Jessica rode across the street to the park that she knew that Nadia would've cut through.

"God, Nadia, I hope that you went to your boyfriend's place for a couple of days, and just forgot to call to tell me," Jessica thought aloud. She usually wouldn't worry so much, but it had been over a day since Nadia had simply disappeared. Nadia would've called her to let Jessica know that she was going to be gone, and it was very unlike Nadia to not call Jessica if plans came up.

Jessica rode by rows of statues, which always creeped her out due to how lifelike they seemed. She frantically searched for any sign of Nadia, not finding anything. Jessica let out a sigh, and hit her breaks to rest for a moment.

As she took a drink of her water, Jessica realized that there was a new statue in the park. Oddly, it was placed to the side of the path, yet on it at the same time.

"That wasn't here a few days ago. Wonder where it came from," a construction worker said. Jessica got off her bike for a closer look. As she approached she noticed that the statue looked eerily like Nadia. A bronze plate sat at the feet of the Nadia look-alike statue. On the plate was an inscription: Here stands Nadia Stone, her beauty forever encased in her namesake.

Jessica first called the cops to report Nadia missing, and then called her work to let them know that she wouldn't be able to make it that day. The only thing that she was unaware of was that Nadia was closer than she thought.

1

A desolate road wound itself though the forest. The sounds of wildlife can be heard. The sun happily warms the earth with its heat as it rests in the bright blue sky. The air is crisp and fresh as the day just starts to begin. The wind forces a group of leaves to dance across the road. A noise is heard in the distance, quickly becoming louder. A beautifully sleek black 1967 Chevy Impala with a V8 327 4 barrel horsepower engine runs down the road.

Dean Winchester sat behind the wheel, watching the road with his gleaming green eyes. His short brown hair looked greasy, suggesting that he hadn't showered in a couple of days.

Dean pressed his brown work boot clad foot on the brake pedal as he watched the stop light ahead blink from an amber color to red. He took advantage of the moment to take a drink of warm coffee to help wash the sleep from his body. Beside him his little, yet taller brother Sam slept in the reclined seat, which was pushed back as far as it could go.

Sam's shoulder length brown hair hung over his face. Dean looked over, and let out a small chuckle upon seeing a river of drool running down the younger man's face. Dean pulled out his phone, and quickly snapped a picture of his sleeping brother. Pressing the gas pedal, the Impala trailed down the road.

Dean and his brother both wore a plaid over shirt and jeans. The only differences were that Dean had on a pair of boots, whereas Sam wore Pumas, and the color of their shirts. Dean admired the ring on his hand, finding that he couldn't remember where it came from.

Dean reached down to increase the volume of the radio as the Allman Bros Band Ramblin' Man started to play, waking Sam up. Sam pulled the back of the seat back into a sitting-up position after stretching, yawning, and blinking his eyes a few times.

"Morning Drool-Boy!" Dean said.

Sam sub-consciously wiped the drool from his mouth, and wiped his hand on his pant leg after pushing his hair back.

"We there yet?" Sam asked.

"Almost there, Sammy," Dean said.

Not long after they came to a small town that consisted of a mixture of newer and older buildings. There were a few stores, restaurants, and simple mom and pop shops. Sam noticed that there was only one bank in the town.

A park sat to the east of a river, with the town's only museum on the opposite side. To the north the river was blocked off by a dam. A lake lay above the dam, which had a beach on it. Even further north, like a baby reaching for its favorite toy, the town stretched outward.

Dean drove the Impala up into a parking space in front of a small brick building and left her idling. To the left stood a sign.

"Sandland Inn?" Sam questioned. "This town doesn't look sandy to me."

Dean shrugged his shoulders, and walked into the motel's office. A few moments later he walked out holding the keys to the room farthest from the office. Getting back into the Impala, Dean moved the car into the respective parking space.

"We're just staying here for the night, and then we'll continue to go back home to the bunker tomorrow," Dean said, stifling a yawn. Sam simply nodded, and only having a few hours of sleep yawned himself.