The words of the strange man were still going round and round in Sam's head. What did he mean "don't blink" it seemed ridiculous. But he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something sincere and important about the message.
He was on his way to the kitchen when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. A cherub. But why was that there. As he retraced his steps to look at the cherub he noticed that it's eyes were covered with its hands as if it was weeping. "Dean," Sam shook his head and carried on. Pulling a glass from the cupboard and putting away last night's brandy he turned to leave but stopped short. The cherub was there. What the shell was it doing there he thought. "This isn't funny Dean. How the shell are you moving that thing anyway" his eyes refused to leave the cherub as he had the sudden felling that he was being watched.
"What you sayin' sammy?" Deans muffled call came from the hall.
"Stop moving the cherub, it is more than a bit creepy." He said briefly turning to look at the doorway. When he glanced back it was no longer crying but screaming, with its hand clawed on either side.
"Get in here!" Sam yelled keeping his eyes on the statue. Deans footsteps became rapid and louder as he closed in.
"What's wrong Sam?" Dean had reached the door and was now glancing from the cherub to Sam in quick succession. Sam had still not looked away.
"Sammy look at me!" Dean had gone from sleepy to concerned rather quickly.
Sam broke contact with the statue and turned to Dean.
Big mistake!