"You have to come see this, Dean." Sam said walking back into the Doctor's office.
"What's up, Sam? Sammy? Hey," Dean followed Sam out the door, pulling his gun out and checking the load.
Outside he stood with Sam and scanned the streets. Empty, everything was empty. Nothing but rain dampened streets reflecting the town's only traffic light's slowly changing colors.
"Where did they all go?' Dean whispered. "Where is everyone?"
"I don't know, Dean," Sam breathed back. "They're all just gone, just like Roanoke. More than that though, look over here."
Carved on a telephone pole, one word; Croatoan