A group of friends was walking down the cemetery. They each had a bottle of alcohol and one of them carried a radio with them, that was playing really loud.
They stopped at a grave that looked rather neglected. No one had seemed to take care of it. One of them crutched and wiped away a few leaves, revealing the name on the grave.
“No way” he smiled malicious. “Hey, guys! Look who I found here!”
They walked to him and read the name of Castiel Novak.
“Now, where’s that moron to protect your ass, you son of a bitch? I don’t see him around? Do you?” the guy shouted.
“Julian, don’t be an idiot” Fiona, his girlfriend said.
Julian put his bottle of scotch down and stood. He opened his belt and aimed his cock at the grave.
“Oh my God” Fiona hissed.
“What? I have to pee” Julian shrugged.
“You’re disgusting” Fiona commented. Julian shrugged again and turned around. “Oh my God!” Fiona yelled again.
“What?” Julian asked annoyed. But then he felt a firm grip on his ankle and he looked around. A white, ice cold hand had clenched its fingers around Julian’s feet. Julian let out a shriek and tried to free himself, but the grip was too tight. “Fiona, help me!”
Fiona shook her head as a second hand appeared from beneath the earth.
“Mike! Get over here!” Julian shouted scared.
“Sorry, man” Mike replied as he put the radio down.
“What?” Julian faltered and he turned his head to see his friends bailing on him.
Dean parked his truck at the entrance of the cemetery. He climbed the wall that separated the cemetery from the town and walked through the aisles. He’d only seen Cas’ grave once, but he knew he could find it with his eyes closed.
When he reached it he soon realized something was wrong. A guy was lying on the ground, next to Cas’ empty grave. Dean recognized the guy. He had disturbed Cas’ burial.
“What happened?” Dean asked agitated.
Julian shook his head stunned. It was impossible. It couldn’t have happened. He didn’t really see that. He needed to stop doing drugs and alcohol. He was seeing things. But then why had his friends left? He’d seen Fi’s face, she’d been terrified.
“He attacked me” Julian finally staggered breathless. “He grabbed my feet and…”
“Where’d he go?” Dean insisted.
Julian shrugged for the third time that night. “I don’t…I don’t know” he mumbled before he fainted. Dean conjured his phone and dialed Sam’s number. Sam, who was driving back to Castle Rock, answered immediately.
“Dean, speak up” he said nervous.
“You were right, Sammy” Dean replied. “Cas is alive”