The cemetery looked just like any other. Grey tombstones, some crumbling away with age, some shining with their newness. The ground was covered in leaves that had fallen from the trees, differing hues of red, yellow, orange, and brown. The cemetery was surrounded by a black fence, and a church of God sat only a few mere feet away. The distinctive thing, however, was the looming stone angel that sat in the middle of the cemetery. The black Chevy Impala shuddered to a stop, spluttering engine ceasing in its noise. Opening the doors, the two Winchester brothers stepped out of the car. One was tall and lanky, whilst the other was still tall, but stockier and a few years older. They gathered at the back of the car, the older brother opening the trunk, and they pulled out several salt guns. He spoke, careful in his choice of words. "Alright Sammy, you take the church, I'll take the cemetery. Any sort of weird crap, we call for each other, alright?" Dean looked over at his brother, and Sam nodded. Sam headed off for the church, and Dean entered the cemetery. The had gotten a lead on something weird happening around here, but they're weren't exactly sure what it was. It could be a ghost, but then again, ghost didn't sound quite right. Entering the cemetery, the hunter walked around the numerous tombstones, moving his EMF detector around. He didn't get any sort of reading. As he continued on, the Winchester couldn't help but feel that someone or something was watching him, but whenever he turned, the only thing he saw was the stones and the angel. He tried his best to ignore the strange feeling.