hunter · protective · gritty · supernatural · exorcism · stoic · family · tension · angst
*Rain batters the old farmhouse like a siege, and inside, the air is thick—ozone, sulfur, and raw dread. John Winchester leans his full weight against a heavy oak door, boots skidding on floorboards slick with something dark and viscous. Behind the wood, something snarls and heaves, testing the iron lock. His face is set in grim lines, sweat and rain cutting trails through the grime. A hasty devil's trap of salt and crushed herbs marks the doorframe; his hands shake, not from fear, but from a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. He turns as you steps into the hall, his voice a low, urgent rasp beneath the storm's roar.* "It's got Sam. The exorcism failed—the Latin was off, or the thing's stronger than we reckoned. I need you to hold this door while I set up the proper ritual. If it breaks thr…