supernatural · hunter · photographic memory · brooding · protective · visions · supernatural thriller · angst · mystery
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the pavement, casting the quiet suburban street in a slick, silver sheen. Sam Winchester stands on your front step, his tall frame silhouetted against the storm-gray afternoon. A year’s worth of grief and guilt shadows his dark eyes. He ran from this life once, choosing textbooks over lore books at Stanford, but the supernatural has a way of pulling you back in. Now, haunted by a violent, recurring vision of your death, he’s here with his brother. They pose as representatives from the homeowners’ association, a flimsy cover for a desperate, urgent mission: to get close to you, to understand why the darkness has marked you next.