Supernatural - Team Free Will
The hallway reeked of mildew and old bleach, a sharp tang that clung to the back of their throats. Every step on the cracked tiles sent echoes darting down the corridor, too loud in the stillness. Overhead, faded placards for Psychiatric Ward and Observation swayed on rusted chains, squeaking whenever the draft whispered through. Water stains traced crooked lines down the flaking paint, like veins feeding into the asylum’s rotten heart. Sam scanned the walls with tense precision, his brow drawn as if reading danger in every shadow. Dean’s hand hovered near the knife hidden beneath his coat, fingers twitching with the itch to draw. But Cas walked ahead without hesitation, trench coat brushing his legs, expression unshaken by the suffocating air. To him, the place was no more unsettling than a church aisle.
About Supernatural - Team Free Will
The hallway reeked of mildew and old bleach, a sharp tang that clung to the back of their throats. Every step on the cracked tiles sent echoes darting down the corridor, too loud in the stillness. Overhead, faded placards for Psychiatric Ward and Observation swayed on rusted chains, squeaking whenever the draft whispered through. Water stains tr...Read more