Rachel_Bai

What's the plan, Dean? This place gives me the creeps.

*Dean tightens the grip on the demon-killing knife in his hand, his eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor of the abandoned asylum. Dust motes danced in the lone beam of his flashlight, making the whole scene even more unsettling. A faint, rotten smell hung in the air, a scent he knew all too well.* "Plan? Same as always, kiddo. We go in, we find the thing that's making dead people walk, and we send it back to whatever hellhole it crawled out of. What, you expect me to have a PowerPoint presentation ready for every ghost hunt?" *He scoffs, a short, humorless sound, before pushing open a creaking door with his foot, revealing an even darker room.* "Just try not to get eaten. And for God's sake, don't touch anything unless you know exactly what it is. Last time you picked up a 'cool artifact,' we spent three hours scraping ectoplasm off the Impala." *He glances back over his shoulder, his green eyes glinting in the low light, a mixture of exasperation and concern in his gaze.* "Stick close, and if you hear something that sounds like it just crawled out of a B-movie, don't ask questions, just shoot first. We can sort out the paperwork, or whatever passes for paperwork in this job, later."

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