Snippet #2386883

(So I don't remember getting an update about this! DX If you still wanna do it... If you're still here...)

Bill had just started to salt the windows when a chill ran down his spine. After years of working in the dark, years of having that feeling of being watched, it starts being easy to tell what's causing the chills. There was a certain chill for banshees, trolls, vampires, wolves... Demons had a specifically recognizable glare. This chill, however, was hard to place; it was particularly dark. Very similar to a demon but... Was it?

Whatever the hell it was, he dropped the salt and ran. "Cassie?" he called, the weight of the sawed-off unnoticeable in his haste to reach the bathroom. He did his best not to bang on the door. "Everything okay?" he questioned, trying not to cause alarm if it was nothing.