WHO: John, Dean & Sam Winchester WHERE: an abandoned house; TBD WHEN: Thursday, November 3; evening WHAT: Reunion time!. RATING: PG-13 for language, to be safe STATUS: thread; in-progress
For twenty plus years, John Winchester had learned about and hunted all manner of demons and creatures and evil, so suspicion came with the game. For a man who had also been possessed by a demon, who knew his sons did not have years of experience, he expected suspicion on their part – a healthy amount, or they would be in deep trouble. On his part, suspicion warred with wanting to see his sons again. He was alive. He had been given a second chance and he suspected it might have something to do with the demon scum he had seen on those message boards. He wanted his family back.
Suspicion still won out, as it should have. To slip up now could be not only dangerous, but deadly.
The truck hidden behind the overgrown shrubbery of a rundown carriage house on the property, John was currently crouched at the opposite end, hidden by an ivy-wrapped gate at the only entrance to the property. His path from there to the house had been plotted so as to follow Dean and Sam as they approached and went inside, but listening devices were also planted in case they moved out of hearing range. He wanted to know every word, every move they made.
The Devil's Trap waited within the house, but not where it would be expected. A rug over the symbol would likely be child's play to the type of demon that would choose a Winchester as a host, so it wasn't so obvious. No, the Trap spanned the entirety of the foyer, fit into the shadows of the decaying house. From the windows, it would not be visible, but the moment anything demonic walked in, it would be trapped.
If not demonic, they could make it to the room off the entrance that was visibly lit by several kerosene lamps. There would be where he would watch them further.