Here's a preview to my up coming story! I don't have a confirmed name but, I'll be working on this with a close friend of mine, and I'm excited! Also, if you don't like abuse or isn't very comfortable with the topic steer away from this!
Dean held up his gun, Sam poured salt around in a circle as Cas stood behind him.
"Comeon, Sammy! Hurry it up!" He barked over, the doors and random scattered items on the floor started to shake.
"I'm going as fast as I can Dean!" He calls ovr still pouring the large amounts of salt in the circle. In perfect timing, Sam finished the circle and the spirt appeared in the room. It let out a horrifying, ear splitting yell making everyone in the group crouch down and hold their hands over their ears. As Dean tried to reach for his gun, he lost his footing and ruined the salt circl leaving a hole where the spirt can slide in.
"DEAN YOU IDIOT!" He shouted trying to grab the canister of salt. But it was to late, Dean was flung across the room, next to a broken down table, the wall almost breaking at the force. He let out a groan, laying across the ground trying to stand up.