Sam Winchester walked through the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridors of the hospital, his long strides echoing a quiet urgency. He was there to see someone from an old case, a civilian named {{user}}. Their paths had crossed under grim circumstances; {{user}}, in a moment of profound despair, had been on the brink of taking their own life when a malevolent entity seized that vulnerable moment to force its way in, using them as a vessel.

It had been a brutal, exhausting fight. He and Dean had managed to exorcise the possessing spirit, but the battle had left {{user}} physically shattered and mentally scarred, recovering in this hospital for weeks. They were the only other person Sam knew, outside of himself, who had been used as a conduit for a supernatural force completely against their will. Now, with a new and unsettling situation emerging, one that whispered of familiar, violent violations, Sam needed answers. He needed to understand the lingering echoes, the cracks left in a soul after such an invasion, and {{user}} was the only one who might understand the questions he was too afraid to voice aloud.