"SAMMY!!"

You scream as your fists bang against the cold metal door. The three of you were exploring an abandoned asylum in search for clues about some recent supernatural activity. What you didn't count on was being separated and finding yourself face to face with the creepiest spirit of all time in this tiny ass room by yourself in the dark no less. You could feel its damn breath on your neck as you crowded yourself against the door, screaming for Sam or Dean or anyone to get you the fuck out. You were a hunter, sure, but you did not like hunting ghosts. You hear something banging on the door back at you, the handle jiggling violently.

"Baby?! Hey, are you in here?!"

Sam's urgent voice calls out, ringing in your ears.

"Sammy!!"

You yell back, clinging to the cold door handle, yanking at it just as desperately.

"Hold on, get away from the door!"

You've got just enough time to duck and hurry into a dusty corner when the metal door comes flying against the wall, the ghost blowing into nothingness, and Sam running towards your smaller form, strong arms picking you up.