NATHAN’S POV
The house was silent and as we got nearer, the air seemed to grow even more thick with every step. It was like we were approaching a storm — what once was a clear and bright sky, now, in its place, were massive dark clouds that encircled the clearing.
I could think of many times where my hunch was wrong. And this time, I hope it was. Because as the floorboards on the front porch creaked, the small hope that I still have of us getting out of here alive was slowly dissipating.
And just in there, right in front of the door that separates us from whatever it is that’s inside, I can hear someone — or something — breathing.
“Don’t be a wuss,” Alastair muttered to the both of us when she noticed Castiel and me shaking in our own shoes.
We didn’t answer. We were just silently b
