Castielle slinked through the shadows, blending in with the darkness, her trench coat flapping quietly in the wind. She pressed her back up against the cold metal wall of the warehouse and she looked out at the water of the bay in front her. She squinted into the darkness in both directions, seeing no one, she proceeded to enter the warehouse and crouched behind the metal containers by the door. She peered over and sniffed the air, it reeked of sulfur.
She silently stepped out from behind the cans and stood behind what she thought was forklift or some sort of vehicle. She cuffed her sleeves up, prepared to “zap” some demons as Dean put it. She tilted her head and peered out of the side of the vehicle. The Demon, as she suspected was caught inside the Devil’s trap.
Wolfe crept almost soundlessly around the eastern corner of the warehouse. Inside the huge metal-building there was supposed to be a Demon in a Devil’s Trap. She had been there earlier and drawn a couple of ‘hard to notice’ traps and sincerely hoped that the Demon she had been chasing had been stupid enough to walk into one of them.
It wasn’t the first time she was hunting a Demon, but she wasn’t a pro on the matter that was for sure. The door on the south-end were left cracked open when she had left the building earlier, and she had fixed it so that the hinges didn’t squeak when she slipped inside. Her eyes took a little time to get used to the even darker warehouse and as she stood pressed against the cold metal on hand found the bottle of Holy Water and the other wrapped around the shaft of a dagger set with salt.
