✧ sender has to work overnight watch duty with receiver. (maybe a hunt that spilled over from wherever dean was into his church? idk!)
Paul's hand jerked back away from the flame of the lighter as the flame licked up his hand, a soft hiss of discomfort escaping him as a dejected look crossed his features The last clap of thunder had taken the power with it, leaving the church to be lit solely by the glow of candlelight. Storms like this are nothing new to Crockett, yet every year, he hoped beyond hope the power would weather the storm and keep, he should just count himself lucky that most people seemed to seek refuge in their own homes rather than traveling to the church.
"Shoot.." Paul muttered under his breath, bringing the singed finger to his lips to sooth away the pain with the cool brush of his tongue. The priest's attention diverted to the double doors as a gust of wind forced them open, bringing in a whip of cold water, and a figure stood in the dime lighting of the entryway.
"Oh.." Paul spoke up in surprise, the feeling quickly morphing to confusion as this unfamiliar face stepped into the candle light, giving the priest enough illumination to see battered features of the man, his gaze teetering almost on irritation.
“You look a fright… what in God's name happened to you?”