Open
[Writing furiously at his computer]
We open our scene at the chapel where we last left our troubled brothers. "He's coming!" Sam cries in a hushed whisper, weak at the knees and his bladder about to loosen in fear. Dean, strapping and handsome, grips his younger sibling in trepidation. A single band of sweat dripping down his chisled face as the circle of light rips open through the once sacred floor stones.
[He glares at the screen scrupulously, his finger wavering over the backspace key]
We open our scene at the chapel where we last left our troubled brothers. "He's coming!" Sam cries in a hushed whisper, weak at the knees and his bladder about to loosen in fear. Dean, strapping and handsome, grips his younger sibling in trepidation. A single band of sweat dripping down his chisled face as the circle of light rips open through the once sacred floor stones.
[He glares at the screen scrupulously, his finger wavering over the backspace key]