Sam leaned against the door frame, one eye on the room outside. He took the mortar and dropped the syringe and alcohol pads inside it, and was just reaching over Dean's shoulder for one of the glass beakers-never knew when a container might come in handy-when he heard it.
Crap.
Freaking spirits were everywhere in this place. No surprises given where they were, but still. They really needed a decent shotgun. Among other things.
He didn't waste time, tugging on Dean's jacket to get his attention, though he was sure Dean had heard the crying just the same, felt the slight dip in temperature. The last spirit had been a crying boy, too, and he wasn't sure whether it was this place or what, but that seemed to kind of be the MO here.
Probably not the same one, though. The other little boy was different, his crying less...unsettling, in a way. If that meant this particular spirit was an omen, too, of something worse to come (suffocation by hair, for example), Sam had no idea. And he wasn't gonna wait to find out.
In any case, time to go. He didn't need to look at his brother to know Dean was thinking the same thing.
Crap.
Freaking spirits were everywhere in this place. No surprises given where they were, but still. They really needed a decent shotgun. Among other things.
He didn't waste time, tugging on Dean's jacket to get his attention, though he was sure Dean had heard the crying just the same, felt the slight dip in temperature. The last spirit had been a crying boy, too, and he wasn't sure whether it was this place or what, but that seemed to kind of be the MO here.
Probably not the same one, though. The other little boy was different, his crying less...unsettling, in a way. If that meant this particular spirit was an omen, too, of something worse to come (suffocation by hair, for example), Sam had no idea. And he wasn't gonna wait to find out.
In any case, time to go. He didn't need to look at his brother to know Dean was thinking the same thing.
[back out here]
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