collegebcy:
hazel hues darted to the fall, shotgun lifting from being hidden by his thighs and held firmly in his digits. sam’s jaw clenched, his senses suddenly on alert. cautious steps were taken back, narrowing closer to the other presence in the room as if he was a wall who can guard her. protect her.
‘ just stay behind me.
he hunted ghosts many times before, and sam knew that taking care of a ghost, distracting it, was easy as dean dug the grave. yanking out salt from his brown overcoat and dumping the substance onto the ground in a circle shape. ‘ get inside the circle.
It was clear the moment a weapon came into view the woman was a bit more hesitant, in this case she had brought a knife to a gun fight in a sense.. Though she had no intention on taking out that knife nor taking on the other any time soon. Especially not with this ghost talk going on, though it was almost as if the blonde woman was more confused by his attempt to protect her than the circle of self being poured on the ground.
“There is no chance of you getting me in that.” Scarlett scuffed while looking down at the ground with an expression that spoke only of the clear skepticism. “And I’m not going to be the one cleaning that up.” She added before her eyes raised to him until them moved to the space in front both of them, moving to walk around him to see whatever had caused the sound. “Boogieman, I’d believe ya. A ghost though?”
