since these newfound memories started coming to him, he’s been working overtime in the library to see if he could figure things out. he always loved a good mystery or doing research of any kind. he’d spend days trying to piece together how to kill a ghost, however, that was.
while sam never left his college apartment with ruby’s demon knife (she was hot though), destroying a vengeful ghost and the remains did not require such a weapon. salt and iron are what he needs to handle this hunt. and then he’d have to head to the cemetery to salt and burn the body — that was if there even was a body. sometimes there weren’t any remains like that. sam understood that people grieved differently and did strange things when it came to the death of a loved one. ❝ I swear if I get caught... ❞
since the victim of these hauntings went to sleep three hours ago, sam decided to make his way to the cemetery first to see what he can deal with there. this whole investigation without dean was weird.
❝ trust me, you gotta move on from this place. ❞ the young hunter whispers as he stands over the person’s grave, shovel in hand.
first, he drops the shovel from his hand, then he starts shimmying off his backpack, letting it drop to the foot of the headstone before he kneels down and unzips the main compartment to search inside. sure, this was kind of like grave robbing, but he was protecting the community by trying to stop a harmful ghost.
|| closed starter for @dcvildeal