“What kind of a house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks!” ( Sam & Kid!Faith)
Sam let out a stressed chuckle at Faiths comment as he opened yet another saltless cabinet. They needed to hurry. He’d run out of salt rounds and he had the iron fireplace poker but that wouldn’t help with burning the doll with real hair in a way that will keep the ghost from coming back. Salt was absolutely essential.
“Seriously!” he said in some frustration as he once again found no salt. The air around him turned cold and his breath could be seen was he headed for the pantry. He stopped in the kitchen doorway and looked around quickly, grip tightening on the poker. The ghost of the great aunt of the house owners showed up behind him. He didn’t have a chance to swing before the ghost used it’s powers to fling Sam into a nearby table, breaking it and knocking the wind out of him. He’d dropped the poker somewhere too. This was not good. He wished he’d actually been truthful in telling his dad and Dean where he went.
