"Shouldn't be a problem," he says, rummaging around in the trunk. Sam comes up with a very large sack of salt and sets it on the ground, then leans back in to reach for a wooden box.

"It's not like they're gonna have anyone here to possess -- any of them that get out, anyway. They'll be stuck as smoke. Here."

He picks out a black cord with an old tarnished silver charm hanging on it, and holds it out to Andrew.

"Wear that. It'll keep them off of you."