"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.
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Date: 2011-04-27 04:13 am (UTC)"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."