She's heavier than she looks - or she is now, at least. There's a reason they call it 'dead weight', after all.

Sam lays her down carefully on the concrete pad, arranging her arms and legs with as much dignity as possible and sweeping his hand down over her eyes to make sure they're all the way closed. He doesn't even know for sure what color they were when not red. Brown, he thinks, but he doesn't check.

He nods thanks to Wynonna when she reaches him and takes the salt first. It scatters over the body like a strange snowfall.