Sam pulls the wires away from the wall as he makes his way through the building, trying to find the one he’s looking for. Allison comes up beside him, bow drawn.
“How much time do you think you need?”
“Hard to say.”
“Do you think Dean will buy enough time?” Sam gives her an exasperated look. “Right. Sorry, not helping.”
Sam turns his attention back to the mess in front of him, shuffling through the wires until he finds the right one, a large plug that belongs to the magical contraption that seems to hold the spirits in place, storing them until they’re ready for whatever infernal purpose the bad guy of the week has conjured up. That they’ve combined magic and technology in this way gets under Sam’s skin—gone are the days when ghosts had a body to burn or unfinished business to resolve.
He doesn’t want to think what could happen if they don’t resolve this now.
A heavy thump sounds on the floor above them, and he snaps out of his thoughts, startled into action. Wrapping his fingers tightly around the heavy cord, he pulls as hard as he can, yanking the plug clean off the wall. He stumbles back into Allison and she turns to catch him, although he’s much taller than she is. By the time their feet were steady and the house quiets, they both let out a sigh of relief.
“Dean?” He shouts up at the floor.
“I’m good.”
Sam relaxes and turns to Allison. “You?” She nods, and he relaxes even more. “So that’s the Dread Doctors, huh?”
“Yeah,” Allison nods. “I really want to put a stop to them once and for all.”
Sam nods in agreement, before turning to lead her up out of the basement. “Right behind you.”
like lightning in a bottle | supernatural/teen wolf | 300
Sam pulls the wires away from the wall as he makes his way through the building, trying to find the one he’s looking for. Allison comes up beside him, bow drawn.
“How much time do you think you need?”
“Hard to say.”
“Do you think Dean will buy enough time?” Sam gives her an exasperated look. “Right. Sorry, not helping.”
Sam turns his attention back to the mess in front of him, shuffling through the wires until he finds the right one, a large plug that belongs to the magical contraption that seems to hold the spirits in place, storing them until they’re ready for whatever infernal purpose the bad guy of the week has conjured up. That they’ve combined magic and technology in this way gets under Sam’s skin—gone are the days when ghosts had a body to burn or unfinished business to resolve.
He doesn’t want to think what could happen if they don’t resolve this now.
A heavy thump sounds on the floor above them, and he snaps out of his thoughts, startled into action. Wrapping his fingers tightly around the heavy cord, he pulls as hard as he can, yanking the plug clean off the wall. He stumbles back into Allison and she turns to catch him, although he’s much taller than she is. By the time their feet were steady and the house quiets, they both let out a sigh of relief.
“Dean?” He shouts up at the floor.
“I’m good.”
Sam relaxes and turns to Allison. “You?” She nods, and he relaxes even more. “So that’s the Dread Doctors, huh?”
“Yeah,” Allison nods. “I really want to put a stop to them once and for all.”
Sam nods in agreement, before turning to lead her up out of the basement. “Right behind you.”