Figuring this would've attracted Dean's attention, Sam slid his gaze in his brother's direction almost on instinct and sure enough, Dean was looking over. Sam gave an imperceptible shake of his head, letting him know that he could take care of this on his own. He glanced back at ZEX; he was about to ask him if he was okay or something, but ZEX spoke up before he could get to it. He sat down again instead.
Seriously? He couldn't think of any reason why someone would take this as a sign of affection. Even people who might normally believe in Casper would be having second thoughts right about now.
He glanced at the hair ZEX had picked up. It looked as expected—long and black. Everything a spirit did or left behind had significance, but he couldn't think of what the hell hair had to do with any of this. On the other hand, he didn't have much information to go off on, either. No history, no personal records to tie in patterns.
"Right." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was strange to be sharing information on his end with a witness—not really something he made a habit of doing—but recounting his version of events wasn't going to hurt in this case. "No. She didn't speak to me. She, uh. Attacked me, actually, first, and then she raked a finger down my cheek."
And, what? How did they get from here to flowers? Was ZEX planning to give flowers to this ghost? This was getting beyond ridiculous.
Sam offered a quick smile, anyway. "Flowers can make nice gifts for people. I have a couple more things, though," he went on, steering the conversation back on track without pausing to make a proper segue. "If you don't mind? I just need to know what happened in the moments before she retreated. Was it immediately after you came into contact with a part of her body? Her hands, for instance? Or was it only her hair that was touching you at the time?"
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Seriously? He couldn't think of any reason why someone would take this as a sign of affection. Even people who might normally believe in Casper would be having second thoughts right about now.
He glanced at the hair ZEX had picked up. It looked as expected—long and black. Everything a spirit did or left behind had significance, but he couldn't think of what the hell hair had to do with any of this. On the other hand, he didn't have much information to go off on, either. No history, no personal records to tie in patterns.
"Right." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was strange to be sharing information on his end with a witness—not really something he made a habit of doing—but recounting his version of events wasn't going to hurt in this case. "No. She didn't speak to me. She, uh. Attacked me, actually, first, and then she raked a finger down my cheek."
And, what? How did they get from here to flowers? Was ZEX planning to give flowers to this ghost? This was getting beyond ridiculous.
Sam offered a quick smile, anyway. "Flowers can make nice gifts for people. I have a couple more things, though," he went on, steering the conversation back on track without pausing to make a proper segue. "If you don't mind? I just need to know what happened in the moments before she retreated. Was it immediately after you came into contact with a part of her body? Her hands, for instance? Or was it only her hair that was touching you at the time?"