Sam shrugged. "Scope out the area first? If we can't get in, we can try to head across then. That spirit I ran into, it was right in the middle of the main hallway."
The least amount of time they spent walking around, the better. The area by the morgue was closer; there was no point in bypassing it first and having to turn around, anyway. Besides, Sam was definitely hoping to avoid that spirit if they could help it. Dean might have his pockets of salt, but it was hardly a shotgun. He didn't need both of them coughing up hairballs the next morning.
But Dean was right. Guards normally wouldn't be that big of a problem, but they didn't have much to use to sneak by. Never mind his lock picks, he didn't even have a damn paperclip. If they ran into anything or anyone, their best plan right now was just to find another way around it.
He shifted when Dean bumped him lightly, just enough for Dean to get what he wanted before settling back down. He didn't comment on the way his brother handled the items he was holding, didn't bother to ask if Dean was okay because he could see exactly how well Dean was doing all on his own. And he knew how this worked. He'd done it enough times.
Instead, he reached down to gather a handful of salt for himself. "Right now, I'd be happy if we got our hands on any kind of car."
Which...could they? Normally, he'd say a hospital had 24/7 staff so there'd always be at least several cars out in the parking lot ready to hotwire, but this wasn't exactly a regular hospital. Or a regular anything. There sure as hell wasn't staff here at night, with the exception of the so-called Head Doctor.
Though the Impala would be more than useful. He just didn't think their luck was that good. He doubted it'd be impounded somewhere right on the grounds, if it was even here in the first place. Nothing suggested that they'd been taken with the car, especially considering Sam hadn't been in the car at all. Even if Dean had. Did that mean the Impala, if they did find it, it would be from, what. Two years ago?
God. Forget it. He didn't want to think about that right now.
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The least amount of time they spent walking around, the better. The area by the morgue was closer; there was no point in bypassing it first and having to turn around, anyway. Besides, Sam was definitely hoping to avoid that spirit if they could help it. Dean might have his pockets of salt, but it was hardly a shotgun. He didn't need both of them coughing up hairballs the next morning.
But Dean was right. Guards normally wouldn't be that big of a problem, but they didn't have much to use to sneak by. Never mind his lock picks, he didn't even have a damn paperclip. If they ran into anything or anyone, their best plan right now was just to find another way around it.
He shifted when Dean bumped him lightly, just enough for Dean to get what he wanted before settling back down. He didn't comment on the way his brother handled the items he was holding, didn't bother to ask if Dean was okay because he could see exactly how well Dean was doing all on his own. And he knew how this worked. He'd done it enough times.
Instead, he reached down to gather a handful of salt for himself. "Right now, I'd be happy if we got our hands on any kind of car."
Which...could they? Normally, he'd say a hospital had 24/7 staff so there'd always be at least several cars out in the parking lot ready to hotwire, but this wasn't exactly a regular hospital. Or a regular anything. There sure as hell wasn't staff here at night, with the exception of the so-called Head Doctor.
Though the Impala would be more than useful. He just didn't think their luck was that good. He doubted it'd be impounded somewhere right on the grounds, if it was even here in the first place. Nothing suggested that they'd been taken with the car, especially considering Sam hadn't been in the car at all. Even if Dean had. Did that mean the Impala, if they did find it, it would be from, what. Two years ago?
God. Forget it. He didn't want to think about that right now.