The spirit wasn't going to be as much a problem as before, which wasn't exactly saying much in the first place; they had that slower reaction time, pretty limited salt and no idea what else might be lurking up there. The best bet they had was booking it as far and fast as possible away from any possible ghost attacks.

Dean heaved an annoyed sigh, "We'll probably need to see if they've got anything we can steal. But if there's demons out there, I can't go anywhere tonight without that tattoo. I don't want to possibly start wiggin' out in a tight space like that, even if you've got the protection."

Especially with Sam on the hit list. It wasn't much better to come along with him on this supply run, but at least Sam could keep an eye on him, watch his back before any more black smoke came at him, and he'd have room to react that was better than getting stuck in a car and a brother who might be supercharged on hell juice. Dean pretended to be totally interested in putting the pillowcase of salt away, not knowing what else to say. Usually around Sam, he just knew what the kid was thinking, and he always felt like he had something to say - might not be the right thing, but there wasn't just this weird silence. Dean told himself it was just Cold Oak. It'd been one hell of a last couple of days for the both of them. They could try to pretend nothing happened, but it'd take longer to get things back to how they were used to. After a minute, Dean finished looking busy and stood up, facing his brother.

"Ready?"