It wasn't until they crossed over the salt line that Sam felt a little bit more at ease. He set the mortar on the table and glanced over at Dean. He didn't bring up the spirit, figured there was nothing to discuss about it except we've got an infestation kinda and I have no idea where to even start finding a body to salt and burn, something which Sam was sure Dean had already picked up on.
Right now, they had more pressing matters. Like the tattoo, which had sounded not so bad in theory, but Sam wasn't quite sure how this would turn out in practice. It wasn't like he'd done this before and freehanding a tattoo happened to be one of the few things their dad had never made them practice over and over again. Unlike bow-hunting. He knew they were both aware of the infection risk, but neither had brought it up, probably because there wasn't anything they could do about it. The syringe was packaged and they could sterilize it further with the alcohol. It would make it better, but it didn't guarantee anything.
It was either infection or demonic possession, though. Kinda a close call between the two options, Sam had to admit. He'd seen seen what a bad infection could do to someone; it wasn't pretty. Still...
He scratched the back of his head, one hand resting on his hip. "So, uh. Guess we should just do this?"
[Inside M2 again]
It wasn't until they crossed over the salt line that Sam felt a little bit more at ease. He set the mortar on the table and glanced over at Dean. He didn't bring up the spirit, figured there was nothing to discuss about it except we've got an infestation kinda and I have no idea where to even start finding a body to salt and burn, something which Sam was sure Dean had already picked up on.
Right now, they had more pressing matters. Like the tattoo, which had sounded not so bad in theory, but Sam wasn't quite sure how this would turn out in practice. It wasn't like he'd done this before and freehanding a tattoo happened to be one of the few things their dad had never made them practice over and over again. Unlike bow-hunting. He knew they were both aware of the infection risk, but neither had brought it up, probably because there wasn't anything they could do about it. The syringe was packaged and they could sterilize it further with the alcohol. It would make it better, but it didn't guarantee anything.
It was either infection or demonic possession, though. Kinda a close call between the two options, Sam had to admit. He'd seen seen what a bad infection could do to someone; it wasn't pretty. Still...
He scratched the back of his head, one hand resting on his hip. "So, uh. Guess we should just do this?"