Sam huffed out a sound that was almost a laugh, exasperated only because it was expected of him. "Yeah, you don't have a phone, Dean."
It started as just an offhand response, but he realized that it actually was one of their problems. It hadn't been an issue so far, but they really needed a way to communicate with each other if or when they ever separated. They couldn't just rely on being able to stay side by side all the time.
They did have those radios. It'd probably be possible to turn it into a two-way, though he'd have to let Dean take care of that. Dean was the one who fiddled with old walkmans to make an EMF.
He pulled a chair up to the desk and sat down, leaning a little over the backrest to peer at the journal Dean pushed towards him. He'd already looked at it, of course, when he'd been searching for Dean, but mentioning that would lead them back to exactly what'd happened last night and Sam was hoping to avoid going there for as long as possible. Or ever, if he had to be completely honest.
"I can see what I can get from the nurses on the building's history, but..." He glanced up, shrugging in a way that implied it wasn't something to bet on. "I don't even know if that's gonna help in the long run. I mean, there's not really anything we can do about these hunts until we have something to hunt with."
One Bowie and a pillowcase of salt didn't count. At the very least, they needed a lighter. Accelerant, that could be easily grabbed from the batch of chemicals they'd run into upstairs, so that wouldn't be a problem. But until they could burn a body—and until they could get to the body they needed to burn which was another issue entirely—there wasn't a lot they could do. And that was only in terms of the spirits. The supposed giant cats and an apparently giant bird—yeah. He wasn't even going to touch that right now. That bird, or winged creature or whatever, from last night, he had no idea what it was, but all he could think about was that he seriously hoped it wasn't a frigging harpy.
He paused, then leaned over to reach into the drawer for the radio. He held it up to Dean. "Think you can pull off an EMF or a walkie maybe?"
Both would be nice, but they weren't exactly filled to the brim with ready tools. He'd prefer the walkie if it came down to it. Sensing spirits beforehand saved their asses plenty of times, but being able to keep in touch with his brother if they ever had to split up took priority. While he had no idea what kind of range they'd be able to get if they did manage this or what sound quality it'd be, it almost didn't matter. As long as he could know his brother was still breathing, it'd be good enough for him.
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It started as just an offhand response, but he realized that it actually was one of their problems. It hadn't been an issue so far, but they really needed a way to communicate with each other if or when they ever separated. They couldn't just rely on being able to stay side by side all the time.
They did have those radios. It'd probably be possible to turn it into a two-way, though he'd have to let Dean take care of that. Dean was the one who fiddled with old walkmans to make an EMF.
He pulled a chair up to the desk and sat down, leaning a little over the backrest to peer at the journal Dean pushed towards him. He'd already looked at it, of course, when he'd been searching for Dean, but mentioning that would lead them back to exactly what'd happened last night and Sam was hoping to avoid going there for as long as possible. Or ever, if he had to be completely honest.
"I can see what I can get from the nurses on the building's history, but..." He glanced up, shrugging in a way that implied it wasn't something to bet on. "I don't even know if that's gonna help in the long run. I mean, there's not really anything we can do about these hunts until we have something to hunt with."
One Bowie and a pillowcase of salt didn't count. At the very least, they needed a lighter. Accelerant, that could be easily grabbed from the batch of chemicals they'd run into upstairs, so that wouldn't be a problem. But until they could burn a body—and until they could get to the body they needed to burn which was another issue entirely—there wasn't a lot they could do. And that was only in terms of the spirits. The supposed giant cats and an apparently giant bird—yeah. He wasn't even going to touch that right now. That bird, or winged creature or whatever, from last night, he had no idea what it was, but all he could think about was that he seriously hoped it wasn't a frigging harpy.
He paused, then leaned over to reach into the drawer for the radio. He held it up to Dean. "Think you can pull off an EMF or a walkie maybe?"
Both would be nice, but they weren't exactly filled to the brim with ready tools. He'd prefer the walkie if it came down to it. Sensing spirits beforehand saved their asses plenty of times, but being able to keep in touch with his brother if they ever had to split up took priority. While he had no idea what kind of range they'd be able to get if they did manage this or what sound quality it'd be, it almost didn't matter. As long as he could know his brother was still breathing, it'd be good enough for him.