Sam couldn't believe that this was the only plan they could come up with between the two of them. There had to be another way, but neither could think of one. He wasn't even sure Dean had even tried to think of one, to be honest-- not after Sam lost by process of rock-paper-scissors.
The ghost only attacked the girls of the catholic high school, so if they were going to catch this thing one of them needed to be the bait. Hopefully, the spirit wouldn't check too throughly and would be fooled by the girl's uniform Sam now wore. The wig, skirt and lipstick ought to do the trick.
He pursed his now-ruby red lips together and listened to the sound of Dean's giggling coming through his earpiece. “You doing okay out there, Samantha.”
Sam growled and pressed the button on his walkie-talkie. “I am so going to kill you when I get out of these heels, Dean.”
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Date: 2009-05-28 09:02 pm (UTC)The ghost only attacked the girls of the catholic high school, so if they were going to catch this thing one of them needed to be the bait. Hopefully, the spirit wouldn't check too throughly and would be fooled by the girl's uniform Sam now wore. The wig, skirt and lipstick ought to do the trick.
He pursed his now-ruby red lips together and listened to the sound of Dean's giggling coming through his earpiece. “You doing okay out there, Samantha.”
Sam growled and pressed the button on his walkie-talkie. “I am so going to kill you when I get out of these heels, Dean.”