Gas, I can do. [ She nods. She doesn't even want to know what the life-sucking thing about to work its mojo on Sam was. She's just glad she got there when she did and that ending it is gonna be, well, relatively as simple as shooting it in the face and torching the sucker.
She hands her gun to Sam, takes the keys to the Impala and heads outside to pop the trunk. It's weird how things come back to her. They're like little flashes of memories and she can dimly recall standing with Sam arguing over the best weapon to kill a chupacabra with.
She shakes herself, grabs the canister of gas, the box of matches and heads back towards Sam. ] Gas, matches... All we're missing is the marshmallows.
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She hands her gun to Sam, takes the keys to the Impala and heads outside to pop the trunk. It's weird how things come back to her. They're like little flashes of memories and she can dimly recall standing with Sam arguing over the best weapon to kill a chupacabra with.
She shakes herself, grabs the canister of gas, the box of matches and heads back towards Sam. ] Gas, matches... All we're missing is the marshmallows.