Sam frowns at the question, not entirely sure he knows what she means.
"What do you mean different?" he asks. "He's human. He wasn't..." He trails off for a second, pausing to take a breath. These are memories Sam doesn't like remembering too often, memories he'd almost rather forget entirely. "No, he wasn't being haunted. It was just- Look, I'm a hunter, okay? We both are, me and my brother. But we don't hunt reapers; we hunt bad things. Evil things."
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Date: 2012-08-27 03:00 pm (UTC)"What do you mean different?" he asks. "He's human. He wasn't..." He trails off for a second, pausing to take a breath. These are memories Sam doesn't like remembering too often, memories he'd almost rather forget entirely. "No, he wasn't being haunted. It was just- Look, I'm a hunter, okay? We both are, me and my brother. But we don't hunt reapers; we hunt bad things. Evil things."