All good guesses, but still not hitting the mark! These two are going to be two of the hardest to guess; luckily you’ve got plenty of time, considering how long the horror story will be posting!
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Going back to the beginning of the book once more, Sam propped it against his chest as he walked closer to Jacob. He read it out loud, watching Jacob’s fingers punch in the numbers as he spoke. “You’ll want me on the line,” Sam warned before Jacob hit SEND. “Bobby takes as kindly as Dean to strangers calling him.”
Jacob smirked and let that be his show of understanding. He remembered his first phone call to the brothers, laced with distrust for him even having their number until he revealed he was Bowman’s friend.
Sam groped blindly for his journal, dragging it close as he put the finishing touches on the big symbol. He flipped the pages back to the beginning of the book, on the first page.
One of the first things he’d scripted in, below Sam Winchester. If lost, return to Dean Winchester was the phone numbers of the people he was close to. Dean’s. His dad’s. And Bobby’s.
Sam turned in place, crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow to see Jacob just standing there with the salt. “Are you just gonna stand there and smell the daisies?” Sam asked testily. He mimed pouring salt in front of the door, shaking an invisible container in a line to demonstrate what he meant. “Salt in front of the door and windows, and do a line across the vent for good measure. We need to keep out what we can, considering how this case started.”
Brothers Apart 