[Sam follows suit once his weapon has fully unloaded on their enemies, half-turning to Dean as he works with the gun in his hands.] I did, remember? But nothing's working.
[He fires a few of the salt rounds into the approaching zombies. The undead had attacked them shortly after their arrival, not giving them very much time to focus on the cryptic "you aren't real" message.]
So, what do we think? Croatoan?
[His expression is scrunched up, bewildered. Because this isn't like anything they've experienced, not really.]
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[He fires a few of the salt rounds into the approaching zombies. The undead had attacked them shortly after their arrival, not giving them very much time to focus on the cryptic "you aren't real" message.]
So, what do we think? Croatoan?
[His expression is scrunched up, bewildered. Because this isn't like anything they've experienced, not really.]