Sam had not exactly seen the entirety of what Jack had gone through, but it was more than difficult to miss the asshole spirit that was delivering the physical beating."Hey! Leave him alone!" The ghost immediately stopped moving, if only to peer off at the newcomer. Sam didn't much care. It was all the opportunity that he needed. Flipping the shotgun over his shoulder, as he'd fastened it to him with a strap, Sam took aim at the man attempted to bash Jack's face in and fired. The result was immediate: the rock salt that Sam had loaded into the shotgun slammed into the spirit, sending it crashing into nothingness. It vanished from the room entirely, standing as one less problem for them to deal with. If there were any other ghosts in the room, Sam didn't see them right away. Instead, he moved forward, offering Jack his hand so that he'd be able to climb to his feet.
"You okay, man?"
Probably not, considering the ass whipping Sam had just walked in to witness. But Jack needed to be assured that he wasn't alone anymore. Honestly, Jack was the only reason Sam was even in the building in the first place. He had heard about him taking on some unhealthy reactions to the ghost situation and Sam wanted to check up on him to make sure he wasn't going to do anything crazy like that all over again.