Once the salt was all piled in, Sam moved around to the front counter and began searching for other practical items as well. Lighters, pain killers, bandages - anything that would help them survive. When his own pack was full, Sam zipped it up tight and secured it on his shoulders. "I noticed," Sam said grimly. "You ever think that maybe that's what's going on? Someone is screwing with us, making us pit each other into different groups and wage war?" It was actually a clever plan. Turn powerful allies against each other and you've got yourself one hell of a disaster. Adding the panicked civilians to the mix only made things all the more terrible. If this was something that someone had set up, Sam knew that they weren't stupid. Demons that were potentially not demons at all. God, people were terrified of demons. It was hardly a surprise that they'd all responded this way.
"Too bad we don't have any evidence to back that theory up," Sam muttered, picking up his shotgun. "And without evidence, there's no way we're gonna be able to convince certain players that something is up." Jo, for example, was being particularly stern about all this. No matter how hard Sam had tried to convince her that he wasn't a demon, she had been set on believing the opposite of every word that came out of his mouth. Not that he could blame her. The last time Jo had seen him as a demon, she had taken on some pretty heavy damage. Meg. Sam inwardly grimaced at the thought of the demon. Like he really needed to think about her right now.