"You're right," Sam agreed, "it could. But if this case is anything like the last, then it's main focus will likely be making sure that you all suffer as much as it did." Slowly. From what Sam could tell, the ghost was a big fan of slow deaths. What a douchebag. "Ghosts are tricky like that though. We can't underestimate the damned thing."
Sam could feel her shaking in his arms and it tore him up on the inside. Seeing Ruby at her most vulnerable was an unsettling experience. Trapped, beat up - he could handle that. Emotionally, Sam didn't know what to do or how to make it better. Reassurances only got a person but so far when the person being comforted was inevitably going to be terrified no matter what was said or done. But what he could he do? Ditch her while she was like this? No. Sam would never do that. He clung onto her, kissing the top of Ruby's head as she bundled herself into his arms.
Kill it. There was that part of him that instantly wanted to correct her. You couldn't kill a ghost. They were already dead. The procedure was to salt and burn them, that way they could pass on and would no longer be able to walk this realm, which in turn would bring on the end of the hauntings and, in this case, everyone being sick. Sam was sure that wasn't what she wanted to hear, so he instead nodded and said, "I will. As soon as I find it, okay?"
Ruby didn't want the salad, it seemed. He'd tuck it into the fridge for later. She'd have to eat soon. Shifting lightly, Sam loosened his grip on her and reached down so that he was able to force her to look up at him again. "Look at me, Ruby." He had to do something. Sam couldn't stand seeing her in pain.