I don't laugh in the face of danger, but I might snicker a bit...
At around ten that morning, after being rudely awakened by persons unknown who were holding his car hostage, Dean was armed and anxious, pacing by the front gates as he waited for his brother and whoever else was going on this suicide mission retrieval run.
God, he wished he had the Impala's arsenal at his disposal. As it was, all he had were the guns he'd had in his bag and the ones from the armory in the camp, although he didn't trust them. He hadn't had a chance to look them over yet and a poorly cared for gun was as dangerous as a monster under the right circumstances.
He'd helped himself to some ammo, though. Hard to go wrong with bullets.
"Move your ass, Sam! Let's go!" He shouted, still restlessly pacing.
God, he wished he had the Impala's arsenal at his disposal. As it was, all he had were the guns he'd had in his bag and the ones from the armory in the camp, although he didn't trust them. He hadn't had a chance to look them over yet and a poorly cared for gun was as dangerous as a monster under the right circumstances.
He'd helped himself to some ammo, though. Hard to go wrong with bullets.
"Move your ass, Sam! Let's go!" He shouted, still restlessly pacing.