Assembling [Closed]
By the time Sam and Dean Winchester arrived in the hangar deck where Dean's black, 1967 Impala was kept, Castiel was already there waiting for them. He stood at the rear of the vehicle and the trunk was wide open. How he got it open God only knew, but he had, even without the keys. He appeared to be busying himself sorting through something that lay inside. Close inspection would reveal them to be a collection of silver bullets. A whole heck of a lot of silver bullets. Each had Enochian sigils carved into them and, given the volume, there was no question now that the Winchesters would ever run out of ammunition. And they were going to need it, especially now.
"Hello, Dean. Sam," Castiel said, turning to face the brothers as they approached.
"Hello, Dean. Sam," Castiel said, turning to face the brothers as they approached.