Aug 21, 2013 09:10
"Okay, it's the last class of the semester," Dean said, clapping his hands together to get the attention of the class. "And we're gonna be doing something more practical than a written test. Much to Sam's dismay."
Sorry he wasn't sorry, Sam.
Sam was only a little sorry, for what that was worth. "We've got a bunch of supplies here, and we want you guys to make packs for yourself," he said, "so that after you leave here, you can try to be prepared for whatever comes."
Like flying screechy vampire things!
"Like wakwaks." Thank you for coming through on that one, Bobby. "Weirdest freakin' named monsters ever," Dean muttered. Seriously.
There was a decent size pile of salt cannisters, matches, lighter fluid, and more than a few blunt force weapons. It's possible Dean snuck this in there before Sam could notice it.
And it was possible Sam had added some exorcism sheets (with pronunciation guides) and diagrams of devil's traps while Dean wasn't looking. It was a well-rounded table, at least. "Take as much or as little as you want. Don't worry, anything you don't take will find a good home."
Because they could never be too prepared for shit.
"Get to work," Dean added helpfully.
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