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Dean sighed quietly as he hung up his phone, shaking his head. "Voicemail?" Sam assumed as he walked back into the motel room, dropping an open bag full of weapons on his bed.
"Jesus we aren't going into a damn war." Jenny commented, staring at the bag. She sat down next to Dean at the table, who started to take apart his gun.
"I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions. I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything." Sam said as he joined them at the table. The three started to clean their guns in silence, the metal clicking together being the only thing to hear.
After a while, they all had their guns ready. "Big night." Dean spoke, packing his bag next to Jenny.
"Yeah." Sam answered quietly. "You guys nervous?"
Jenny hummed in amusement and shook her head. "No. Why, are you?" Dean turned to his brother, who mimicked Jenny.
"God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?" Sam smiled at the thought as Jenny nodded.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?" Dean mumbled, and Jenny looked to him.
"What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school—be a person again." Sam scoffed, sitting down.
"Well. I think I'd like to sip a margarita in the Bahamas after all of this." Jenny joked. Dean paused for a moment and turned to her, frowning.
"You wanna go back to school?" Dean frowned. Sam shrugged, nodding. Dean turned to Jenny. "A margarita in the Bahamas?"
"Yep! Feet in the sand. I would love to get a tan for once." Sam nodded in agreement, still smiling.
"Yeah, once we're done huntin' the thing." Dean looked away for a moment and hummed. "Why, is there somethin' wrong with that?"
"No. No, it's, uh, great. Good for you guys." Dean shook his head, smiling forcefully.
"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?" Sam asked, zipping up his bag.
"It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt." Dean spoke harshly, Jenny and Sam looking at one another in confusion.
"But there's got to be somethin' that you want for yourself—"
"Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam." Dean commented, walking over to the dresser. "And I don't want you leaving either." He continued, looking to Jenny.
"Dude, what's your problem?" Dean fell silent for a moment.
"Why do you think I drag you and Jen everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think we came and got you at Stanford in the first place?"
