It was a rare day off for the boys, when they got days off they hung around the bunker, they watched tv, or Dean would work on baby while Sam was on the laptop searching for a case. When Dean went to the kitchen for some coffee he had noticed they were out then checked the fridge to make a sandwich and noticed they were out almost everything.
"Hey Sam we need to make a run". Dean said going to his brother.
"Alright". Sam said.
He had closed the laptop and got his jacket just as Dean got his jacket and the car keys once the brothers had headed out they noticed how dark the sky was getting.
"Dean we need to hurry it looks like it's gonna storm soon". Sam said.
"Great i hate rain". Dean complained.
The brothers were then off to the store, when they got to the parking lot of the store Dean kept looking around for a good parking spot so nobody hits his baby.
"Will you park the damn car already?" Sam asked annoyed.
"I have to find a place so baby doesn't get hit". Dean said.
Sam always gotten somewhat annoyed when Dean talked about the car or where it should be parked it made him want to kick his older brother out and park the car himself. When Dean finally parked the car they got out and headed inside, Sam grabbed a basket as they headed down aisles.
"What all do we need?" Sam asked.
"The usual stuff, coffee, milk, bread, eggs, lunch meat, and a lot of burgers. Dean said.
Half way through the shopping trip both brothers noticed as the lights above them started to slightly flicker and their hunter instincts kicked into overdrive.
"We need salt. Now". Dean said running to the next aisle.
"Way ahead of you". Sam said.
When they got to the next aisle they began frantically looking for salt but couldn't find none.
"What kind of store doesn't have salt?" Dean asked.
The lights in the store kept flickering more till Sam spoke up. "I got an idea". He then ran to the aisle where the condiments are just as Dean followed his brother. When he got there he saw his younger brother opening many jars of pickles.
"Dude what in the hell are you doing?" Dean asked.
"Pickles have salt in them right so we can use them". Sam said.
When the lights kept flickering the older Winchester didn't see no other option. "Screw it give me a jar". He told his younger brother. Sam then handed his brother two jars of pickles as they began to prep themselves, the other customers in the store looked at the brothers with curious looks and began murmuring.
"Any signs Sammy?" Dean asked.
"None that i can see". Sam replied.
When Dean felt a slight chill up his back that was it for the older Winchester. "I'm out of here". Sam then followed his brother and everyone in the store watched as the brothers practically flew out of the store like two bats out of hell. In the hunting world you can never be too careful.
"We are NEVER going to a store again". Dean said.
"Well how are we gonna get groceries and stuff?" Sam asked.
"We'll figure it out". Dean said.
"I guess we can order them". Sam said.
"How the hell do you order groceries?" Dean asked.
Sam sighed and shook his head at his older brother as they drove back to the bunker as the rain started to fall from the sky.