Short little drabble- emphasis on short. Taking requests on songs you want me to write about, preferably 80s/classic rock, but I'll take anything.

Song: Janie's Got a Gun

Artist: Aerosmith

The old barn, which had been swarming with werewolves earlier that afternoon, was now dead quiet. The term "dead quiet" being literal in this case, as the lycanthropes were all. . .well. . .dead.

"Thanks for all your help, Jody. We really couldn't have got em without you." The tip on the nest location- and the cover fire she provided - only amplified the seasoned hunters' respect for the sheriff.

"Anything for my boys. Except for clean-up duty. I'll let you deal with that." Jody smirked.

"We already have a guy on his way. Hey, call us if there's anything else we can help deal with." Sam offered.

"Well, hopefully you won't be hearing from me anytime soon." Jody joked, flicking what looked suspiciously like strawberry jam (but almost definitely wasn't) off her sleeve. She hated to see them leave so soon, but she knew they probably had more important apocalyptic stuff to deal with right now. Bigger fish to fry. Despite their insistence and eagerness to help, the shadows under their eyes told a different story.

For now, it was time for them to head back to the bunker. They wanted to check in with Cas, look for any new cases. And find the embodiment of Darkness, of course.

Jody called behind them. "Actually, there is one thing."

Sam turned with a sort of amused look on his face, which the Sheriff returned with her own sheepish facade.

"Can I keep the gun?" She asked simply, gesturing to the silver-loaded gun in her holster that Sam had given her earlier.

Sam shared a look with Dean, who shrugged.

"Don't see why not."

"Thanks." She wondered why she had ever even picked up a Glock. This gun, just a simple Smith & Wesson 5906, seemed perfect. Maybe it was just the adrenaline from the werewolf encounter, but she felt like that was the most accurate she had been with a gun in a while.

The crunch of gravel accompanied them down the road as Jody Mills gradually disappeared from sight. They were on the road- again.

A few minutes and several miles later, Sam heard a noise he rarely had the opportunity to hear. Chuckling. Sincere chuckling. Almost giggling. Which was slightly concerning.

"What?" Sam asked warily.

"Dude," Dean spoke through his mirth, "Jody's got a gun."

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