The storage container was definitely reminiscent of a hunter. It was underground, dark, dank, and sported a devil's trap right at the entrance. Guess that ruled out demons breaking into the place. On the floor were two sets of boot prints along with spilled blood.

"Check it out." Dean kneeled down and shone his light on a trip wire. He followed the wire across the floor and up the wall, where it was attached to a shotgun.

"Whoever it was got tagged."

"Dear old dad. There are two sets of boot prints, looks like it was a two man job." He stood to follow the path. "The guy who took the shot kept going, looks like the other one got a little nervous."

Kayla stepped over the wire to check the place out. There was a coffin up against one wall with a flag draped over it, various tools and supplies, old magazines, an animal skull, it was quite the collection of oddities.

Dean picked up a trophy and wiped the dust off of it. "1995."

"No way." Sam reached over and took it. "That's my division championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this."

"Well it's probably the closest you ever came to being a boy." He chuckled to himself as he passed him. "Oh man!" He picked up a shotgun from the desk. "My first sawed off! Made it myself, sixth grade."

Kayla tried not to dampen his pride. "You made a sawed off shotgun in the sixth grade?"

"I'm taking this." He kept the gun at his side as they followed Sam into a gated part of the container.

"Nice arsenal." Kayla noted. The walls were covered in guns and knives. "Is that a land mine?"

Dean grinned looking over the items. "Yeah, which they didn't take. They didn't take any of the weapons. What were they after?"

"I wouldn't touch those." Sam turned to Kayla, who was running her hands over boxes lined up on a shelf. "Those are curse boxes."

"Really?" She stepped back to look at the collection. "That's a lot of curses."

"Minus one." He walked over and looked at the empty space, there was fresh blood spatter where the box should have been. "Hope they didn't open it."

"You know they did." Kayla answered. "The idiots tripped over a trip wire in a hunter's storage containers. They obviously have no idea what they're doing."

"Good. Then we shouldn't have any trouble getting it back from them. Let's check the security cameras and see if we can get a lock on these guys."