"You get the box Bobby shipped to you?" mumbled Dean from the backseat, arm still firmly locked over his eyes.
McGarrett's gaze drifted to the review mirror as he responded. "Yeah, as instructed, I picked it up at the airport last night. Arrived by private jet—pretty impressive."
"Bobby's got mysterious ways," Dean replied.
Shifting his gaze to Sam and then back to the road, he continued, "Dare I ask what's in it?"
"Tools of the trade."
"Guns. Ammo. Salt rounds. Holy water. Some other stuff."
The brothers both answered at the same time, though Sam's answer was slightly more forthcoming. Dean huffed a disgusted sigh at his brother's honesty.
Steve nodded taking the information in stride despite his still lingering skepticism. "So what's our first step?"
Allowing Dean more time to regain his equilibrium after the flight, Sam took the lead. "We need to get settled in at the motel. You need to debrief us and then we'll do some more research. That's about all I can tell you until we figure out what we're dealing with."
"Actually, you two can stay at my place."
"You really think that's a good idea? You know, we're not exactly…" Sam's voice trailed off.
"It'll be easier," answered Steve as he nodded. "And as far as I'm concerned this falls under the full immunity and means directive the governor afforded me. So we'll get you settled in and the rest of my team will be over later and we can all get up to speed."
"Great, more people—cops to boot," grumbled Dean from the backseat, "more chance this is gonna turn into one big clusterf—".
"Dean." Sam glared over his shoulder then cast an apologetic look toward Steve. "Thanks. We appreciate the place to stay. But, really, I'm not so sure it's a good idea to include more people. I mean, the things we see—the things we have to do—it's not—it's dangerous. THIS job may be dangerous. More than you can even begin to imagine."
"I trust my team. And we're ready to do what we have to do."
With that, they arrived at McGarrett's house. The trio exited the car, Dean groaning as he unfolded himself from the backseat. "Damn, I miss my baby," he muttered absently.
Steve raised an eyebrow and looked between Sam and Dean. "Girlfriend?"
Sam shook his head. "A 1967 Impala. His pride and joy and just about the only home we've ever known."
"Really?" Steve broke into a grin. "So you know anything about '74 Mercury Marquis's?"
TBC…
