A stitch in time
After a couple of uneventful days at Ellen's the Winchesters decided to continue on to a bigger city. None of Ellen's guests or customers had arrived with news of any pressing evil to take care of and they found themselves surprisingly out of work. But before leaving on their well deserved vacation tour Ellen wanted to show them some of the new weapons and ammo she had acquired. After making sure they were alone in the house she took them to a hidden door in the basement and let them in. It reminded them a lot of their dad's storage place but didn't have as much dust.
Dean was secretly disappointed that it didn't resemblance any of the high-tech vaults for special weapons he had seen in the movies, but he was highly impressed by the actual weapons. Most of them were standard issue but difficult to get a hold of. Dean decided on a clip of silver bullets, it was a relief to be able to buy them instead of casting them himself. Sam ticked off an internal list of herbs they were low on and collected several bags. They both examined the poisons and tranquilisers that would affect most living beings immediately. In their opinion a monster that didn't attack was the best one. Dean delightedly picked out a new dart gun, their old one had developed a habit of drawing ever so slightly to the left after it had connected too hard with a wall. There was also another thing she particularly wanted to show them and she picked up a locked box to take out a clip.
"This" Ellen said and held up a 44. bullet "is made to kill vampires. "It's an expanding round, but the shrapnel is lying in dead man's blood with an added ingredient that doesn't make it coagulate so fast. It's something the medieval relic peddlers cooked up to sell "blood of the lamb" that would always be running. Just give the clip a good shake every month or so and it should be good."
Sam took it and weighed it in his hand before giving it to Dean. He was impressed and said so. Dean looked thoughtfully from the clip to his own gun and asked; "How many calibres do you have them in? And who says they work?"
"I say they work. Rufus made them. He never makes things that don't work. He came up with a few quite ingenious things for Bill from time to time." She smiled sadly at some private memory and then packed up their purchases. "You guys want a receipt?"
"Do you take credit cards?" Dean asked innocently and received a friendly shove in the side.
"From you guys?" Ellen asked, exaggerating a how-dumb-do-you-think-I-am look. "No, but you got good credit with me. Here's my bank account number" she said and handed it to Sam with a smile, "just deposit the money there when you have them. And don't go robbing a bank, you hear?"
When they waved goodbye to Ellen and her unofficial road house they were sad to go, but it would have been too easy to stay. Ellen obviously wanted them to and they would have dearly loved to see Jo again. But there were still evil things on their trail and they didn't want to lead them too close to the people that really meant something.
"Big city, he we come" Dean called and slammed Metallica into the cassette player. Sam leaned back and closed his eyes, thinking of Ellen's husband and his father, wondering if the images he had seen in his head while he was possessed by Meg the demon were true.
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About time they upgraded, hm?
