They all stood, unblinking, motionless, their hearts in their throats. At last, Dean said, "Okay, so as long as anyone's looking at these things they can't move, right?"
"Yes," The Doctor said, his voice breathy and emotionless.
"Okay," Dean said, taking charge of the situation, "You three keep looking at them, I want one set of eyes per really scary lonely angel assassin. "
"And what exactly are you gonna do?" Clara asked.
"I have an idea." Was all Dean offered in explanation, and then he walked away and headed back towards the Impala. He flung the trunk open and rummaged through it. "Come on, come on," He murmured, starting to get frustrated, "It's gotta be in there somewhere." At last he pulled out the most powerful riffle in their arsenal, loaded it with the most powerful ammo they had, and marched back towards the three Weeping Angels. He stepped between the Weeping Angels and his friends, and snapped the gun. "Dean," Jenny began slowly, watching him aim the riffle at the Angels, "What are you doing?"
"This," Dean said, then he fired at the first Weeping Angel, making a great big hole in its middle. Then he fired again, aiming at its top, taking its head off. Then he just kept on shooting and shooting until the Angel was nothing but rubble. He then reloaded and repeated the process with the second Angel. That only left one more Angel to go. "Now it's just you and me, Stoney," Dean commented as he reloaded, and then shot the Angel until it was nothing more than a pile of broken rock. Now there was nothing more than a big pile of rubble where three powerful Weeping Angels once stood. The Doctor gawked at the scene before him. "All these years," He gapped, "I have tried countless ways to get rid of the Weeping Angels. I have lost so many people to them, some of my best friends even. And you just took them out with a rifle and common Earth ammunition. In all my thousands of years I have never once thought to do that."
"Well," Dean, said, smirking, "Somebody had to be the first."
