Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the motel. As he cut the engine, Sam got out to get a room. He froze as he noticed a familiar figure leaving the motel entrance. "Dean... It's Destry. She's here," he said.
Dean got out of the car and looked over. He spotted the dark haired woman and waved. "Hey, Destry!" he called. "You been ridin'?"
Sam glared at his brother. "Stop with the western references."
"Well, if it isn't tall asshole and shorter asshole..." Destry said as she approached them. "You two can take off. We've got this one."
"We?" Sam asked.
"Me and Joe. My husband."
"Aw... and here I was thinking something else entirely," Dean joked. He slapped Sam upside the head. "How could you not figure that out?"
"It's ok," Destry said. "It's not his fault he's tall. Sometimes when people are tall, they're low on wit," she whispered to Dean conspiratorially. "We're on a mullo hunt," she said as Sam gave her an annoyed look for her comment on tall people. "Are you boys familiar with mullos?" she asked.
"Not very," Sam said. "We've never ran into one."
"That's because the Gypsy community of hunters handles about ninety-nine percent of mullos."
"But... you're not a Gypsy," Sam said.
Destry gave him an annoyed look. "I'm married to one, dunderhead."
Dean gave Sam a funny look. "Hey, Des, if it's ok with you, can we join your hunt?" he asked, looking at Destry.
"That's not up to me," she said. "It's up to Joe. He's in charge. And don't call me Des. I hate it."
The dark haired man regarded Sam and Dean for several moments. "John Winchester's boys?" he finally asked.
"Yes," Dean said.
"He was a good man. He's been missed by many."
"Thanks," Dean said as Joe passed beers to him and his brother.
"If you want in on this hunt, you'll have to bone up a bit. I don't let anyone in on a hunt unless they've read a certain portion of my cases."
Destry regarded the boys for several very long moments before getting out a rather large binder and dropping it in front of them. "Section on mullos is marked. Read up, boys."
Sam's eyes went wide. "All of your cases fill a binder like this?" he asked.
"It's the family file," Destry said. "Even extended family has been included, if we can get them to donate, that is. Some of Joe's in-laws aren't that willing. They can be asses."