Sam closed the binder. "I think we've read enough," he said, looking just a little queasy.

"Hey, you're a hunter! Man up!" Dean said.

"Dean, we just read..." Sam paused and looked around to make sure no one else was in the room. "Destry's case. We just learned what happened to her when she tried to go out on a hunt on her own when she was Odessa's age. Odessa and Willow were lucky something like that didn't happen to them."

"You think I don't know that?" Dean asked, getting up from his seat. "That's exactly why we've gotta help with this hunt. The more hunters, the better."

"Dean, Destry's not just looking to stop monsters, she's trying to get revenge against one that's dead already!"

Dean shrugged. "Doesn't matter. We're here to gank a monster, Sammy. And we're going to gank a monster."

Joe entered the room. "So, you boys still want in?" he asked.

"Hell, yes," Dean said.

Destry came in for a moment. "The little boys in or out?" she asked.

"They're in," Joe said. "And they're hardly little boys."

"They're still boys. I'm about to go and talk to area families, so, if these little boys want in on that part, they better not say they're FBI. We're talking to Gypsy families," she explained.

"I think she hates us," Sam whispered to Dean as they left the motel.

"Nah, she loves us. She just doesn't know it yet," Dean said. "Man up, Sammy."


"So, all these people believe they know who the monster is?" Sam asked. "They're all acting like they're right."

Destry gave Sam an annoyed look. "They could all be right. It wouldn't be the first nest we encountered. I'm sure it won't be the last. Now, put on your big boy panties and boil the oil for me."

Sam gave her his own annoyed look. "Why don't you like me?"

She looked at him as she plunked several jugs of oil on the counter. "You tried to tell my sisters I'm alive, even though I've made it clear I'm not ready. I probably never will be."

"Alura told me that Frankie and Genesis are hunters now. Don't you think they'll find out one day? You know, two of your other sisters?"

Destry gave him a hard glare. "They already did. Obviously, they chose not to say anything. See, while I won't kick their asses if they told someone, I would definitely kick your... tall little ass!"

"Tall little ass?" Sam mumbled to himself as he poured oil into a giant pot.