Chapter 6:
"Hey Bones! You gotta check this out!"
Brennan glanced over to where Booth was standing and got up, Sam along with her. They walked over to the trunk of the Impala and Brennan's eyes widened.
"That is…an extensive collection of weaponry," she stated, her eyes scanning over everything.
"Man, what don't you have in here?" Booth asked, eyes wide with excitement.
"Different evil requires different weapons," Dean replied with a shrug, taking out a box of blood-soaked bullets.
"Whoa, is this a Marine Corp. Ka-bar knife?" Booth asked.
"Yea," Dean murmured vaguely.
"May I?" Brennan asked, motioning to the trunk.
"Don't hurt yourself," Dean told her, reloading his gun.
"She's better with a gun than you'd think," Booth said. "Geez, a Heckler & Koch G3A3ZF sniper rifle?" he exclaimed.
"For the big parties," Dean replied.
Brennan picked up a bag of salt and looked inside before glancing to Sam. "Salt?" she asked.
"Can be used to repel spirits and demons," he replied. "We pack rock salt into our shotguns when we're up against some malevolent spirits."
"Fascinating," she murmured, taking a pinch in her fingers. "I'm aware that salt is considered to be a very auspicious substance in Hindu mythology, and is used in particular religious ceremonies like house-warming and weddings. It's customary for Catholics to use it in holy water rites, the Japanese use it for purification. Spilling salt is considered bad luck and it is customary to throw some over your shoulder after doing so. But salt as an actual weapon, to be used as ammunition in a shotgun…."
Sam and Dean stared at her as Booth continued to rifle through the trunk like a kid in a candy shop. "Did you and Sam just…switch bodies or something?" Dean asked, blinking at her.
"Excuse me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
"You sound like Sam with all that mythology stuff," Dean told her. "He's my handy encyclopedia of weirdness."
"Yea, she's always spouting stuff like that," Booth said. "I don't know where she gets it."
"You have quite a collection of herbs as well," Brennan said, examining the plastic bags. "Angelica root…basil…sage…ginseng…."
"She'd make quite the hunter," Dean said with a grin.
"Yea, no kidding," Sam said with a laugh of disbelief.
"Okay, we're locked and loaded," Dean said. "Booth." He handed him the gun. "This'll take down vampires now."
Booth took it, narrowing his eyes, and examined it. "What'd you do it?"
"To the gun? Nothing. I loaded it with bullets coated with dead man's blood."
Booth nodded slowly, putting the gun in his holster. "Alright. Bones, you got a weapon?"
"I got one for her," Dean said, handing her a gun.
"Thank you," Brennan said, putting the gun in the folds of her jacket.
"Sam, you set?"
"I'm good."
"Let's motor," Dean said, closing the trunk. "Or rather…start walking."