"Oh yeah!" Dean said as he excitedly clapped his hands together.

Lynn giggled as they entered the weapons store. It was like watching a kid run into an arcade, ready to play all the games to win all the prizes. Dean truly was giddy. He strode inside with a wide, enthusiastic smile and turned to Lynn with his hands outstretched.

"Now this is what I'm talkin' about!" He reached out for her hand and led Lynn into the many aisles of weaponry. "We got our firearms and knives and bows and everything else you could need."

"You're adorable."

"Oh I know," Dean chuckled as he surveyed all the knives displayed in a long row of glass cases. "Alright! What's on the list?"

Lynn turned to Sam, who was standing next to her with an expression of perfectly blended amusement and exasperation. He pulled out the list and read, "Machete, silver knife, iron knife, axe, pistol crossbow, shotgun, revolver, and taser."

Dean laughed as he continued down the aisle, examining every blade. "This is gonna be awesome."

"I get a say in this right?" Lynn teasingly asked.

Dean waved her off and replied, "Yeah. Sure."

She glanced up at Sam and whispered, "I think that means no."

"Ha! Definitely."

They had gone magic shopping for a few hours before finally arriving at this hunter's nirvana. Lynn needed to remake her lotion, especially since it didn't just heal the burn, it faded the scarring. She hoped that after a few more weeks, it'd barely be visible anymore – if not completely gone. Lynn also needed to make more Bind and Purge hex bags in case Brady or Azazel, or any other demon attacked.

Lynn converted her newest backpack into a supernatural spice bag. Dean immediately called it her Witchpack and earned an eyeroll from Lynn. Sam called it her traveling apothecary, which Lynn much preferred, but in truth, they were both right. Lynn didn't know what she might need or when, so she basically got everything. It took longer than the boys wanted, and once Lynn caught Dean twisting off the caps of jars clearly labeled, 'Do Not Open,' she knew it was time to go.

Dean drove them to the biggest and apparently best kept hunters' secret weapons depot in the middle-of-nowhere. It carried everything from military grade automatics to one-of-a-kind handcrafted blades. Lynn was very overwhelmed, but Dean felt right at home.

"So, since we're apparently starting with knives," chuckled Sam as he watched Dean reach the end of the aisle and start back down on the other side. "When did you learn to use karambits?"

"Oh, um…" Lynn thought for a moment. I loved Maze's knives on 'Lucifer', so I bought replicas and taught myself over the last four years. "I just – I love how they spin, so I taught myself how to do it."

Sam couldn't help but smile and laugh with her. "You have interesting hobbies for someone who's not a hunter."

Lynn playfully shrugged. "Some group homes did camp stuff like archery, axe throwing and paintball wars, so it just took off from there."

"Makes sense. What else did you do at camp?"

Lynn slowed her steps as the few good memories of her childhood played in her mind. Sam stopped in front of her and listened as she answered, "Scavenger hunts, obstacle courses, campfire challenges… Hiking, kayaking, rock climbing, ziplining… Flashlight catch-the-flag. All the best stuff, I guess."

She blinked up at him and felt heat rush to her cheeks at how thoughtfully Sam was looking at her. "It was only a handful of times, but it made all the difference."

Sam nodded and said, "You know, it's almost like how Dad trained us. Only a lot more fun."

"I'm surprised he never sent you away to camps like that. You'd be safe for a summer and get to have fun while apparently still learning important skills."

Sam cocked his head and mused, "Yeah. That, uh, that would've been something."

"Got it!" Dean exclaimed. "Hey, com'ere!" Lynn and Sam walked over and looked to where Dean was pointing through the glass. "Silver bayonet."

Lynn peered closer and read the tag. "12-inch Silver Tactical Survival Fixed Blade Bayonet Knife." She twisted her neck to say to Dean, "Are you sure that's enough wordage? I mean, we could probably find one with a few more descriptors –"

"Hey Smartass, this is the perfect one for you!" Dean glared in reply. "The blade is narrower than the ones we have, and the comfort grip will help you with the weight since it's three times the size of your little curved knives."

Lynn clenched her jaw to keep from giggling and said, "Mmhmm. You're right. But, I mean, they still could've fit 'Military' and 'Combat' on the label…" She trailed off when Dean leered at her again.

Sam let loose his infectious laugh and his older brother shoved him in the chest. "Do you like it or not?" growled Dean.

"Yes!" Lynn assured and hooked her arms in his. "I'm just playing with you, promise. I really do like the knife." She gave it a serious glance and finished, "It's not big enough to be bulky hanging from my hip and seems like it'll be smooth wielding."

Dean gazed down to meet her eyes and his own softened at her smile as she said, "Thank you. It's perfect."

"Good! Now you need an iron one."


They spent twice as long choosing weapons than any shopping Lynn had done since arriving in Supernatural. It was also the most fun shopping she had done because both Winchesters brothers were beyond wonderful. Dean went down each aisle, going over each weapon to find the best one for Lynn, while Sam – precious Sammy – followed behind as he pushed the flatbed with everything they collected.

He even found the perfect revolver for her. It was a Smith & Wesson 442 Airweight with beautiful engravings on the frame, cylinder, and wooden grip. Lynn also liked that it could be concealed in her bag, or the inside pocket of her utility jackets, or even inside her boots! Dean found the rest… and there was a lot of 'rest.'

There was a handmade iron knife, M48 tactical tomahawk axe, and a 25-inch Surv!vor machete to finish off the blades. Not to mention the pump action, 870 magnum, Remington shotgun and taser pulse pistol with several pulse cartridges. Weapons aside, Lynn grabbed a lockpicking kit, holy water flask, and a black lighter with the text, "A Lady is Always Prepared." She also picked up two of the most packed first aid kits available. Last thing was the pistol crossbow, and Lynn was determined to choose it herself.

"And I thought you took a long time down the aisles," muttered Sam to Dean as they watched Lynn study every crossbow.

"Right?" Dean emphatically agreed under his breath. "She must've looked at each of 'em three times by now."

Without turning her head, Lynn responded, "How many things did you pick out for my arsenal?"

Dean frowned, smacking his lips before looking to Sam for help, but his brother shook his head as a nervous laugh escaped him. Facing Lynn again, he stammered, "Uh… Well…"

"All but one, which Sam picked out." She twisted her neck to playfully glare at them. "And this is my thing. So, I'll take as long as I want in choosing my crossbow."

They nodded and shifted in their stances. Lynn continued to glance at them out of the corner of her eye until Sam asked, "It's just – uh – do you think we could, um –"

"See what I'm looking at?" Dean finished for him.

Lynn laughed in reply, "Of course! You guys chose to wait over there, I didn't banish you."

Dean excitedly came over with Sam walking to the other side of Lynn. She brought the crossbow closer for them to examine with her and said, "I really like this one."

"80lbs draw pistol crossbow," mused Dean as he picked it up.

"Nice forearm grip," said Sam. "And of course, it's green."

At his smirk, Lynn corrected, "Hunter green."

They chuckled and Lynn watched as they kept inspecting it. The brothers seemed to approve it of it, but Lynn just had to tease, "Is no one gonna say that it's self cocking?"

Dean's eyes went wide, and Sam coughed out a laugh. Lynn truly loved watching them squirm. "So, you guys approve?"

"Yeah, it's a great crossbow," replied Sam, his laugh still lacing his voice. "Perfect for you."

"Yup. Sold. Put it on the cart."


Lynn stood over the open trunk and grinned at the now completely full duffle that Sam and Dean gifted to her weeks ago. She had so many new weapons that her bow case couldn't fit inside anymore. Dean was very proud of the fact, but it was Sam making sure that her duffle lined up with theirs that made Lynn's grin linger.

There was nothing left she needed. On top of her weapons duffle bag, her live-in bag still had everything she needed from her old life, her charcoal duffle was now full of clothes and basic necessities, and her new backpack was transformed into a magic arsenal. Lynn felt like she had more ammo than she could carry, Sam remembered to get her a new cellphone (a RAZR V3!) and Dean offered to make her an EMF meter. There was nothing left she needed!

There was nothing left she needed.

Lynn remained frozen by the trunk. She was a true hunter now. She was really part of the family business with Sam and Dean!

The loud, unmistakable squeak of the doors brought her eyes to the Winchesters. They looked at her a bit confused as Sam asked, "You ok?"

When she nodded, Dean said, "Then come on! We're losing daylight."

Sam and Dean got back in the Impala, and Lynn shut the trunk with an elated smile.