A.N. I don't own Supernatural or So Weird.
Bobby had to give the girl credit for being a hard worker and a quick study. She had carefully handled each and every one of his firearms, learned how to take them apart, cleaned them and put them back together as instructed. Took around three days in total-a few she'd had to look up cause he had modified them. She did it though.
Feeling eyes on her, Fi glanced up at him from the couch, a pizza box in her lap. "I have an extra slice if you want it?"
"Just finish up. We're gonna go hunting when you get done." The older man walked to the table and got what he needed for their trip.
Practically inhaling her food, Fi was by his side in only a few moments. "What are we hunting?"
"You'll find out. Now come on." He turned towards the door, pausing with his hand on the knob.
Bouncing to her feet, Fi looked at the table of weapons and grabbed a few. "Anything specific I should keep in mind?"
"No, you should pick what you think is a good idea in general. Researching what you're seeing is essential, but sometimes it's luxury. You need to know what you should have for anything." Bobby continued out to his truck.
Taking the advice to heart, Fi took out her notebook and consulted it to determine what was best. She eyed her bag and bit her lip, knowing she shouldn't weigh herself down. So efficiency was key.