They started the drive to Manitoba the next day. After going through every weapon in their trunk, Sophie picked a baseball bat. The noise and flash of a firearm could be a seizure trigger, and a knife felt like it let people get far too close. The logic was there, not surprisingly.
They drove twelve hours each day and slept in the car each night. Three more reports had come in since they left Quebec, and Dean didn't want to waste any time. Any free moment was spent trying to get Sophie confident with the bat. She was strong, and used to using a rolling pin, so she took to it quickly.
"I did judo," she said as they wrapped up her first training session, "before."
"Throws right?" Dean asked.
Sophie nodded.
"You any good?"
"Brown belt," Sophie shrugged and placed the worn Louisville Slugger in the backseat.
"Well it's been fun to watch you learn," Dean said, chuckling, "We'll practice again tomorrow morning."
"Why are you laughing?" Sophie deadpanned.
"Have you always worn dresses?" Dean asked.
"Unless I was in the field for meteorology or in my commercial kitchen as a baker, yeah. You don't like my clothes?"
It almost sounded like a challenge.
"No," Dean took her shoulders and pressed his forehead against hers, "I love your clothes. That skirt is a particular favorite. But there is a fantastic comedic effect of this tiny woman in a dress beating the tar out of a tree with a baseball bat."
"I'm glad I can provide comic relief," Sophie smiled and kissed him, "Now time for sleep?"
Dean glanced at his watch. It was after midnight, they had to fill up the car and he wanted to be on the road by eight. It was significantly past time for sleep.
"Definitely time for sleep," he agreed, climbing into the back seat.