#dadsknifefatherspride

Her hands danced towards the moonlight, wondering how the moon did not stay far long than a few hours. A shame for it to only come about every month, never more than two or three evenings. However, beneath the moonlight, she removed the life of the man who gasped at the moon. Let the moon caress his bloodied features as her clenched hand struck at his jaw, fracturing the bone, his nose to break it entirely as blood poured down his features. She struck and struck, laughing falling from her lips. However, she silenced her laughter at the presence of another upon this path. "Best never to wander out here for you never are aware of who is out and about."

Why not?

He nodded, crossing his arms, "Yeah, I know Jed. Now, ya' gonna tell me what went down and why you tossed these at me when I walked in?"

He nodded, "Did you have to shoot someone while I was gone? Did somethin' come after you?" he asked, voice deep with emotion as he stepped closer to Jed.

"Wait," he began, putting the box down, "What'd you have to do? Shoot someone with one'a these? ... you did shoot a demon or something, right?"

Dean cocked a brow, looking down at them as he tilted the box within his hand, "What are they, then?" he questioned, bringing his gaze back up to Jed.

"Then let's do that. I like that idea."