❝ 𝑅𝑂𝑌𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾𝐸𝐷.

“I really, really didn’t need to know that, thanks.” Dean rolls his eyes when he isn’t looking at her.

“No, I want you to know how t’ defend yourself the right way. See, the wrong way would be swingin’ a fryin’ pan. That’s what pansies do. Hunters? We keep one o’ these under our pillows.” He takes out the gun that was attached to his hip and shows it off for her to see and then puts it back. “We don’t have time to have a little tea party, we gotta get down t’ business. We’re wastin’ daylight, c'mon.”

“Why can’t I just buy a taser? Might not kill a demon, but it’ll get them off my back long enough to call you.” Violet pauses, and realizes hot dependent that is -- she sighs, “okay, fine. So teach me to shoot. To fight. But I am not keeping a gun under my pillow! I use my bed too much.” Violet runs a hand through her hair, and gives Dean a look. “ -- I still don’t see why we can’t take five minutes to pick up a breakfast. Can’t we eat on the way to -- wherever the hell we’re going?”