Sam moves fast, instinctively stepping in front of Bobby and putting himself between the older man and the furious demon.
"I want the Colt, Sam." She's advancing as they retreat, one slow step at a time. "The real Colt. Right now."
Sam grimaces a little, but he doesn't let his glance waver from her. He's afraid of what it might show if he does.
"We don’t have it on us. We buried it."
Meg glares at him. "Didn’t I say 'no more crap'? I swear – after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I have to tell you, I’m a little underwhelmed."
Another step, and then another, as she snarls, "First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn’t find you?"
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Sam moves fast, instinctively stepping in front of Bobby and putting himself between the older man and the furious demon.
"I want the Colt, Sam." She's advancing as they retreat, one slow step at a time. "The real Colt. Right now."
Sam grimaces a little, but he doesn't let his glance waver from her. He's afraid of what it might show if he does.
"We don’t have it on us. We buried it."
Meg glares at him. "Didn’t I say 'no more crap'? I swear – after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I have to tell you, I’m a little underwhelmed."
Another step, and then another, as she snarls, "First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn’t find you?"