Finally, I was dressed. I wore my jeans that I had sewn padding into, I had found the padding was quite useful, a long sleeved black shirt, and thin black gloves. I threw clothes, angels blades, and demon blades into a duffel bag along with several books on supernatural beings, mostly angels and demons. I head downstairs and drop my duffel bag. Sam is still standing by the door. Cas and Dean must've went outside.
"I just need to get a few more things and I'll be all set." I say to Sam.
"Take your time." Sam says.
I smile and head to my basement. It's plain, gray walls with a few posters hunters had left behind. Cots line the walls with night stands in between. At the end of the room is a locked steel door labeled with a sign reading: KEEP OUT. Childish, but it worked. I take the key from my pocket and unlock the door. Dust particles float in the air, revealed by the small stream of light from a small window.
There are benches lining the wall, and one chest. I walk over to it and run my hand over the smooth mahogany wood. I use the key, made for both locks, to unlock the gold padlock. Upon opening the chest I find a old memorabilia. A leather bound book, weathered after a few years of use. A revolving pistol with a few salt rounds. A silver locket that's rusting, another book, this one a sketch book, and a small back pack.
I grab all the items, opening the backpack. Inside are sneakers, a flannel shirt, a multi use pocket knife, cigars, and an old photo. I take out the photo, placing it in the sketchbook for later, before packing the other objects into the old backpack. I shoulder it on and head upstairs, locking the door behind me. Sam is still there when I come back up.
"Ready?" Sam asks, opening the door.
"Just one more thing." I say before hurrying to the kitchen.
I find a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling down Closed Until Further Notice. I hurry back and head out with Sam, hanging up my sign. "Oh wait! My duffel bag!" I stop.
"It's okay I have it." Sam laughs and shows me the duffel bag in his hand.
"Oh, I didn't realize." I smile.
Sam opens the back door for me and I sit down, taking my duffel bag. While setting it down, I realize there's another pair of feet. I look up. "Cas?" I ask, casting Dean a puzzled look.
Sam shuts the door and Dean explains, "Sometimes he rides with us. You got everything?"
I nod. "If we need anymore information or supplies Cas could always zap us to the porch."
"You have many angel wards and devil traps." Cas observes.
"I guess I'm kind of paranoid after my run in with a demon and an angel. They weren't to kind." I shrug, smiling sheepishly.
"Well, we're off." Dean cuts in, revving the impalas engine and pulling out.