Dean followed behind Sam as they made there way to building 11. He was going over everything in his head, Dad's Journal a heavy weight in the inside pocket of his trademark leather jacket. Exorcisms were pretty much straight-foreward for the pair of hunters, this would be the- what? 31st? Exorcism they've performed. Something like that, Dean was very good with keeping track of them. He just knew what to do, and he did it well.
As he and his brother made their way up to room 302, Dean pulled his gun out from underneath his jacket. He released the magazine, checked it, and reloaded the beretta. He flicked the safety off and cocked the weapon, ready for whatever might be there when they enter the room. Sure, it wasn't salt rocks, so it wouldn't do very much against spirits, but it could prove useful for a demon, and it just made him feel better about the whole situation.
The Winchesters stopped once they had reached their destination, and Dean stood watch while Sam checked to make sure that everything was ready. He flashed a smirk to Sam at his little brother's advice, "Aren't I always?" He clicked his tongue and glance down the hallway before reaching one hand into his coat and pulled out the journal. He passed it over to Sam with a quick, "Here. You know what to do." Dean then moved into a position to easily enter the room at Sam's mark that he was ready.
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As he and his brother made their way up to room 302, Dean pulled his gun out from underneath his jacket. He released the magazine, checked it, and reloaded the beretta. He flicked the safety off and cocked the weapon, ready for whatever might be there when they enter the room. Sure, it wasn't salt rocks, so it wouldn't do very much against spirits, but it could prove useful for a demon, and it just made him feel better about the whole situation.
The Winchesters stopped once they had reached their destination, and Dean stood watch while Sam checked to make sure that everything was ready. He flashed a smirk to Sam at his little brother's advice, "Aren't I always?" He clicked his tongue and glance down the hallway before reaching one hand into his coat and pulled out the journal. He passed it over to Sam with a quick, "Here. You know what to do." Dean then moved into a position to easily enter the room at Sam's mark that he was ready.