AN: Sorry, some made a Large good point
Disc: I Own None of this characters
“A shotgun? You’re going to use a shotgun to kill the big bad?”
Dean was going to kill her. “Yes a shotgun, like you’re going to hurt him with that sword?”
“I’ve so killed more demons with a sword then you have with a shotgun.”
“Oh please!” Cordelia rolled her eyes.
“Ah guys,” Sam tried to interrupt seeing the demon in the distance.
“You’ve probably cut yourself with that thing then any demons.” Dean almost shouted.
“Yeah because guns are always the solution for men.” The former May Queen snorted.
“Woman I swear-”
“Guys!” Sam shouted running towards the two.
“Son of a bitch!” The demon moved so fast, he’s only shot once before being smacked, the force sending him into Cordelia.
Sam began shooting until the demon fell, landing right on Cordelia’s sword.
“See the gun killed the demon, not your sword.” Dean smirked but held out his hand to help her up.
She took his hand. “You don’t know that. My sword-”
“Pish! Sword nothing. Guns win!”
“Whatever, anything pointy is better then some stupid gun.”
Sam rolled his eyes. He knew this could go on for hours. Once back to Impala he got out his ear plugs and got comfortable in the back seat. Unlike his brother and Cordelia, he couldn’t argue for hours without sleep.
“Why are we even in Cleveland?” Dean asked started his baby up.
“For the like millionth time, we’re seeing some old friends of mine. You’ll like them, at least Faith, if not-”
“You’ll just have to keep driving to see, now won’t you?” Cordelia smiled.