"Good idea." She'd mentioned her friend might have some welding gear. At least a 220 rig from what I'd seen so far. Hopefully he'd left it laying around. Gave the door a good hit with my shoulder and watched the hinges. Huh.
"Hold on." Stepped into the cage, closing the door with the solid click of metal meeting metal. "Let's see." Aimed the heel of my boot just above the hinge and hit it with everything I had. The whole cage shook but it held. Might be a little dented, but it held. "I can put some plates over the hinges. Just in case I get to gnawing on 'em."
Waited for her to open the door, swallowing the last of my whiskey. "You'd think. For all I know you like to suffer and take long boring car rides through Utah with werewolves." Faith? I laughed at that, a little bitterness rising in my throat. Yeah, faith hadn't helped me when I met Winchester had it? "Nevermind. Let's go check out the barn."