"I don't know," Sam muttered, moving back to the drivers side of the car. He peered off at his brother and shifted the bag of various weaponry up high onto his shoulder. He probably shouldn't have thought too much into bringing so much stuff with him that would weigh him down in the fight of it all, but Sam wanted to be prepared. Having all of this stuff on him was certainly the best way to do as much.
"But they better haul some ass soon," he told him, leaning against the side of the Impala. "Lilith knows we're closing in on her. She has to. She won't keep them alive for much longer."