"That's usually the preferred method." Owen admits, tucking his necklace back into his shirt. "I haven't really had the time to get it branded on myself, yet. I've been meaning to." Owen's not really sure why he hasn't gotten around to it, yet. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he used to be dead. And when his body was healed, even his scars were removed. He made a mental note to talk to Jo about it, and get one.
"Probably a good idea if Meg's got you targeted. Also, believe it or not, salting your doors and windows will prevent her from getting in here. She doesn't have to walk through a door. Demons can teleport. But if all the openings are blocked, she can't get through. Don't know why, but demons can't cross salt, or iron." Owen said, shrugging.
"If you want to know more, I'd talk to some of the local hunters. Both of you. There are people who specialize in this sort of thing. The Winchester boys. John met Sam." Owen said, suddenly pushing himself off the wall.
"Almost forgot, John. Your pain meds. I filled them for you." He said, reaching for his bag and unzipping it before pulling out a small orange bottle.
"Tylenol with Codine. Not addictive. Just in case you get the urge to try." Owen said, glancing at Sherlock. "I almost didn't want to give him anything, but given how many bones he broke, the pain would be almost unbearable."
John glanced at Sherlock for a moment before taking the pills and thanking Owen. "I'll keep an eye on him." John admitted, pocketing the pills.