"Tell me about it. Though I was usually the one that snuck out. No reason to bring them back to the hotels so they can have a calling card." Especially when he'd be gone the next day. Or week.
"Good to know. I didn't like the idea of having my boys nuked anyway. And messing with Baby like that just seems dirty." He trailed his fingers over the shiny black paint job lovingly.
"Yeah, but this is all for Supes. Not that your weaponry can't take a few of them out, but everything in here has a purpose. Something to kill, or banish, or keep out." He tugged out a iron ax. "Totally killed a pagan God disguised as Paris Hilton with this baby." He pointed to the salt, "This will keep out just about anything evil, if it's spirit based, like ghosts, hellhounds and demons." He pointed out the big bottle of holy water. "This will make a lower level demon hightail it out of the possessed body, and it also makes it real easy to tell who's possessed and who's not no matter what level demon they are." A little grin played over his lips as he hauled out the box with The Colt inside. "This here, will kill everything but angels." Opening the lid he exposed The Colt. "Made by Samuel Colt himself. The only downside is the ammo is limited, and it isn't easy to make." He knew Damn Straight that Rhodey would be envious. And would probably confiscate every last one.
That actually surprised Dean a little bit. He must have not read that comic. "Oh yeah? Who?" Maybe he knew her. Maybe not. Dean was definitely curious.