The Plan – Everyone who responded to the call for help
Dean ambled up, laden down with a big heavy black bag, that was practically bursting at the seams. "Sorry I'm late, I had to make sure I got everything I had. So anyone who doesn't have a weapon that's specifically for demons, please step toward me and get one. Most of these I will want back, and don't think you'll get away with keeping them because I know where you all live. I'll come collect like a loanshark's goon." The duffle was dropped on the ground with a loud clatter.
He bent down and unzipped it exposing many blades a little longer than dagger length, each one triplesided. "Now there's no guarantee that these will work. They work in my world, but this isn't my world." He glanced toward Loki. Had he been able to test the Demon Blade and Jawbone knife? That would be his answer if these worked or not. "Now the guns have bullets that wont put the demons down, but they have demon traps carved into them, and there's holy water inside. Even if they do work here they'll only keep the demons in one spot for so long. Long enough for you to run away. And no one will call you out on running away, you run away, you live. You fight another day." He tucked his own gun in the waistband of his pants. "Any questions?"