"It's obviously not cool, dude, that's why we're taking care of it." Dean was busy checking all the guns to make sure they were loaded with rock salt. He knew off of the top of his head what was in his duffel, and since that was always on his person - and none of his grown kids would ever fuck with the contents - that didn't need to be given a once over.
Pulling out his sawed off, he grinned at Teague, chuckling at the camera. "It's actually to see if we can pick up any activity, my kids have been bugging me to get with the times or some crap. I don't see what it can pick up that my EMF can't, but hey, I'll humor them. And hell no, we're not Scooby Douche and his gang. Though if we were, you're Shaggy, and I'm the dude humping Daphne. I don't do cravats."