WHO: Sam, Dean, and Ruby. WHAT: Alastair hunting! WHEN: Evening. WHERE: Salt Lake City, Utah. RATING: PG-13. STATUS: In progress.
Rifling through the trunk of the Impala, Sam hiked up a shotgun and turned it to the side. Very quickly, Sam popped it open and checked for ammunition. Unloaded. That wouldn't do it all. "So what's the plan?" He asked, dragging a few rock salt rounds up from their ammunition box. "We gonna kick our way in there or go at it stealthy?" Stealth was rare for him lately. When he and Ruby hunted together, they just threw themselves straight on into the fray. The way he was raised, it was usually an entirely different technique. Getting the jump on the enemy, catching them off guard. That was a fine way to go about it and all, but when one was as confident as he was getting about his abilities it became a lot easier to just walk in and take what he wanted. Sam couldn't do that here. Not with Dean around. Certainly not with Alastair as the target. He was big time and Sam didn't want to risk screwing up, even with his powers at an all time high. They'd go about this cautiously. At least that was what he had figured, knowing that Dean was there with them this time.
Once the rounds were loaded into the gun, Sam shouldered the weapon and turned to face Dean and Ruby. This, he realized, was going to be interesting. Of all the people that he could have gotten stuck with for a mission as serious as this, it had to be these two. If they actually got through the front door without the two of them having some sort of ridiculous argument, Sam would be completely shocked.
"We need to work as a team here," Sam said seriously, looking between them, "forget your issues and tackle this thing together." Sam shot Dean a warning look. "Just for tonight. We've gotta take care of Alastair, man."
Alastair. The tip they got was pretty simple. They found the location and now they were parked down the street, just out of the way enough to keep themselves from being seen from the building that they were due to infiltrate. Once they got inside, they'd take Alastair down. Or they'd attempt to, at least. Honestly, Sam wished that Dean hadn't decided to come along. It'd be a lot easier for him to do this if he wasn't so worried about his brother getting hurt. Again. Alastair was, after all, the son of a bitch who had tortured his brother in Hell. Sam wanted a piece of him. In fact, by the time he was finished, Sam intended on making sure that there were several pieces. Alastair would wish he'd never laid eyes on his brother.