WHO: Sam Winchester, Ruby, any and all who want to take part in the meeting. WHAT: Demonology 101. WHEN: Afternoon. WHERE: A warehouse; downtown. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress.
This was probably a very stupid idea. Setting Ruby up to be some example for a bunch of people who had no idea as to how to properly fend themselves against anything of actual demonic nature was not, as far as he could tell, an intelligent thing to do. Not when it involved mixing Ruby up with actual people, devils traps, and rock salt lines. He could picture the glares from her already, especially if someone got stupid and made things even more difficult than Sam already predicted they were going to become.
The meeting had been situated within an old warehouse. It was still in use, as far as Sam could tell, but it had not been entered in a long while. Forgotten, neglected; whatever it was, it didn't seem likely that anyone would be invading the territory anytime soon. Sam picked the locks, set his stuff up inside, and leaned back against the exterior of the building with his arms folded over his chest, eyes looking out across the ragged parking lot.
He had given them all directions. Now it was merely a matter of whether or not anyone actually would choose to show for the meeting. He certainly hoped that they would, for the sake of their safeties, but Sam wasn't going to force it on anyone. The only person he truly expected to show was Ruby. Everyone else? They were on their own. It was their decision.
A hand rose to the back of his head, ruffling his hair up messily as Sam pushed from the wall and retreated back into the building. Double check on the rock salt containers, make sure he had the right chalk. Preparation was important.
It was weird. Sam found that he was almost actually nervous about all of this. Group demonstrations. And he wasn't even the one being put on display. Huh.