Aeon half-shook her head, half-smirked. "Knew it," she said, more to herself than to Dean or Anita.
The guy behind the counter turned around, giving his attention to Dean and raising both eyebrows at the laundry list of ammunition he rattled off. "You want a kitchen sink with that?" the guy asked.
"Nah," Aeon answered. "Just silver bullets for the other gun. Like I mentioned before." "Which other gun?" Aeon smirked and slid her hand down her thigh in response, where the other one was holstered. The clerk made a little laughing noise, and his eyes went a little wider, but turned around again and then went through a door in the back to round up the stuff.
"Someone I don't want to shoot. For once," Aeon said, smiling slightly at Anita.