Guns, knives, holy water, iron. Just a few tools of the trade, tools that every Hunter needed to know, and needed to know well. Dean was not the best teacher, not one bit. Dealing with a novice, in any form, was sure to set of Dean's lack of understanding and empathy. How could someone not know how to load a gun in the blink of an eye? Frustrating to say the least.

"Grab the sawed off." Dean says, motioning towards the shotgun in the corner of the trunk, "And yes, princess, we have enough."