Dean nodded and set the paper down. He wasn't angry with Sherlock for long. He stared when he saw all the hunter items Sherlock had collected and grinned. "Nice job." He patted Sherlock on the shoulder and looked over the items. Hunting and Dean were something a lot of different people couldn't move on. Lucky for you Sherlock, he can't move on from you either.

He moved a hand over one of the guns and smiled. "This one is like my favorite gun I have in the back of baby." he pointed out glancing over his shoulder at Sherlock. "So...we probably should take a bit of everything." he said going over to his bag and got his father's book out beginning to look in it for deaths similar. Water...water. "Might be a water imp." He pondered allowed.