Dean flicked a glance at Ron when he didn't stop him, but it didn't look like he was being sarcastic. Shit, he was really beginning to like the guy, and this wasn't just 'cause he'd pretty much saved his life, either. Normal civvies, they always demanded answers like "why", "who're you" and "where'd that gun come from" but Ron? Ron was a good guy. He didn't badger him with stupid questions or insist he absolutely had to come, like he'd be any more a pro at this compared to someone who routinely hunted this crap for a living. As civvies went, he was actually pretty cool. Dean gathered up the things he thought he'd need; flashlight, bowie knife, the soaked map, taking extra care to handle them all because of his crap state. He looked up when Ron admitted he didn't use knives.
"Knives are real simple. Sharp end goes in whatever you're stabbing...not that it's even got one, but you get the picture," he said, but grinned - it was tired, but still an honest grin - to show he wasn't totally dicking around with Ron. "Can't imagine it's got as much of a point as the bowie, but you stab it hard enough and you could probably make whatever's out there think twice - go for the soft spots like the eyes if we get attacked and then let me handle it. But if everything goes well, you won't even have to use it."
It was a pretty shitty weapon, sizing it up. But it was either that or tell him to use the flashlight and while the torches here had some bulk, you didn't want to go wasting it braining someone - or something - unless you had no other options at all and risking your light was the least of your problems at that point. Dean didn't think he'd be able to hold his own very long, but if they kept quiet and moved quickly, hopefully that shouldn't be a problem. If something did come up, they'd have to tag team. Dean wasn't much used to tag-teams, not unless you counted all the hunts with Dad and Sammy - the few times he'd teamed up with other hunters, it'd been just a job at best and Gordon Walker at the worst. Bobby was pretty much the only other hunter he could trust not to go stabbing him in the back or gunning for Sam. Dean still didn't know if Ron had any training at all, but he'd just have to assume he didn't - what he did have was just as valuable, though, because keeping a cool head and taking it in a stride like a badass was just as important as knowing how to break down a crossbow or where, exactly, you had to aim when you wanted to decapitate a vampire.
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"Knives are real simple. Sharp end goes in whatever you're stabbing...not that it's even got one, but you get the picture," he said, but grinned - it was tired, but still an honest grin - to show he wasn't totally dicking around with Ron. "Can't imagine it's got as much of a point as the bowie, but you stab it hard enough and you could probably make whatever's out there think twice - go for the soft spots like the eyes if we get attacked and then let me handle it. But if everything goes well, you won't even have to use it."
It was a pretty shitty weapon, sizing it up. But it was either that or tell him to use the flashlight and while the torches here had some bulk, you didn't want to go wasting it braining someone - or something - unless you had no other options at all and risking your light was the least of your problems at that point. Dean didn't think he'd be able to hold his own very long, but if they kept quiet and moved quickly, hopefully that shouldn't be a problem. If something did come up, they'd have to tag team. Dean wasn't much used to tag-teams, not unless you counted all the hunts with Dad and Sammy - the few times he'd teamed up with other hunters, it'd been just a job at best and Gordon Walker at the worst. Bobby was pretty much the only other hunter he could trust not to go stabbing him in the back or gunning for Sam. Dean still didn't know if Ron had any training at all, but he'd just have to assume he didn't - what he did have was just as valuable, though, because keeping a cool head and taking it in a stride like a badass was just as important as knowing how to break down a crossbow or where, exactly, you had to aim when you wanted to decapitate a vampire.