Title: Weapons Dealer
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, JD
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Where do the boys get all those wonderful toys?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: I believe some slight swearing and maybe a little mild brother whumping and harassment.
Spoilers: Not really spoilers per se. I just started watching the show.
Disclaimer: *sigh* Nope I didn't win them in the lottery so only JD and her family belong to me.
Author's Note: So I got sucked into Supernatural by a few friends recently and have been watching it...like obsessively for the last week and a half. I've seen all of Season One and the first five episodes of Season Two. And I got to wondering where the boys got all their cool toys. So this was my answer... And someone who read it asked me how old the boys are...well as I said I've seen Season One and the beginning of Season Two...so figure this is somewhere in Season Two.

Part One



Shelves lined the concrete walls; reaching all the way up to the ceiling—which was at least eight feet up. Each shelf was labeled and clearly organized, almost obsessively so. Dean walked over and scanned the section nearest to him, his eyes widening as he realized the shelf held fifteen Uzis. “Where do you get your supplies?” he questioned.

“Do you really want an answer to that? Or do you just want some new toys?” JD responded.

Dean considered it for about thirty seconds. “New toys,” he replied with a grin.

“All righty, so…” JD began to lay things out on the table, making individual piles of what Dean had listed. He noted that even her piles were neatly organized. “You want the shells already prepped or you want to prep your own?”

“Um, some of both?” he suggested as he continued around the room. He took a k-bar off the shelf and slid it out of the sheath, admiring the edge on it. Setting it back near where he had found it, he moved to the next section.

JD glared at him and on her way to where the bows were stored, moved the k-bar half an inch. “What’s your draw on a bow?” she asked. “Crossbow or compound?”

“Two compounds and a cross,” Dean replied. “I need a twenty to forty draw and a forty to eighty draw.”

JD scanned the bows for a few minutes and then pulled two off the hooks. “The Monster and the Mustang are good choices for you then. Mustang has a twenty to forty draw.” She handed the one to him. “Monster has the higher draw.”

“Sam,” Dean called. He turned to find his brother sitting on the floor, surrounded by books; some of them stacked up almost to his shoulder. He had obviously pulled them off the shelves. “Sammy!” When his younger brother didn’t look up, Dean picked a tazer up from the table and lobed it at him; hitting him in the shoulder.

“Ow!” Sam’s eyes refocused as he turned to his brother. “What was that for?”

“Some of us are still on Planet Earth. Come see if you can pull this bow.”

Sam rubbed his shoulder as he got to his feet and joined them at the table. “What did you hit me with?”

“Tazer,” Dean answered absently as he examined the bow. Handing it to Sam, he commanded, “Draw.”

“Yeah well it hurt,” Sam pointed out.

“I threw it at you. I didn’t shoot ya with it,” Dean responded. He watched with a critical eye as Sam held the bow in the proper position and drew it back. “Is that comfortable?”

“I wouldn’t want to hold it for an hour, but I can pull it,” Sam answered.

Dean nodded. “’Kay. We’ll take both then. You find anything interesting in the bookstore?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t believe. There’s…”

Dean held up a hand before Sam could start his mile a minute thing. “Pick five, Sammy. No more. You can get most of your information off the ‘net anyway.”

“But, Dean,” Sam started to protest.

“Don’t ‘but’ me.” Dean’s voice was firm and Sam knew there was no budging him. Neither of them had expected to find information in addition to weapons so Sam supposed he was lucky Dean had told him to pick five. “We’ll take the bows, Sam’s books, the shells. You’ve got the shotguns we need? And we also need…” Dean was interrupted by another voice.

“JD, you’re supposed to leave a note at the house if ya come down unexpectedly.”

Dean spun towards the voice, pulling his pistol from under his jacket as Sam got to his feet. “Holy,” Sam breathed as he caught sight of the man. He was easily six-eight and had ducked to come through the doorway. Hiking boots added a few more inches to his height and muscles bulged across his arms and chest. “Are you human?”

“Are you?” the man asked in reply, glaring at Sam. “JD? Who are these clowns?”

“Sorry. Just,” Sam stuttered, staring at the man.

“He’s trying to say you’re huge, man,” Dean said, lowering his gun.

“Yeah, you aren’t helping either,” JD said, shaking her head at the two of them. “They’re John Winchester’s boys, DJ, so I’m sure they’re fine. And I’ve got Babe anyway.”

The man grinned at her reference. “That’s true. Besides you could always put a curse on one of them.”

Dean chuckled. “A curse?” After a moment when he realized that neither of them were actually laughing, he asked, “You cursed someone?”

“DJ, your mouth is as big as the rest of you.” JD glared at him. “What my twin is attempting to refer to was I told a hunter that if he didn’t stop trying to cop a feel I was going to cut his balls off. He tried again and I told him I hoped the Morrigan took his balls the next time he tried to have sex.” She shrugged as she placed two quivers on the table. “Not my fault he can’t get it up anymore.”

Dean winced and stepped back. “You are a scary lady. You cursed a guy?”

“Power of suggestion, Winchester. If someone believes it’ll happen…it will. Did you have a reason for coming down here, DJ?”

“Dinner’s caught.”

“And you’re a big boy, DJ. I’m conducting business. You can skin it and cook it.”

“Wait,” Sam interrupted. “Did you call him your twin?”

JD looked at him like he was slow. “Yeeeah,” she answered, drawing the word out. “DJ and I are twins. Is that so hard to believe?”

Sam looked between the two of them for a moment. Granted they shared the same black hair and deep brown eyes along with similar facial features, but he and Dean resembled each other. It was the height difference that was throwing him off. And the names. “Why would your parents give you names that are shortened to similar nicknames?”

JD grinned. “They aren’t nicknames. Our names really are JD and DJ.” At the confused looks, she said, “Yeah, our parents were weird. But you didn’t come for a genealogy lesson. DJ, go make dinner or at least go clean it. Lemme finish up with these two.”

DJ stared at them for another moment, than nodded. “You’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” She made a shooing motion. “Go on now. Git.”

DJ glanced at the boys again before nodding at his sister and backing out of the room. “Little over protective?” Dean asked as she turned back to the table.

“You’ve got a brother. You know what family is like,” she answered.

“Mine doesn’t catch and kill dinner.”

“Nah, you just salt and burn bodies,” she responded. “Don’t knock my twin and I won’t knock your family business.”

“Fair enough,” Dean said.



For those of you interested...yes I used to shoot, although it's been more years than I care to admit to. I could shoot a 20-40 pound draw when I was shooting on a regular basis. Since I am no longer in the know...I did have to look up the information. I used a dealer I am familiar with, although not one I can afford.

Besides the names seemed appropriate for the boys.


The dealer for bows that I used as a reference.