Sam and Dean were low on supplies, and as luck would have it, it was during an important case. They asked around, and one of their hunter friends directed them towards a hunter that was an angelic arms dealer, something the boys didn't even know existed.

Dean pulled the Impala up to the address they were given, both brothers getting out and walking up to the door of the house. "This place looks secure." Sam murmured, looking at the various security measures.

Dean scoffed. "I wouldn't be surprised if a hermit lived here." He said, chuckling a bit as he spoke. Sam shoot him a look, which Dean shrugged off. Dean stepped forward, knocking on the door and waiting to see if anyone would answer.