Anyway, turns out Dean had been right about the shop having something to do with the supernatural, so Sam wasn't going to be bringing that one up again.
"You like him?" said a voice from the back, low and creepy. "Three dollars."
"It's a toy, right?" said Dean. "Like, an animated toy?"
"No," said Cas. "In fact, I believe it to be--"
"It's a gremlin," said the shopkeeper, emerging from the gloom to stand in front of them. He was a short, squat man, with a nose that looked as though it had not so much been broken once in the past as repeatedly smashed with a brick. He smiled, and Sam noted that his teeth had not escaped unscathed either. "They were all the rage back in the day. Pet rocks, tamagotchis, gremlins. After Kingston Falls, they were rounded up and culled."
He leaned forwards as though imparting a great secret. "This one got out, and I thought, y'know, better snap him up, might be an investment, but the guy's been nothing but trouble. He just sits there, all mopey, like, and people just walk right by him." The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes. "Two dollars."
"Kingston Falls, you said?" asked Dean.
Sam watched the man nod, greasy blond hair falling over his forehead, and something clicked in his memory. Hadn't there been something, a hasty note scrawled in their dad's journal, about Kingston Falls?
"We'll take him."
The man smiled. "Two dollars, that's all. Two dollars, that is, and three rules..."
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Fill, Gadgets and Gizmos, s4ish
Date: 2011-12-22 08:42 pm (UTC)"It is not the quiver of Artemis," said Castiel, "and thus it does not concern us."
"It looks kinda sad," said Sam, elbowing Dean out of the way to get a closer look at the thing. It had been Dean's idea to come to the stupid creepy pawnshop to try and find the quiver, something which Sam had little faith in as a strategy because hello, cliché. Despite the vintage car and luck with the ladies, not everything in Dean's life played out like a movie, especially not the hunts.
Anyway, turns out Dean had been right about the shop having something to do with the supernatural, so Sam wasn't going to be bringing that one up again.
"You like him?" said a voice from the back, low and creepy. "Three dollars."
"It's a toy, right?" said Dean. "Like, an animated toy?"
"No," said Cas. "In fact, I believe it to be--"
"It's a gremlin," said the shopkeeper, emerging from the gloom to stand in front of them. He was a short, squat man, with a nose that looked as though it had not so much been broken once in the past as repeatedly smashed with a brick. He smiled, and Sam noted that his teeth had not escaped unscathed either. "They were all the rage back in the day. Pet rocks, tamagotchis, gremlins. After Kingston Falls, they were rounded up and culled."
He leaned forwards as though imparting a great secret. "This one got out, and I thought, y'know, better snap him up, might be an investment, but the guy's been nothing but trouble. He just sits there, all mopey, like, and people just walk right by him." The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes. "Two dollars."
"Kingston Falls, you said?" asked Dean.
Sam watched the man nod, greasy blond hair falling over his forehead, and something clicked in his memory. Hadn't there been something, a hasty note scrawled in their dad's journal, about Kingston Falls?
"We'll take him."
The man smiled. "Two dollars, that's all. Two dollars, that is, and three rules..."