"Aw. You take me to the nicest places, darlin'." Bobby looked around, suspicious as he always was. Ready for a fight, as he also always was. Being a paranoid bastard wasn't something that stopped, especially not when you had a demon by your side. "You bury it?"

That seemed like the most logical assumption. A lot easier than when they had to try and follow Wes's logic to find that other piece. Damn prophet.

He turned his head to get a better idea of where they were. "Doesn't seem like demons have been here recently." He had a feeling for those things.