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This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message.

You're looking at an unmounted mini-gun. A M-134A2 Vulcan, if I remember right.

The biggest action movie gun a guy can carry.

... Only that's movies, and no actual human being can carry and fire this without a mount.

[hello i'm sam and i can be a big nerd about cool stuff sometimes too, dean]

Judging by the debris, I think it's just been... lying here. For a while.

[ He swings a look over at Sam, because yeah he knew that but he's...kinda shocked you did. ]

Wait a minute, wait a minute. You telling me I had a Terminator gun in my backyard this whole time?

[Sam turns slightly, hands still in his pockets, expression rather casual.]

You had a Terminator gun in your backyard the whole time.

There's no way. I cased this whole place.

[ He's saying it as he goes to squat down beside it, squinting as he looks it over. This is cool as hell.

Dean perks a little, flashing a smirk up at Sam. ]

Hey, you think the Terminator was here? [ Smoothing his face into something expressionless, he intones in the proper accent; ]

I'll be back.

[... He makes a face. The face of judgement.]

If there is one, hopefully it was the Terminator 2 one, and not the first movie.

And hopefully he doesn't think we're stealing his mini-gun.

Well, if he's still here, he doesn't give a shit about this gun, that's for sure. Help me with it.

[ Because Sam's right, it's too big for one puny human to haul around and carry. ]

[How do we always end up moving things like we do this professionally?

... Well, it's worth it. He crouches and hefts one end up.]

You think you can mount this thing somewhere with a window?