"Our best bet probably is to find the building that the town used for storage," Dean mused, searching the streets for such a building. "If not, some of the houses probably have a small supply to melt the area in front of their doors-"
"Salt melts the ground here?" Zalio interrupted, eyes wide.
Dean groaned. "I meant the snow and ice. Anyways, homes probably have a little, as well as any public building."
"Well," Kartiel said from the back, stretching and giving a particularly loud yawn as he did so, "I'll teleport us back with the stuff when we find it. Then we can go all Supernatural and surround ourselves with salt."
