Once Dean was done with the forms, one of the officers led Ben out from the cells. The detective stood up, handing Ben the bag with all his things in it. Ben opened the bag, checking through it all.
"Where's my gun?" he asked.
"Confiscated." The detective gave Ben a look. "It's not registered, so you don't get it back. And in New York city, it's illegale to own firearms. Might be different in Indiana, but that's the way this city works."
Ben kept his mouth shut, avoiding mumbling about how he didn't like this city, but instead just shoved his things back in his pockets and then tucked his hands into the pockets of the oversized hoodie he still wore that Dean had pulled out of the Impala last week.
Ben hadn't stuck around long to go shopping with Lisa, so everything he owned clothing-wise was either from Sam or Dean.
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Date: 2009-01-21 04:51 pm (UTC)"Where's my gun?" he asked.
"Confiscated." The detective gave Ben a look. "It's not registered, so you don't get it back. And in New York city, it's illegale to own firearms. Might be different in Indiana, but that's the way this city works."
Ben kept his mouth shut, avoiding mumbling about how he didn't like this city, but instead just shoved his things back in his pockets and then tucked his hands into the pockets of the oversized hoodie he still wore that Dean had pulled out of the Impala last week.
Ben hadn't stuck around long to go shopping with Lisa, so everything he owned clothing-wise was either from Sam or Dean.