"Do we need that many bullets?"
"Yes, now hand it over."
Dean reluctantly took off his silver ring and handed it to Sam. His little brother dropped it into the pot and the ring began to sizzle.
"I liked that one, it was still shiny," Dean grumbled.
"I'll get you a new one," Sam promised.
Dean watched the pot for the next few minutes as his favorite silver ring, the only one that he had at the moment, melted into a silver puddle.