These were, uh, these were something I had made. It was before that whole incident with the hunters and Zachariah. And, well, I made them for Dean. But when we were trapped in that cage, I suppose they were taken away too. Probably pawned off cheaply, even though I had worked so damn hard to get the details just right. I know it’s probably not Dean’s thing to carry around something so ornately decorated, but it’s the thought that counts, right? I don’t know. Point is, they’re gone and I’m not getting them back. Damn.