Ellen snorts. She remembers getting almost bitten by the asshole. unfortunately, she hadn't had a machete on her at the time, or he would have been dead.

"Anyone can make holy water or put up the warding. All it takes is believing it'll work." She shrugs. "I know it does."

Ellen gets up and disappears into the back, before coming out, carrying a sack. "First line of defense." She puts a sack of salt on the bar. "Most things supernatural can't pass a salt line. The old tales about it purifying things? Aren't just stories."