There had been a sleepless night with fingers running the keyboard until they felt raw and earlobes flushing under Bobbie's swearing, but at the end of the next day their gear was as sharp and gleaming as their plan.
Dean ecstatically moaned his way through the third burger.
"So it's a bunch of gourmet fangs, feeding and kneading their prey like goddamn kobe beef?"
"This is just sick," he eyed his half-eaten burger, suddenly not so hungry anymore.
"You know, health food isn't bad per se" Sam started before he had to dodge a pair of flying tomatoes.