Disclamer:I don't own them. Sadly.
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Sam and Dean were standing on the front porch of a witness in a suspicious murder. The mans name was Jim Heinrick, and he was a personal trainer at the local gym. Dean pressed the door bell and they could hear the ringing inside the house.
"Hold on! I'm coming!" A man shouted from deep inside the house. A second later, the door opened. The boys held up fake Fed badges to the man. (Who, by the way was huge!)
"Sir we need to ask you a couple questions about the murder you witnessed?" Sam asked.
"Sure come on in! I was just having breakfast." Dean perked up when he heard this. The man led the way through the house which was relatively small for a man his size.
"What did you boys need to ask?" the man asked, turning to them.
"What did the attacker look like?" Dean asked.
"Well he was kind of tall, and-" he was cut off by a growling stomach. Dean's.
"You want some breakfast son?" Jim asked Dean. Sam was about to protest, but Dean jumped on the chance for free food.
"Sure! Why not?"
Jim disappeared into his kitchenette, the reappeared with a vile looking drink in his hands.
"What is it?" Dean asked apprehensively.
"Well I don't have time to cook in the morning so it's basically pancake batter, bacon, orange juice, and raw eggs mixed together." Jim handed the nastiness to Dean, looking expectant.
Reluctantly, Dean swallowed the whole glass. Sam tried not to laugh, but Dean caught it. If looks could kill…