Sam frowns at their dresses' coarse fabric. "Something's wrong."
"You're telling me! I go to sleep with a blonde and a brunette, and I wake up in a freaking dress! Somebody's gonna pay!" Dean glowers around the empty porch.
"You don't get it," Sam mutters. "That was Mister Darcy a moment ago."
"So you recognize the school teacher? Big whoop!"
"We're being watched," Sam points at a figure standing beneath the trees, "and that doesn't belong here."
"We don't belong here, Sammy, but Zombies, I know how to deal with." Grinning, Dean fires his gun. At least some things never change!
The End