A/N: Yay for drabble number two. Thought I'd go for humor this time. Word 2: Flesh.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never will. Not even on an installment plan.
Sam thought he'd lose his lunch.
He watched Dean rip flesh from bone, skin and all. Watched him put it in his mouth, enjoying each bite, licking his fingers clean.
"Dude, that's disgusting!"
"What? The skin's the best part. It absorbs the seven herbs and spices."
"All the fat, too. Ugh, I'm gonna be sick."
"Careful, Sammy. We don't want Colonel Sander's ghost haunting us because you have no taste. You sure we're related?"
"Seriously man, how can you eat that? It's all grease and salt."
"With my fingers. Pass me a leg."