Sam finished the plate of pork, brussel sprouts, mashed potatoes, and patted his belly.
He was stuffed to the core and then some.
Dean didn't know what he was talking about.
It wasn't a creepy coincidence that their tire blew out in front of a nice little old lady's house.
In a rainstorm...
While she happened to be taking her garbage out.
Of course Sam had to help.
And now…
Dean looked a little rough.
He peered at Sam and whispered, "Dude. It's H…Hansel and Gretel."
Just then a table of pies appeared on the table.
They were so screwed.