I do not own Supernatural.
"Daily Special," she announced, tossing the plate on the table. Ten legs tumbled out between two pieces of seasoned toast.
Dean stared, shrugged, then picked up the sandwich, prepared to take a bite.
"You're not seriously gonna eat that?" Sam asked, incredulous eyes peering across the table as his brother prepared to chow down.
Dean took a huge bite out of the creation in front of him, exaggerating his enthusiasm as he chewed.
"Hell yeah, I am." He cracked a grin, mouth still full of crab. "The whole damn thing."
