Scalding liquid flowed from the coffee machines, cascading to the floor. That sent the bikini baristas fleeing from the roadside stand to seek shelter in the Impala.
His car was full of women in lingerie while Dean was stuck being pummeled by everything the poltergeist could hurl. Even the hulking coffee machine itself was starting to shift. Sam better hurry up.
The chaos stopped in an instant. Moments later Sam skidded across the coffee bean covered floor, half-and-half still dripping from his hair.
"You okay?" Sam asked anxiously.
A smirk danced over Dean's lips. "Did you look in the car?"