"The sauce has a wonderfully butyraceous taste and – "
"Buty-what?" Dean interrupted, frowning.
The waiter's mouth twitched. "Butyraceous," he said suavely. "It means buttery. I'm sure you, um, gentlemen, will enjoy it." He bowed slightly. "I'll go put in your orders. Your drinks will be out shortly."
"Snotty prick." Dean scowled as the waiter walked away. "We sure he's not the one?"
"Intel says a woman."
"Cause I really wanna kill this guy, Sammy."
"It's not him."
"Maybe he's a skinwalker."
"Dean."
"Well, he'd better watch his step," Dean snapped. "Or my boot is gonna be all up in his butyraceous ass!"
