It stood at least eight feet tall and its girth was massive. Thick, reddish-brown fur covered it from head to clawed feet; long, curved fangs protruded from its mouth.
Dean chewed his lip nervously. "Sammy, are you sure?"
"Bobby said," Sam hissed.
"I don't like it!"
"Dean, be quiet, he'll hear us!"
"This is stupid!"
The creature turned towards them, snarling.
"Oh, crap." Sam jerked two cans of Raid out of his jacket and thrust one at his brother.
As the two stepped out to face the monster, bug spray ready, Dean growled, "If Bobby's wrong, I'm kicking your ass!"
