dean was born and raised a hutner with his brother, samsam.
he usually hutned polar bares, but recently he has found an interest in hunting angles.
samsam has always hated hutning polar bares, and instead, he likes to hunt wild, bald men.
samsam likes bald men.

today dean and samsam were out hutning a polar bare, which had climbed all the way up a pole.

"damn bares," dean began, pulling the colt out of his pocket and aiming it at the polar bare.

"always tryin'a be sons of bitches, never payin' their damn rent." he pulled the trigger, the bullet going straight to the polar bare's brain.

you see, dean wasn't just a hutner. he also owned a hotel with a bar attached, and polar bares usually snuck in dressed as pretty ladies but after night fall, they revealed their polar self and climbed up the poles. they usually ate through the ceiling and left annoying holes, so dean usually shot them.

that wasn't the only reason he hutned polar bares, though. his mom was killed by a polar bare hole. one had climbed up the pole in baby samsam's room, ate through the ceiling, and it sucked his mom up into the hole, abducting her and she was never seen again. dean swore that day he'd hut all the polar bares he found. one ate his dad too.

dean lowered the gun, putting it into his underwear before turning to look at his brother samsam.

"samsammy, did that guy call you back?"

"no. shut up dean."

samsam had never actually went on a second date with a bald man.