This was probably way funnier in my head just seeing Dean making these types of rubbish jokes.
The yellow neon name flashed: Le Fromage.
'That's a creative name,' Celeste said and smirked as the group headed inside.
On benches of wood, piled high, were towers of cheese of many different textures and types. Sam's eyes lit up and Celeste nudged him with her elbow.
'Treat yourself, Sam, imagine all of the crackers you could eat with these!'
'Very funny, Cel. But I think I'll pass knowing what happened to the man who worked here.'
'What you think there could be a cursed cheese?' Celeste laughed as Sam attempted to make her stop.
'Come on, be serious, we're on a case.'
'In a cheese shop, Sam,' Celeste retorted as she signalled to the mountains of cheddar.
'Even so,' Sam returned as he made his way around the tightly packed shop.
Dean was speaking to the owner, whose layers of fat were as thick as the cheese on display. And he sweated and frequently dabbed himself with an orange handkerchief.
'So you're saying that he had his skin peeled off by a cheese slicer?' Dean questioned as the man nodded.
'You have to believe me agent. I found him like it. The blood. It was horrible,' he sobbed as Dean awkwardly patted his shoulder.
'If any more details come to you, please, call us,' Dean said as he handed him a card.
The man took it with a shaking hand.
As they exited the shop, Dean smirked.
'So our vic was killed with a cheese slicer and he worked in a cheese shop… That's rather cheesy.'
Celeste burst out laughing as Sam glared at Dean.
'Nice one, Dean!' she said as she high-fived him.
'Guys, an innocent person has died and you want to make jokes,' Sam admonished them.
'Exactly Sam, I feel for the guy, I do. But he is in Heaven now, in a better place. What we say down here won't hurt him.'
'That's not a good argument Celeste.'
'Come on, let's head to the morgue,' Dean interjected as they headed to the impala.