Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original creation of E. Kripke. Just for fun, not for profit. All hail our glorious leader.
A/N: Needed to slay some personal dragons...
"Are you sure that's an Okapi, Dean? I thought they were all lean, mean, hunting machine?" Sam frowned, looking unconvinced.
"Dude!" Dean was indignant at having his hunting prowess and knowledge questioned. "Teeth don't lie."
Still, he couldn't help but be bemused himself. He poked at the very ample backside lying before him with the machete he'd used to decapitate it with, watching in morbid fascination as it jiggled.
"Maybe she had a few too many McHappy meals?"
"Or maybe too many Ronald McDonalds?"
"Or maybe all of Old McDonald's Farm?"
They looked at each other and burst out laughing.