Sam and Dean sat together in their dingy hotel room. This hotel room was slightly nicer than their usual habitations; There wasn't a single hole in the carpet and not a single stain could be seen, at least not without a black light. Sam, now dressed in a flannel shirt and a pair of black jeans, sat in front of his laptop, looking for the possible identity of the killer creature while Dean, wearing a black t-shirt and a denim jacket and pants, was lying on the bed, having been studying for the past hour himself.
"Getting anywhere on our mystery creature Sammy?" "Actually yeah. Seems to me like we're dealing with a deer lady." Dean, a bit of skepticism in his voice, sat up and asked, "A what? Has little Sammy started making up monsters to get out of study duty?" Sam, somewhat agitated, replied; "No, there's actually a good bit of lore to back this up. They seem to be a distant cousin to shapeshifters and werewolves, but they're not quite as good at changing themselves; their feet always stay as hooves, which is why they always try to hide their feet. Their modus operandi seems to be finding some guy they think is a womanizing jerk, getting them alone with them, and then turning into a deer and stomping the crap out of them."
"So, how do we gank this thing and make ourselves some human venison?" "Firstly", said Sam, "as far as I can tell you can kill it just like a shapeshifter, anything silver'll do it. And secondly, that 'human venison' thing was reeeeeally creepy."
"Yeah, I guess it was," Dean replied hastily in a slightly embarrassed, hushed voice. "Anyway, how are we going to track this freak down?" "Oh, that part is actually pretty easy; these things usually stick around the same town for at least a week, looking for more womanizing jerks to off. All we gotta do is send one into that bar, make sure he does his thing long enough for the Deer Lady to notice, and have him off the thing." "Alright, good enough plan, but where are we gonna find a dick like that on such short notice?" Without missing a beat, Sam turned his eyes from the laptop monitor and began to stare at Dean. "What, you mean me? No way man, no way." Sam continued to stare at Dean unwaveringly. "Oh come on Sammy, no way!" Again, Sam continued to stare, only moving his head ever so slightly to the right. "Son of a bitch!"