"Did I ever tell you how much I hate Ghouls?"
"Why no, Dean, I don't think you have. Ever. Not once." Sam pushed a scrap of biscuit around the plate. Popping the bite in his mouth, he grinned. "Tell me."
"How can you can still eat?"
An even bigger grin. "Growing boy."
Dean snorted. "Sasquatch boy. But about Ghouls." Leaning back, he intoned, "Ghouls look just like us."
"'Just like us'."
"Hard to spot them until they go for blood."
"'Go for blood'."
Dean glared, suspicious, pointed a scrap of pie crust at his brother. "But damn, they can cook."
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