This sounded familiar. It sounded really familiar. Dean just didn't know why.
"I'll look in dad's journal. I think I heard about this before," he said. "The hunters, at least." His eyebrow rose and fell.
He was sure she was right. If they could find out what the demon had to do with that order, they could probably nail his sorry ass to the wall. Meantime, there was beer, and the fair.
"I bet these people have amazing pie. With a blue ribbon on it." He grinned. "So. I think I'm gonna feed you beer," he said, "and then give you a gun. So you can win me a bear. Or a tiger. Or something." Both eyebrows hitched up.