[ uh... yeah. That whole lip licking thing? It's kind of creepy. And Dean's seen creepy plenty of times to know. ]
Uh-huh, and you expect me to just go wail on that thing?
[ dead silence, huh? Damn it. ]
Right. Okay! I get it. Go beat the crap out of the plant and we'll call it a day. Jeez... [ swaggering, rolling his shoulders, Dean pulls his hand up for balance before dashing in, ducking and weaving and smashing his hand into the side of Bubba's face. ] Ouch! That... [ Dean swore again and rolled, barely saving his ass from getting chomped on. Stupid thing was harder then it looked. Looking at Zelda, he yelled. ] Hey, rather then just standing there, throw a rock at it or something! [ What he wouldn't give to have Sam there. He'd make prime plant fodder while Dean took care of things... ]