Dean folded his arms and raised one corner of his mouth in the trademark smirk. “I don’t need to say sorry? Okay. Fine. I take it back. You’re a filthy little pervert and your crush on Bela Talbot is so gross I can’t even get my head round it. You need put in a nice padded cell. I mean…dude you were dribbling!”
Anything that Sam night have been going to say was halted by Dean holding his hand up. “Oh look. The zombies are coming on…ohhhhhhh look at that one! Titles aren’t even finished and he’s chowing down on that guy’s head.” The zombie who had attracted Dean’s attention was happily hauling his victim to pieces and both Dean and Sammy would know that no way did the human body contain that much blood. Dean grinned and nudged his brother. “Gotta love the movies huh?”