Dean didn't really get hockey, but he knew enough to know that the people clustered in one corner were a Bad Thing. He drank silently until Sam mentioned the Candy Day Army. "Sweet. We need to increase our ranks. Plus, one of 'em can drown people that go after my fucking candy corn."
Oh, woe befall the person who got between Dean Winchester and sugar molded into triangles.
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