"See how big this revenge thing is." They had an idea it might be someone on the outside, but it just didn't feel like the usual cursing to Dean. Curses, unless worked by some major magical players, didn't work like this. They also left behind some sort of sign. "Jen should have something for us, just gotta let her know we're coming I'd think."
He gave Sam a look. Really, cook them? Dean usually just picked them up already done up. He walked over to the bag to open it up and show baby brother the goods, but when he opened it up, he saw butcher paper wrapped around something.
"Fuck me." He walked into the kitchen to pull out the package, and what he got was not at all burger. No, on the label was something about porter houses and steak. "I hate this place sometimes." He groaned, shaking his head.
"No, Dinah made a deal with a vampire, and I left to do this gig." Yeah, he knew he sounded petty or something very like it. He didn't really care at the moment. He sighed and pulled his phone out to send a quick text: Call if you even think of getting into trouble. Love you. It was the closest thing to an apology she'd get. And, yes, he even said those special words for the first time in a text. He could be something of a unthinking bastard like that.