"Wait, what? You think there's another were out there? We got another fucking were?" Dean looked at the door, wondering where the hell a frog would go. Actually, he had to wonder what the frog had been. Or who.
"Fuck, that could have been Fred?" Yes, his language was a little on the saltier side, but he had to think this all through. It wasn't at all good, not good. He glanced down at his brother.
"You don't think that's Fred?" They'd just let a scared Texan in the shape of a frog, a very big frog, free. Right out the door? He sighed softly. "Shit. If that's Fred..."
They were going to have to find the frog and save her. If that was her. No matter what, they were going to have to deal with something very crazy. Probably.