Supernatural

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Biggerson's Bar And Grill. Dean rolls the Impala as inconspicuously as he can into a dark corner of the diner's lot and watches as the soul-bearing henchdemon enters the restaurant, which incidentally features several pairs of his henchfellows guarding each point of entry. Dean grumbles about the size of Famine's entourage for a moment before turning to My Sweet Baboo to review their plan of attack. Castiel, however, is busy licking a wrapper. Hee. Dean eventually gets his angelic boyfriend's attention, and Castiel desultorily recites the plan of attack like so: "I take The Knife [That Can Kill Anything Except When It Usually Can't], I go in, I cut off the ring hand of Famine, and I meet you back here in the parking lot." Dean rolls his eyes. "Well, that sounds foolproof," he grumps, but his carefully enunciated sarcasm is all for naught, for My Sweet Baboo's already fluttered off to the diner's interior, so Dean waits. And waits. And waits. And waits and waits and waits and waits and waits and waits and waits until he's finally all, "This is taking too long!" Arming himself with one of his trusty sawed-off shotguns, Dashing El Deano disembarks to...

...sneak into Biggerson's through the suspiciously unguarded kitchen entrance. Idiot. Oh, but get this: On his wary way towards the dining room, Our Intrepid Hero stumbles across... wait -- I have to wake him up for this. "Hey! EEEEEEEEEEEEE! [Thunk!]" It was brief, but it was worth it, I'm sure, for Our Intrepid Hero has stumbled across the bloated corpse of Biggerson's short-order cook, which is presently face-down in the still-bubbling deep fryer. Christ, but that has got to stank. Anyway, Dean stifles his gag reflex and soldiers on out to the dining room, where he finds Castiel...oh, for gross. Our Intrepid Hero might have no problems stifling his gag reflex, but the absolutely repulsive scene now playing out on my television screen is making it incredibly difficult for me to stifle mine. It's Castiel, on his hands and knees above a buffet tray overheaped with raw hamburger meat, and Misha Collins is pushing handfuls of that crap into his mouth, chewing, and swallowing it. "Glalalalalalaalallalalalllaalalalah!" Though, you know, thanks to this episode, I've learned that Misha Collins apparently lacks any semblance of a gag reflex whatsoever, which probably makes him, like, a rilly fun date. "Glalalalalalaalal -- DIRTY! -- lalalalllaalalalah!" And look at that! While I've been so busily alternating between retching and leching, a gaggle of henchdemons have drop-kicked Dimwitted El Deano right into the next METAL TEETH CHOMP!

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