Which is exactly the problem here. The shifters haven't come out of the closet, so there's only one kind of 'supe,' the vampire 'supe,' which means that Jason and Andy just came up with a word for a thing that doesn't yet need a word, which is not how language works.

Andy: "Okay, Junior. You sell wooden bullets and stuff?"
Junior: "I sell a lot of wooden bullets, yes."
Andy: "But like tell me more specifically."
Junior: "Sorry, I'm distracted by Sam Merlotte who just came in here. See, we murdered him last night so it's a little..."

Junior dives for a gun, Sam yells to Andy and then nails him with a crossbow.

Sam: "I smelled him go into survival mode."

Oh, shut the fuck up. Why do you say shit like that? Remember when they said about "Sorry I had to alpha you so hard"? That was not the worst. It seemed like it at the time, but now the wheels have just fallen off entirely. The show has, so to speak, put its meat where its bark is.

From now on whenever they say "supe," I'm going to assume they are talking about Chicken & Stars, or Alphabet. The growing threat of Hot & Sour.

Sam, as Junior expires: "That's for Emory and Suzanne, you human piece of shit. They were boring, but they were people."
Andy: "All this anti-human talk is getting kind of weird. I mean, even from my privileged perspective, you're sounding pretty retrograde."

FANGTASIA!

Rough Trade Vamp: "Hoyt, you are really taking this self-destruction thing too far. I think for your own sake, you should stop letting me feed on you in this bi-curious way, and just go home."
Hoyt: "I am not into examining my choices right now. Continue."
RTV: "Okay, I'm just saying."

But then right before Hoyt dies from the utterly unexpected hotness of this occurrence in some nasty alley, the Obama Crew shows up, explodes the guy he's fangbanging, and then they're like, "Oh my God, Hoyt Fortenberry?" I mean, how embarrassing. Right? Sleeveless vest, necktie, looking like the Merry Old Land of Oz letting some vamp bro suck you off in an alley, and then who shows up but your old high school buddies. And there's you, covered in V from the dude that just exploded, too out of it from blood loss to even make up a passable excuse.