'You gobbled down that hamburger as if you hadn't eaten for a week, Dean. Try and contain yourself, dude.'

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'What? I just consumed five million calories chasing that Skinwalker through the woods. I gotta fuel up, Sammy. It's not just the Impala that needs gas.'

''I worked my ass off chasing it too but that doesn't mean I turn into a Neanderthal, shoveling food into my mouth quicker than I can chew.'

'Oh, excuse my bad manners, Samantha, Disney princess. I'll try harder to comply with your 'Rules of Correct Behaviour'. Next time I eat a burger, I'll be careful to use a knife and fork, cut it up into minuscule portions and chew each one elegantly.'

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Sam's eyes rolled in their sockets like billiard balls. 'I'm not a Disney princess, though if I was and you were the prince, you wouldn't have hope in hell of getting me to kiss those oniony, tomato-sauced, meat-spotted lips of yours!'

'That shows how little you understand women, Sammy,' Dean pontificated. 'I'm gonna have to give you some pointers on the unkempt, scruffy look. It's a sure-fire way to get those women running.'

'I'll pass,' Sam sniffed, slipping out off the seat and heading for the door, Dean's amused chuckle trailing after him.