Hey
Mini Dean here.
Let me tell you a story.
Sam and me went along with Dizzo to an asylum. Who knows what kind of trouble she'd get into, especially as it was Hallowe’en weekend. We thought we’d better go along so we could step in and save her ass, you know?
Anyway, while she was there, she met those Ghostfacer douchenozzles. Us Winchesters hate those lameass jerks, and they hate us because they know we’re so much friggin’ better than they are. We're proper hunters, we are, they couldn't hunt for their ass in a pair of boxers.
Anyway, we leapt into action when they got too close, and things got real ugly.
They'll remember this Hallowe'en ...
( The Ghostfacers never stood a chance! )