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Chapter 17: Honey, you're high. The sandwich is evil

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After getting the two of the three children back to sleep, the hunters cut open Gerald. "God." Bobby muttered. "His organs are swimming in the stuff."

Dean walked in the room where Alexis stood by the table where Sam and Bobby were digging through Gerald's stomach. "You guys getting hungry?" He asked, pouring a glass of liquor. 

Sam and Bobby look over at him strangely.

"I'm hungry." Dean says.

Alexis walked toward him. "How's the twins?"

"Sleeping like babies...'Cause they are, but still." Dean shrugged, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. 

"What's that?" Sam asked, turning back to the body.

"Hi stomach." Bobby answered. "For a guy on a diet, Gerry here packed it in pretty good."

"That's human right there." Sam pointed out. 

"That's fresh Rick. Let's see." Bobby reached into the mans stomach, pulling something out. "Plus a pinecone. A pack of gum in the wrapper.

Alexis glanced over at Dean as he looked at his watch before counting on his fingers under his breath. She sighs as he picks at the collar of his jacket. 

"That's older. Maybe like, uh--Maybe Ranger Phil or the camper." Sam states.

"What are you doing?" Alexis asked Dean as he continued to pick at the collar. 

"What's that?" Bobby asked.

"Looks like a--Yeah, that's a cat's head." Sam replied as Bobby pulled the animal part out and dropped it into the bucket. 

"A glamper or two is one thing." Bobby says. "But you gotta be damn hungry to eat a cat's head."

"Mm-hm." Sam hummed. 

"You're pretty." Dean whispers to Alexis, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger. 

Alexis glanced at him as he took a sip of whiskey. "Thanks, I guess." 

"Well, lookit here. I'm no Dr. Oz, but I think that's his adrenal glands." Bobby lifted a large black object up that was covered in gray slime. 

"Okay, and?" Sam asked. 

"Meant to be the size of hotel bar soap and bright orange." Bobby says.

"That is not either of those things." Alexis muttered as Dean brushed her hair over her shoulder and away from her neck. He pressed a kiss to her jaw, then one to her neck.

"Okay, that might explain the strength. Uh, but whatever this is, it's not the Jersey Devil." Sam states. "But it sure as hell ain't Gerald Browder anymore."

"Dean." Alexis whispered, elbowing him in the ribs. "Now's not the time." 

Dean pulled away, glancing at his watch. "Okay, guys, seriously. It's time for dinner."

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"Gerald Browder, 35, self-employed. Air conditioning repairman." Sam began as the hunters sat in the Biggerson restaurant. 

Madilyn sat beside Alexis, focused on her drawing while Dean sat on Alexis's other side, more invested in the Pepperjack Turducken Slammer than anything. 

"Missing person number three. Disappeared eight days ago." Sam continued as Alexis handed Stevie her pacifier back. 

"Well, that explains all the people who got eaten in the last eight days." Bobby says.