DingDing

In which Sam and Dean should not be allowed anywhere near e-mail ever.

Warnings: pretty graphic talk about naughty things including Wincest, bad words.

"Can't talk," Sam mumbled. "Eating."

"Um... well, yes, that's kind of what I..." The manager heaved a great pained sigh. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave now."

"Sign says 'all you can eat,'" Dean pointed out. "We haven't had all we can eat yet."

"Sir, you've been here for six hours. I think it's safe to say that if you haven't had all you can eat yet, you're not going to."