"Thompson, have you been stuffed into an oven like a turkey?" Dean got out of the car and walked up to the lone figure, teasing him.
The unfortunate guy was none other than his little brother, Thompson.
Thompson, hearing the familiar voice, jerked his head up, his face flushed with anger. "Dean, you have to catch that damn murderer! He ruined my perfect date!"
"So, what exactly happened? Where's your girlfriend?"
Thompson rubbed his sticky hair, still shaken. "I dropped my girlfriend off near her place. It was pretty quiet, and I thought we had some time, so I wanted to... well, try out that gift you gave me. But no sooner had I gotten my pants off than the damn sprinkler head started spraying blood! It drenched us both like drowned rats!"
"And your girlfriend?"