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( MONSTER BURGER )

       "Ranger Evans! Ranger!" Sam yells.

       "It's got him up in the trees. Lights off." Bobby says. He, Dean, Elena and Sam point their rifles upwards. Bobby turns off the spotlight on his rifle.

       "What?" Dean lowers his rifle.

       "Wait, Bobby, you think that's really a good idea?" Sam asks.

       "Shut up, shut off, and listen." Bobby says. Sam lowers his rifle and turns off the spotlight. Dean has already turned off the light on his. "Damn thing's eating Rick."

      "Man, I liked Rick." Dean says. Sam, Elena and Bobby look at Dean. Bobby closes his eyes and fires up into the tree. A humanoid creature holding one of Rick's arms falls to the ground.

      "Wow. Nice shot, Bobby." Dean says.

      "Seriously." Sam says.

      "We all got our gifts."

       "What about the rest of Ranger Rick?" Dean asks.

       "Ranger called in his 10-20. His own will find him. We got crap to do."

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       Dean and Sam lay the creature on the table. "Built like a supermodel, but the thing was strong. That's for damn sure. Carried a full-grown man up a tree in nothing flat." Bobby says.

      "But, it only took one bullet to bring it down." Sam says.

       "And not even a silver bullet, just a bullet-bullet." Dean says.

       The creature sits bolt upright and then stands up on the table. Dean, Sam and Bobby fire at it repeatedly. It falls back down on the table. Dean and Sam exhale loudly.

      "First one must have just stunned it." Bobby says.

       "All right, well, let's check its hulk pants for some ID." Dean takes a wallet out of the creature's pants. "Oh, that is just gonna ruin the leather." Sam takes the wallet from Dean.

      "Are you feeling okay?" Elena asks Dean.

       "Yeah, I feel great."

       "Gerald Browder, uh, lived here in town, 5'9", brown hair and blue eyes... 235 pounds." Sam says.

       "Whoa." Dean says. They all look at the creature, which clearly does not weigh 235 pounds.

       "Well, apparently, he's lost a little pudge." Bobby says.

       "Maybe it's a-a lap-band side effect." Dean laughs, Sam, Elena and Bobby do not. Bobby pokes a stick inside one of the bullet wounds in the creature. It drips gray goo.

       "What the hell? I think we better have a look under Gerald's hood." Bobby and Sam are examining the creature's open chest cavity using forceps. "God! Its organs are swimming in the stuff."

       Dean comes into the room, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "You guys getting hungry? I'm hungry." He says.

      "What's that?" Elena points at something.

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

       "That's human right there." Sam says.

        "That's fresh Rick. Let's see." Bobby says. "Plus... a pine cone? Pack of gum in the wrapper."

       "That's—that's older. Maybe like a—maybe Ranger Phil or the camper." Sam says.