Dean is being strangely evasive about what he’s making for lunch today. “It’s kind of like a BLT,” he says, not meeting Sam’s eye.
Yeah, right. Sam likes to call Dean’s BLTs ‘BS’s’ because he doesn’t put any lettuce or tomato on them; they’re just Bacon Sandwiches. Plus, there are too many ingredients on the counter, and Dean had gone to some fancy Gourmet store for the bacon instead of using Oscar Meyer like he normally does.
Sam picks up the receipt and reads it. Duck bacon? What the hell?
“Hand me that, will you?” Dean says, motioning toward the rotisserie chicken he picked up at the Dollar Saver on the way back from the fancier store. Sam notices something else in the bag…. Butterball Deli Slices.
“Seriously, Dean?” Sam moans. “A turducken sandwich?”
“What?! It’s delicious!”