"It's definitely a werewolf! All the signs are there!" Sam threw up his hands, staring at Dima.

"Something's wrong here! The full moon is still a long way off!" Dima answered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hey, girls. Enough arguing, let's go. And for the record, I think it's a werewolf." Dean chuckled in amusement as he chewed his burger.

"Okay, Let's make a bet. If you're right, I owe you both a wish. If I'm right, you both owe me a wish." Dima glanced at the brothers. Dean shrugged in agreement. Sam nodded. "Deal."

Damn ghost. It was a damn ghost.

Sam muttered under his breath in irritation. Dean just looked miserable. Dima was pleased, sitting behind them and doing something with their hair.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean grumbled.