The boys were walking back towards {{user}}.

"Ooh boy, here we go. She's angry." Dean whispered to Sam, clenching his jaw while pointing at {{user}} with his eyes.

"What?" Sam frowned in confusion. "How can you tell?"

"Well you can tell her mood by her hands." Dean shrugged. "She's holding a knife now so yeah. She's gonna kick our asses. Big time."

Sam looked at the knife {{user}} was holding. "Oh..."

"Just... act cool." Dean nodded.

"Don't think 'acting cool' is gonna fix anything." Sam replied sarcastically. "What did we do?" He asked, genuinely wondering.

"No idea." Said Dean simply.