Dean lets that sink in, chewing thoughtfully on his sandwich. It was kind of new. A lot of it.

"The part of it being men and women is new. We thought we were goin' after ladies with a grudge, but..." he frowns and lets out a huff. "Sounds like you're pretty familiar with 'em after all. Just desserts. Right up your alley, huh? Only they have really bloody, disgusting ends for their targets." Not all of Gabriel's victims suffered those kinds of ends. Ends involving spikes being shoved up their...yeah.

"So, we talkin' blue collar workers who got the short end of the stick, or does it reach into office spaces with middle classers gettin' shafted by dick bosses and always passed over for the promotion?"