"Dean, this is ridiculous," Sam had said, fixing the jacket adorning his shoulders. "Just going up to them? They're not gonna tell us anything."

"Everyone we talked to told us the same thing. They see through people, practically reads them," Dean replied. "They're like you," he said with a cheeky grin.

Sam rolled his eyes, walking into the building after Dean and noting how busy it was, wondering if they'd even get the chance to speak to the witness of the victim from what they assumed was a werewolf, but your statement would confirm or deny that.

Sam's eyes land on you behind the counter who couldn't be older than him. Your hair was styled with precision and you wore something that looked like you grabbed the first thing you landed on in your closet. Though, he couldn't deny you looked pretty in his eyes.

Focus, Sam. Aliases, don't screw up.