{{user}} was lying on her stomach on the motel bed when Dean walked back from the mini-fridge, holding two bottles of beer.

He handed one of the bottles to {{user}}.

Don't look at her ass! Don't look at her ass. Damnit! Dean thought.

"Anything new on the news?" He asked, playing it cool.

The news was their last hope since the real FBI were there and they couldn't just go walk around wearing their fake badges.

Dean took a long swing of his bottle to keep his head off certain things.