Dean screwed himself over big time. First hunt with his brother and {{user}} reunited and the friggin’ deputies had to go and question his honesty.

The officer crosses his arms, face to face with the smiling Winchester and his grimacing accomplice—you. “So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that’s real?”

Dean snags the opportunity before you can say ‘No, Dean. Let’s think before we speak.’

“My boobs.” He grins, ear to ear, and as much as you try not to…you do too. You still shake your head to show your disapproval though. Trying to hide the shake of your shoulders from laughing.

This swiftly results in Dean’s chest pushed into the hood of the cop car, Deputy now listing his Miranda rights; “You have the right to remain silent—“

Just cause Dean had the right, certainly did not mean he would.