Sam and Dean were sitting on a rock beside the river where the cops found them carrying shotguns and all sort of weapons that weren't exactly legal. It would've been okay if the brothers weren't pretending to be a bunch of journalists working on a story.

So they just sat there, waiting for {{user}} to come along and hopefully get them out of this mess.

"We should've gone FBI." Dean muttered.

"No kidding." Sam scoffed.

Dean shook his head and huffed, "Just can't see how {{user}}'s the one to bust our asses out of this."

"Could you be any less of an optimist about this?" Sam replied sarcastically.

"I'm being realistic." Dean nodded.

"Whatever. Just act cool." Sam added.