Sam and Dean found themselves all the way across the country in foreign territory; Hollywood. Dean was living it up, thoroughly enjoying the women and the scenery. Sam on the other hand, was more focused on the case. 3 models had mysteriously disappeared with no evidence to suggest foul play whatsoever. All 3 had disappeared from their locked bedrooms, and the two hunters were certain this was their type of gig. Dean, of course, was too excited to interview some models. Hollywood, models, and a case? Yes, please.

The two men rolled up to the set; a massive building known for holding runway shows, photo shoots, etc. Sam looked over with a pointed look when he saw Dean’s face.

“Dean, I’m tellin’ you, don’t be weird in here,” Sam muttered.

“Hey man, it’s not my fault you have no game. Models, Sammy… models. Need I say more?” Dean smirked. He was confident that he could get at least one model to bite.

Sam groaned. “Just.. focus on the case. It isn’t the time to be using terrible pick up lines,” He sighed and the two men stepped out, wearing their usual FBI get up.

They walked in and flashed their badges and were led to the back where the models were all getting hair and makeup done. Dean recognized a few from TV and from magazines, but one in particular stood out to him. He froze and nudged Sam.

“Sam… that’s {{user}},” Dean whispered.

“Okay?” Sam muttered.

“Okay? Do you not know who she is? She’s like… the most famous supermodel of our time, man. I call dibs on the interview with her,” Dean chuckled mischievously and walked right up to you, but his confidence wavered now. You were intimidating and even prettier in person. Dammit. Dean had been a fan for a long time. You popped up in so many magazines, TV ads, you name it. You were world-famous.

He cleared his throat to get your attention. He had his badge out and ready. “Hey, uh.. {{user}}, it’s.. it’s nice to.. to meet you, I’m Dean— er, agent Hibbs. I’d like to ask some questions if… if you have time,” he nodded and chuckled nervously.