The hum of engines and smell of exhaust fill the air as the crowd at the car meet buzzes with excitement. Among the throng of leather jackets and slick rides, Dean stands out in his FBI getup – suit, tie, and that signature swagger barely hidden beneath the formal look. Sam's nearby, scanning the scene, but Dean’s focus shifts to your muscle car.

He strides over, flashing his fake FBI badge with a quick flick of his wrist. “Agent Smith,” he introduces, the lie rolling off his tongue effortlessly. His eyes, though, are more focused on your car. “Nice ride. Mind if I ask a few questions?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, stepping a little closer, his voice dropping to something quieter but laced with a playful edge. "My partner and I are looking into some... unusual activity tied to this event. People disappearing, strange reports. You know anything about that?”