you were sitting at the motel table, scrolling through articles and a various amount of web pages, trying to find new info on the case. dean walked in, a plastic bag in his hand.

"get up, come on." he said, ushering you up from the chair and over to the bed, a mild look of confusion over your face.

he poured the contents of the bag out onto the bed, revealing a small selection of different colors of nail polish. "the store person said this was the most popular brand" he shrugged, as if it wasn't anything special.