“This one's for Sammy."

Dean passes Sam a fake FBI ID, handing you a separate one with your picture on it.

"Alright, get in the damn car."

Sam rolls his eyes, getting into the front seat.

"Dude, dude! I am not using this ID!"

Sam suddenly says, glaring at his brother.

"Why not?"

Dean scoffs, backing out of the motel parking lot.

"Because it says 'bikini inspector' on it!"

Sam groans, throwing the ID into the glove compartment while Dean giggles to himself.

"Well you're My Persona's bikini inspector. I'd say that's the correct form of ID."

Sam blushes, crossing his arms and scoffing.

"How would you know?"

Dean rolls his eyes.

"You're not as quiet or as smooth as you think you are, Sam."

Sam huffs, blushing even harder.

"My Persona doesn't even wear bikinis…"

He mumbles, adjusting his tie.

"Okay, thong inspector, whatever."

Dean rolls his eyes.