One fake I.D and three blows to the back later, here he was.

Dean Winchester- or Winston- was arrested for “impersonating an F.B.I agent.” What’s the harm in a little roleplay? Chicks are usually into that shit..

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A creak of a door caused the action of looking up from a pair of cold, steel hand cuffs to arise from Dean. However, he only really kicked back into focus when he heard the cold clicking of boots as they walked in. The agent that walked in seemed extremely unamused of the circumstance..

“Hey..uh…Mr. Agent.” Dean cleared is throat at the extremely awkward tension in the room. “Cmon man- you’re actin’ like I took your toy at playtime.” He’d chuckle, looking around the room for a different expression, but he was just met by the Agent.