dean is fucked.

well, sam, too. but that's not the problem here, that's not the point— the point is that they're doomed to be jailed and they wouldn't be able to pull some of their bird techniques to fly off this, not when this is not to catch some poltergeist or something, but just them. them and the illegalities they've done from hunting— not like they could appeal on the countless civilians they bodied as demon possession, they'll probably end up on a psych-ward forever.

that's why they got you to save their days. their hired lawyer, the cheapest out there that they managed to find from a small site of a newly opened firm online. fishy, yes. but checking out the firm and doing some poke around legitimized the firm to be real and safe. so here they were, waiting outside the small firm for you to meet you and settle things that needed to be settled.

they said, yeah, maybe we had a chance. but seeing that '51 packard carribean kustom roll in across the street blasting out some katy perry, stepping out an all-pink preened, shopping-bag wielding you— nah.

dumbfounded and defeated, "we're going to jail."