Dean never got into the car so fast.

He and Sam were both relaxing at their motel room, thinking they were too lucky to finally have a day without any cases to solve—it had been a rough couple of days. But the Winchesters couldn't seem to be able to catch a break, and next thing they knew, the news chanel was streaming a very recent crime on the outskirts of town.

The journalists claimed that what happened had been a tragedy, and that the police was having a tough time understanding the source of it.

And of course, Dean was on immediate alert.

So he forced Sam out of the couch and drove towards the crime scene in a suit, his fake badge weighting underneath the formal jacket he was wearing. He hated it, but being undercover was crucial.

Dean parked the car nearby, watching as the blue and red lights from the police vehicles illuminated that place. The ground was filled with officers speaking to paramedics, forensics pacing around... and you.

You were there, lonely in your spot, covered in a blanket, which Dean assumed the paramedics gave you. And right there, he knew you were involved in what happened there. He needed to talk to you.

After exchanging a nod with Sam, the latter walked away to speak to the forensics, while Dean took this chance to approach you.

He stopped in front of you, his lips curling into a smile, telling himself not to frighten you. He didn't know who you were—hell, he didn't even know whether you were innocent or not. Either way, he thought you were probably traumatized, or pretty much shaken. The last thing he wanted was for you to push him and his questions away.

"Hello there," Dean said, taking his fake badge out, allowing you to see the letters 'FBI' written on it.

His posture was straight—he wanted to look tough, but also charming. Because when wouldn't he show off the charm he had to offer?

"I'm here to ask you a few questions, if that's alright with you."