"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐃, 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐂 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑷𝑰𝑫 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐒," Dean complained as the three of us crossed the street towards an apartment building where a girl named Meredith had been murdered. The article described the incident with the alarm not being triggered and no signs of forced entry, which piqued our interest. We weren't too far from Chicago when Sam found the article, so we decided to check it out. "I feel like a high school drama dork."
Teasingly, I pinched Dean's cheek, and he swatted my hand away with a glare. "I think you look adorable in your little repairman's jumpsuit. But I agree, these things are annoying. I feel naked under this thing."
Dean chuckled and fiddled with the toolbox in his hand. "What was that play you were in back in elementary school? Our Town? Yeah, you looked really cute up there on that stage."
Sam nodded, remembering the moment fondly. "And we got you those flowers that were way bigger than you."
I shook my head at the Winchester brothers' banter and refocused on the reason we were here. "Look, you want to pull this off or not?"
"I'm just saying, these outfits cost hard-earned money," Dean retorted with a small huff.
"Whose?" Sam questioned, raising an eyebrow curiously.
"Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?" Dean retorted.
"You're so dramatic," I teased, amused.
Feeling Dean's glare burning into my back, I confidently strode into the building, not bothering to wait for the two boys to catch up. I made my way over to the front desk where a woman sat, engrossed in her work.
