The Impala pulls up in front of the 'Mirror Universe' building, engine rumbling. Dean shuts off the engine and you, Sam and Dean get out of the car. Sam was on the phone, still sitting in shot gun as you were leaning on the door.
"Yeah, I know it's a long shot, Rowena, but just try, okay? I mean, try." Sam begged. Sam then exhales sharply.
"She in?" You questioned, squinting from the sun hitting your face.
"She thinks it's dangerous and insane." Sam mentioned. "But, yeah, she's in."
"Well, she knows what Jack's capable of." Dean opened Sams door and signaled him to get out.
Sam smirks gets out of the car.
As you, Sam and Dean enter the building a man on a scooter rides past them.
"Excuse me, coming through." He bumps you into Dean.
You mumbled angrily, "I'm not in the mood."
The three of you look around the office as the walk towards the receptionist. Indistinct office conversations occur around you.
"Nerds." Dean scoffed.
"Takes one to know one." Sam chuckled.
"What?"
"You. Come on, man. You're always calling me a geek, but you know every word to every Led Zeppelin song -- backwards and forwards -- you can discuss in detail every major rock drummer between '67 and '84, and... you watch "Jeopardy!" every night." Sam glanced at you as you were struggling to keep a normal face.
"Okay. All right, yeah." Dean brushed it off.
"But I'm nothing like these, uh, you know, gaggle of Zuckerbergs."
"They're not-" You scoffed, "never mind."
"Mirror Universe builds facial-recognition software. They've got contracts with -- with basically every law-enforcement agency on the planet." You tried to explain.
"Okay, so?" Deans face expressed confused.
"So w-we need to track Jack, but he flies, so if we can't go ahead and track his license plate, maybe we can track his-"
"His face." Dean finally understood.
"His face, exactly." You nodded in annoyance.
"Okay." Dean shots a glance over at the receptionist, knowing he thought she was cute.
"Oh, I got this." He slicks his hair. Dean approaches the receptionist, showing his FBI badge.
"Can I help you?"
"Hi. I'm Dean Winchester, and I'm looking for the devil's son." Deans eyes widened, wondering what the hell just happened. You stood behind Dean, just as confused.
"-What? -What?" Dean and the woman spoke in unison.
"Sam-" Your face squints, puzzled.
"Hold on, listen." Sam closely listened in, hearing Dean speak again.
"Uh," Dean chuckles, "I meant," Dean cleared his throat, "I'm Dean Winchester, and I'm looking for the devil's son. This badge is fake." Dean looks at his badge and laughs nervously.
"Excuse me."
Dean walks away, passing two men walking through the office to get to you and Sam.
"Hey. I'm sleeping with your wife." One worker spoke, confused as well.
"I know. Kind of into it." The other worker mentioned. You grimaced.
"What?"
Sam and you heard the men, both exhaling surprisingly. Dean approaches you, eyes wandering through the office.
