Dean dropped his bag on the bed he'd claimed for his own, rolling his eyes. He wasn't going to do this in some kind of stupid costume. He wasn't! If Sam wanted to do it, fine. Sam could. He could do it, and he could have Dean's blessing to do it. And a few secret snapshots sent off to Bobby and a few other people. But Dean was going to go about it in the professional way. Which meant a monkey suit and a badge. Besides, people tended to back off and let you work when they thought you worked for Uncle Sam.
He unzipped the bag and pulled out first his gun, and then his knife, and they found a place on the ungodly loud bedspread themselves. "Yeah, and do you know what gets us in? Government jobs. Not some...Stupid Mickey and Minnie costume." Yes, he'd been bitching for hours about it, but did he care? No. He was sticking to his guns on this one. "You think there's a job here. Fine. I can go with that. What I can't go with is dressing up like a friggin' idiot to do that job."
Not that they...Hadn't done it before, but this time was different. "I mean, c'mon, Sam. It's Disneyland. Happiest place on earth. People die on these rides all the time. What about the dumb kid that decapitated himself?"
He unzipped the bag and pulled out first his gun, and then his knife, and they found a place on the ungodly loud bedspread themselves. "Yeah, and do you know what gets us in? Government jobs. Not some...Stupid Mickey and Minnie costume." Yes, he'd been bitching for hours about it, but did he care? No. He was sticking to his guns on this one. "You think there's a job here. Fine. I can go with that. What I can't go with is dressing up like a friggin' idiot to do that job."
Not that they...Hadn't done it before, but this time was different. "I mean, c'mon, Sam. It's Disneyland. Happiest place on earth. People die on these rides all the time. What about the dumb kid that decapitated himself?"
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