As the reached their destination, Dean watched Mika pull out her ID box out of the glove box, smiling warmly at how similar they were in where they stored things, and how.  He wanted to go through the box, and look at all of the IDs, but he knew there was no time, and fully planned to do so later on.

He patted his chest and then his sides, feeling his FBI wallet that Bobby had made him, since his was still in the Impala, in the right side pocket.  Reaching his hand into his pocket, he pulled it out and flipped it open, laughing with a bright smile.

“Agent Seger!”, Dean mused, running his finger over the fake badge, before snapping it shut and stuffing it back into the pocket inside of his jacket, “Bobby knows me so well.”

“I’m ready when you are…”, he leaned over and read the name on her ID, smiling brightly again, “Agent Jett.  Has anyone told you that you look fantastic in blue, Ms. Jett?”

He placed his tongue between his teeth, and opened his door to leave the car.