At another fast food restaurant in the small town that happened to be in a remote corner.
Dean smiled at Sam while eating a sandwich: "I bet you, Sammy, that kid must be eating inside a jail cell within the police station by noon today."
Sam flipped through the gossip magazine in his hand, and said in a bad mood: "I just asked you to have a meal at noon, and you let others dove in the evening. It's not authentic."
Dean shook his head and said, "You don't understand the sinister heart, Sammy. If the kid doesn't resist the feeling to confess to the police about the two of us, then us going to the restaurant would only get us to make a fool of ourselves."
Sam snorted: "Then we can't help but die like this?"
Dean shrugged: "If that kid didn't confess about us, then after solving this case, we can find a way to save him."
Sam's expression became startled, and he stared at the magazine in his hand. After a moment, he blinked then put the magazine in front of Dean: "I think we might not need to worry about saving him."
Dean frowned and looked at the magazine suspiciously.
'Fear! At an altitude of 30,000 feet, there were even more venomous snakes! !'
According to the description of this gossip-style article, a month ago, on a flight from Hawaii to Los Angeles, unknown thousands of venomous snakes had been secretly put on a plane by terrorists. Fortunately, there was a N.I.A. agent onboard the plane. And under his leadership, the passengers had worked together and managed to escape to safely.
Judging from the plot, this article sounds very outrageous. The agent described as almost omnipotent, just like the lonely wolf hero, or an invincible agent as if they were the star of an action movie. It was stated that even as they were surrounded by a group of snakes they survived, they had even used a food delivery cart to save people. And later he fired a widow on the plane to use the air pressure difference to shoot the poisonous snake out. In the end, the agent also help make the emergency landing and rescued everyone.
Dean stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, then shrugged, and said vaguely, "What's wrong? Do you think this kind of c-rank movie plot is true?"
Sam didn't speak, just reached out and turned the magazine's page.
A photo that had obviously taken from a long distance and was magnified after restoration, appeared in front of Dean.
Dean's mouth grew so large that some crumbs in his mouth fell out without him noticing.
The young man in the photo was getting off the plane, although his facial features are a bit blurred because of the distance. Dean could somehow still tell that the person in the photo looked almost exactly the same as the 'newbie person' who had invited them to dinner at noon today.
Sam came over and whispered: "Now do you know why I am surprised, right?"
Dean pointed to the photo, stuttering a bit: "This photo must be fake...No, it should be the person in the photo is some else, not that newcomer kid at all. You know, some people can look the same to us..."
"Hey, Dean, do you know how awkward you are acting now?" Sam lowered his voice and gritted his teeth. "You know in your heart that the person in the photo is the same person as that guy."
"Well, then I apologise for what I just said." Dean curled his lips. "But Sammy, you should think so. Maybe... the kid happened to be on that plane that day, so he should be a passenger, not That N.I.A. agent."
Sam was a little speechless: "In the United States, do you think out of the gossip tabloids and the regular media, who would expose the photo of the agent more real?"
Dean spread his hands and was speechless.
"So Dean, that buddy was a real N.I.A. agent we meet..."
Dean pursed his lips.
"...and you asked him, invited him to lunch..."
Dean has sweat beads on his forehead.
"...More importantly, you deliberately released his pigeons at night..."
Before Sam could finish, Dean stood up and gritted his teeth and said, "We should go now, Sammy, we must go now."
But then, Dean quickly sat down again and let out a long breath: "But it's probably too late."
Sam followed Dean's eyes and saw Sharon, who was wearing a black suit, black leather shoes, white shirt, and blue tie, appeared at the entrance of the restaurant for some time.
"Damn it, I knew that it is impossible for people in our business to dress so neatly. Even if they wear a suit, they are all from cheap stalls, but Sammy, look at his suit, it probably costs five thousand dollars. Or even above that!"
Dean gritted his teeth and muttered.
"No, at least ten thousand dollars or more, not including his pair of leather shoes."- Sam answered very calmly.
"These **** who only waste taxpayers' money...*Fak*, he is coming over here...Sammy, calm down, keep calm, don't forget this guy can see the difference."
Sam looked at Dean with a nervous face, and some helplessly covering his eyes: "Dean, if he can find us here, it should mean that our identity has already been exposed."
"Oh, that's right. Maybe now this restaurant is surrounded by N.I.A. agents, maybe there are snipers outside looking at our heads..."
While Dean was talking about it, Sharon had already walked up to them and smiled: "I may have remembered it wrong, or did you say it wrong, but didn't we agreed to meet at noon inside the Restaurant?"
"Uh..." Dean opened his mouth, speechless.
Sam had no choice but to say from the side: "Excuse me, agent thank you, but my brother was a little too excited when he knew your true identity."
Sharon raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, before he noticed and scanned the magazine on the table. After seeing the photo on the page, he instantly understood what was going on. Although N.I.A. has tried its best to suppress Sharon's personal information in order to protect the personal safety of one of their agents, it was unable to prevent all large-scale reports.
There was no impermeable wall in the world, let alone for preventing gossip tabloids that are famous for digging up truths. It's just that most people in the U.S. treat news in tabloid tabloids as daily entertainment, and only guys like Dean and Sam take this kind of thing seriously.
Although such things are generally true.
"Sure he's excited? It's not that I'm scared to be speechless." Now that his identity was exposed, Sharon stopped explaining anything. After sitting down across the table, he smiled generously, "As far as I know, Dean and Your father, John, are wanted in several states, right?"
Dean shuddered all over, and he was about to flee. Sam held him down and hurriedly said: "Thanks agent, but please listen to my explanation, my brother and them..."
Sharon waved his hand and smiled: "It's just a joke. By the way, Sam, isn't it your treat for dinner? Then can I order dinner now?"
What can Sam say, even though he and Dean have already eaten, they can only obediently call the waiter over to order, but this time only Sharon gobbled it up, and Dean couldn't eat anymore.