Tittle: Little White Lie
Challenge: Alarm!
Diclaimer: Not mine. So sad.
A/N: Dean screws around before they even start a case. Sam is disdanful.
Dean woke up to a cell phone alarm he'd never set.
"Shit, I'm gonna be late for work," said the female voice lying next to him. She left Dean with only memories.
Sam walked into the motel an hour later, stretching. Dean was up, tightening his tie. Sam looked at the suit, "Give me a minute."
They arrived as Feds at the morgue. When they met with the doctor a sense of alarm overcame Dean. Sam flashed his badge unaware it was she whose presence forced him to sleep in the impala.
She smirked. "I thought you said movie producer?"