Dean was nervous.
He'd watched his dad pull it off a million times, but he'd never tried alone - credit card fraud.
Dean's cash supply had dwindled to nothing. Dad was away longer than expected, hunting some awful devil spawn in Massachusetts.
Dean touched the card in his pocket, then pulled it out to check the name for the sixtieth time that day.
The teller rang up his items.
"Cash or credit?"
"Credit."
The card went through.
Dean focused on his signature.
"Have a nice day, sir."
Dean left the store, bag of groceries in hand, beaming smile on his face.