"Winchester! You got any clients lately!" Gary, the new manager of the Singer Property Agency Limited, pokes his head into Dean's office. "Well, yeah. I've got a couple-" Dean begins before Gary cuts him off. "Great! Listen, Cole just came into my office and told me that one of his clients just fired him. Now we can't afford to lose another client, you know?" Dean frowns. He knew exactly where this speech was going. "Oh no. No, no, no. I'm not taking them. I've got enough on my plate already."

"Too bad. You're taking them anyways." Gary tells him unsympathetically. But one look at the scowl on Dean's face made him sigh. "Listen Dean, our agency is kinda going through a rough patch here so we're gonna need to take in as many clients as we can. And I know you've got a lot going on but you're one of our best," he explains wearily. "Now I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that you can handle it. I know because I've seen you deal with a lot more at worse times."

Dean gives him a blank stare. "Touching speech," he says sarcastically. "But I'm still gonna say no." "No to a raise on your paycheck?" Gary asks slyly. This grabs Dean's attention. "Depends on how much you're raising it by."

"How about a three percent raise on your yearly pay," Gary smiles thoughtfully. "That's an extra 1,620 bucks! Pretty generous." Dean had the 'are you kidding me' look scrawled all over his face. "Make it ten percent." Gary's smile tightens. "Dean, our budget's pretty tight and I don't think-" "Cut the crap Gary." Dean snaps. "I don't believe a single word that's coming out of your mouth. You don't have enough money in the company budget for an employee raise but you've got enough to buy yourself that new Ferrari?"

Gary pales at this but manages to stutter out:"H-how did you find out? It was meant to be a secret." Dean gives him a tight lipped smile. "You've been parking in my spot for the past week, Gary. I had to park my Impala in the grocery store lot across the street. So yeah. I've seen your new ride." "Alright, alright. You got me," Gary chuckles nervously. "How 'bout this? I'll give you a five percent raise if we keep our mouths shut."

"Ten, Gary."

"What? Five is already pretty generous!" he protests.

"Twenty."

"No! We stick to five!"

"Thirty."

"Okay seven! No higher!"

"Forty."

"Not a chance."

"Fifty."

"No! No way!" Gary tries to hold his ground but it's becoming increasingly more difficult.

"Seventy."

"Okay, okay fine! Ten! My final offer!" he pleads, droplets of sweat beginning to form on his forehead.

Dean decides to take pity on the fat, sweaty, balding man in front of him. "Alright, alright. It's a deal." he agrees. Gary sighs in relief and gets up to leave. "Hey try not to strain a muscle there next time, buddy." Dean jokes. Gary gives him a glare over his shoulder and stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Dean smirks.

"Good talk."