"Why do you want to see last night's CCTV?" Asked the motel manager, whose name tag identified him as Ian McKellan. He was a tall, lanky man, probably only a couple of years younger than Dean, dressed in a cheap suit and a pair of black shoes that didn't look to have seen a spot of polish in a good five years.
"That's for me to worry about," Dean said as he pocketed his fake FBI badge. The motel manager looked at Impala, obviously waiting for her to produce some form of ID as well. "She's not FBI," Dean said irritably. "She's helping me with my investigation. Now, the CCTV?"
The motel manager gave Dean an unsure glance before reluctantly producing a key to the office behind the front desk. Dean and Impala followed the man into the office and stood next to the desk as he logged onto the computer and pulled up the CCTV footage. The manager found the files from the previous night and was about to press play when Dean put a hand on his shoulder.
"If you don't mind," Dean said with a stern look. "We'd like to watch the footage alone."
"Excuse me?" The motel manager said, an irritated tone matching the look on his face.
"You're excused," Dean said, brushing past him and throwing a cheeky smile at Impala, who hid her smile behind her hand. The manager muttered under his breath before leaving the room, but Dean didn't need to turn around to see that he was still lurking around the corner, trying to get a look at the computer screen. "Clearly we won't get any privacy here," he mumbled. Dean dug around in his pocket and pulled out a flash drive, shoving it into the computer and downloading the footage onto it. Impala watched him with wide eyes, clearly fascinated with this technology that she'd not seen before.
"What are you doing?" She asked him.
"I'm downloading the footage onto this flash drive so that we can take it back to the room and watch it with Sam."
"That's amazing," Impala breathed. Dean looked at her for a moment, then back at the flash drive. I never thought about it before, he thought to himself, but yeah, I suppose it is pretty amazing.
Once it had finished downloading, he ripped the device out of the computer, flashed a crooked smile at Impala, and guided her back to the motel room, nodding briskly at the annoyed motel manager as they passed him.