Charlotte and Sam dressed up formally, Charlotte wearing a button down white shirt with a purple vest and same pencil skirt of the dullish version of the usually vivid color. Charlotte spent an hour or so trying to get every blonde curl into the tightly restricting bun she detested while Dean was fighting with her like an older brother getting ready for a date for sink space. "Dean bug off, this is for the case!" She complained as he had shoved her away from the sink so he could watch himself in the mirror when washing off the muck.

"Sorry Princess Bubbles, -" But Dean never got to finish his sentence, because he was down on the floor with a grunt as soon as Charlotte hooked one of her purple heeled feet to his ankle and pulled back towards her, a simple enough move.

"Don't call me Princess Bubbles." She huffed, finally pinning her hair back successfully and walking back out, Sam waiting for her in the living room centric place. "Let's go." She smiled, a bit of a smudge of lipstick going past the boundaries of her lips, however faint; Sam noticed and wiped it away.

Once she gave him a questionable look, Sam looked away and cleared his throat "Makeup-and-uhm-not-whatever." He spoke shyly, a blush spreading his cheeks. "Actually, Charlie…" He spoke, having noticed something and putting his hand to her forehead "Are you feeling well?" He asked, noticing how far from normal her temperature was.

"Yeah, I feel fine." She nodded, looking back at him with awry suspicion. "Why?" She asked as a light flickered above their heads, stupid old motel.

Sam noticed the light and shook his head, "No, nothing. Just looking out for Princess Bubbles." He gave her a small smirk she replied with a grimace. "Okay, fine, ready to go?" He asked, laughing slightly to himself.

Charlie rolled her eyes and nodded "Yeah, let's go." She headed out first, getting in the car and asked Sam "Got an address?"

"Yeah, but I think I should drive." Sam noted, seeing how he had directions and an address and Charlotte was in the driver's seat and tended to take direct orders from no one.

She sighed and rolled her eyes "Fine. You drive." She got out of the driver's seat and they switched spots so she was in shotgun. "Only because you have directions." She huffed and Sam laughed softly as he started up the engine. Charlotte realized if John had tried to work the case here, he would have talked to Constance Welch's husband too, and three was a bit of a crowd when it came to credibility.

Charlie cleared her throat as Sam looked over at her, worried. "What?" Sam asked.

"Three's a crowd, don't you think?" She asked, Sam understanding. He nodded and Charlotte got out, bidding him "Good luck." With a smile and a wink. When she got out, she saw a police car turn the corner into the parking lot. Charlotte's eyes widened and she made a hand signal to Sam to drive now as she recognized the officer from earlier: the Sherriff. Charlotte went inside to warn Dean, who seemed surprised she came back. "Dean, they're here. We need to move now." She told him, seeing how he was still rather dirty and he probably wouldn't stop until he looked to his standards of flawless. Just as Charlotte warned him, there came a knock at the door.

Charlotte reluctantly opened it and was told to put her hands up and walk to the cop car with Dean in tow behind her. Once the officer got them outside, the Sherriff asked, "Fake ID, fake names, tell me, what is real about you two?"

And with that, Dean looked to Charlotte and asked "Are yours real?" he then looked down at her chest and nodded "Yup." Then turned back to the Sherriff and answered him "Our boobs."