Washington DC
Sam and Dean Winchester parked their Impala a few streets away from the White House, ready to take on yet another case.
"So, how should we do this, Dean?" Sam asked his brother. "Should we just put on some suits and march into the White House like we own the place or what?"
"Nah, I don't wanna risk security knowing we're fakes" Dean replied. "I got a better idea."
"Hello, everyone." Enthusiastically said a woman wearing a red blazer to a group of tourists in the White House. "I'm Donna, your tour guide, and welcome to the beautiful White House. You can take pictures, and please don't stray from the group, also..."
"So, what's our plan?" Sam whispered to Dean, tuning out their tour guide's monologue. "Do we just find that Cory kid, ask some questions, and get the hell outta here?"
"I guess so." Dean whispered back. "Looks like that kid's our best shot if we wanna gank this demon."
The tour guide then began to lead the group of tourists through the White House. Most of them were interested in seeing the sights, or to kill some vacation-related boredom, but the two hunters in the crowd had other priorities. Dean was using his homemade EMF detector he made out of a Walkman for its intended purpose, with no results, while Sam was actually paying attention to the tour guide's monologue, but keeping a lookout for a certain teenager at the same time.
"Dude, we're moving too slow. We need to get away from this gang." Dean said to Sam.
"But aren't they gonna notice us?" Sam replied. "I mean, I'm like, a 6'4" giant, and you're practically a human Ken doll, so it's not like we're unnoticable or anything."
"True, true. Let's go anyway."
The two brothers waited for a good moment, then escaped from the crowd in search of a good lead. They wandered around the White House for a bit, their best disguise being the act of pretending that nothing was wrong, until they passed by a slightly overweight African-American teenager.
"Excuse me, are you Cory Baxter by any chance?" Dean asked the boy.
"How'd you know my name?" The boy replied in a confident and somewhat surprised tone. "Is this about my presidential bobbleheads? Cause president Martinez has already prevented me from selling them. He said it was a bonehead move or something, but I think of it as more of a bobblehead move."
"No, actually." Dean began to explain. "I'm agent Iommi, and this is my partner, agent Osbourne. We're here to ask you some questions about the death of Ronald the head steward."
Cory's expression changed from one of confidence to one of pure fear and anxiety.
"Sirs, I... I can tell you everything that happened, but you're not gonna believe it, trust me." Cory explained.
"Don't worry, you can trust us." Sam replied. "We've practically been to hell and back with many of our cases."
"...And then she turned around, her shirt was all bloody, and I just screamed." Cory explained to the two "agents" while the three of them were sitting in his room.
"So, did it smell like sulfur in there? Or did you notice anything else out of the ordinary?" Sam asked Cory.
"Yeah, it did smell kinda funky." Cory answered. "But the weird thing is that when my dad heard me scream, he came right downstairs, and then Sophie stopped acting weird, and she was her normal self."
"Weird..."
Just then, the door to Cory's room opened, and in walked the last person the Winchesters and lone Baxter expected. America's Angel, AKA Sophie Martinez.
"Hey, Cory." The president's daughter said cheerfully. "Here with some friends?"
Cory looked somewhat as if he was paralyzed with anxiety, but he pushed through it and answered Sophie's question.
"No, Sophie. I'm just here with..."
"Agents Osbourne and Iommi." Dean interrupted. "We're just asking Cory some questions."
"About what?" Sophie asked, still childishly upbeat.
"Christo." Sam whispered.
Sophie didn't flinch or show any signs of demonic possession.
"Hmm?" She inquired.
"Christo?" Sam repeated. "It's Latin for God. I was just making a quick mental note."
"Anyway, thank you for your time, Mr. Baxter." Dean said to Cory while getting up. "If you have any questions or concerns, please call us."
"Will do." Cory assured him. "By the way, take my card."
Cory took a business card out of his pocket and gave it to Dean. The Winchester brothers then both left Cory and Sophie behind.
"Well, we know the demon's not in Sophie's body anymore." Sam explained to Dean.
"But God knows where it is now." Dean said. "It could be using anyone in here as a meatsuit. And nice job with the whole Christo thing."
"Yeah, I know, right? I can't believe we've only used that like, once or twice."
"Anyway, you wanna take a look in the kitchen and see what we can find?"
"Nah, I don't wanna risk getting caught by security."
"Then I guess we could wait until tonight, and just have Cas zap us in and out or something."
"Smart thinking, Dean."
Sam and Dean then exited the White House and drove to a nearby motel, where rest, fast food, and reruns of old crappy sitcoms awaited them.
