Do I look like Google to you- Meg (Goodbye Stranger 8.17)
"Hi." Jason said, relishing in the expressions of panic that cross both Winchesters' faces. He hears a curse, and the older one sullenly steps out of the car. He stays by the driver's side. Smart of him.
Jason moves so that the possibility of him being ran over is lower and stands in front of him. They're the same height, but Jason's slightly bulkier.
"Dude," Dean says, and Jason startles, because woah, they sound exactly alike. "What the fuck?"
"I think you know," Jason says evenly.
"I have no idea where your brother is man," Dean replies.
"See, I'd be more inclined to believe you if you weren't lying to me." Jason arches an eyebrow. " 'sides, aren't you dead?"
Contrary to what the Pretender thought, Jason did watch the news. He suddenly had a slightly disturbing thought. "Are you a zombie?"
Real valid concern. Zombies tended to be taken in by Talia and taught be ninjas. Jason would know. He was one.
Dean gaped. Two seconds later, he started laughing. "No, I ain't a zombie. And I'm clearly not dead, so wherever you heard that was dead wrong." He snickers. Jason groans.
"That was fucking terrible," Jason informs Dean. "Where's Dick?"
"I don't know man." Dean replies.
Jason smiles coldly. "I suggest you tell me before I get upset."
The atmosphere turns deadly. Sam is watching warily from the Impala, slowly inching to the door.
Jason pulls out his gun before Dean can, and has another trained on Sam in the same movement. "Out of the car, Sam." He says flatly. "Hands up Dean."
Dean glares, but complies. Sam gently shuts the door with his free hand.
"Now," Jason sing-songs, "You are going to help me get my brother back."