"You've been in there forever!" Sam complained as Dean emerged from the Copy Jack store. His voice was testy, but not as testy as it was going to be someday soon.
Dean chuckled inwardly as he produced the fake Homeland Security cards. "You can't rush perfection," he explained, without mentioning the extra time he'd spent scanning, printing and laminating a second ID for Sam. That remained in his pocket though, biding its time for the right opportunity. For now, he had to play it straight.
No way they'd get into the NTSB warehouse with an ID that said "Bikini Inspector"!
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