What lovely locks you have!
　　　And what a lovely voice you have, too.

　　　　　Even if it spits out such gross-sounding words like AGENT and A FEW QUESTIONS.

　　　　　　　　　What, can’t a ghost boy get away with murder?

　　　　　　Who else but us could get away with it?

　　　Clearly, a hell of a lot of people. Just our luck to get stuck with you, Mister Ca-rro-way.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　❝ What kind of questions? ❞
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　❝ Like, my favorite color? ❞

          Tawny irises gaped down towards the teen,
          a feigned smile touched at his features. 

                         Sarcasm —- real cute.

     Too bad he didn’t have time for any of that bullshit. Allowing for a deep breath to evade him, he composed himself once more before cool air emerged from his lips. Sometimes he found himself to be a bit too patient with punks who just want to mess with him, but the younger Winchester indulges this once, knowing the conversation is about to take a different turn.

                      ❝Ha ha. Funny.❞

            He’s  u n a m u s e d.

                            ❝Are your parents home?

                                              ——-I need to talk to them about the missin —- things.❞