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Int. Fayetville police station. Dean and Sam enter through a door. A group of police officers are standing around talking and enjoying pieces of cake.
DEAN: Uh, was it the suits, or do we give off some sort of a Fed stench?
SAM: Well, uh, we are here investigating the death of private Jackie Prescott.
SAM: Yeah, we did.
DEAN: What makes you so sure it was him?
SAM: So, is he in custody?
DEAN: Well, that's a hell of a way to go.
DEAN: Mm. Yeah.
SAM: (cutting off Dean’s access to the cake) No, uh, y-you know what? Uh, we're okay.
SAM: It looks great, but we're . . . no, we're all right. Uh, we do have one more question. Were there any bite marks found on the body?
DEAN: Well, sheriff, thank you for your time.