[Pretty early in the morning after a shower and putting on his usual attire of jeans and a
button up flannel over a white tee Dean's PORTAL is turned on as he worms his way into his heavy leather jacket. He gives the video reciever a glance that's a little more chipper and moves to sit down, leaning forward into a hunch as he puts his leather mask on over his eyes and nose and ties it in the back over his wet hair that's styled into something similar to a faux hawk.]
So, uh... city. If you notice a total lack of me today- don't worry; I'm just takin' this one to myself.
[He is 32 as of 12 AM this morning and birthdays are kind of a shitty thing to deal with by himself. Usually he has Sam around to poke fun at how he's getting older- but he doesn't. So all this cheerfulness is an act. On the inside he's depressed and a little angry.]
For anyone new who hasn't had the pleasure of meeting me yet. I'm Ron McGovney. I'm a cop.
[He pulls out a badge and flips it open. It has his picture ID and the name there. It all looks legit. He waves it around dramatically after the cameras hit for a few moments.] See?
There Tony, like I promised. In tiny print and leather. You can go don your suit now- or jack off to a women's health editorial on Bayer asprin.
[Dean gives the screen a thumbs up.] I'm outta here.