John looked from Dean to Sam as they each questioned George in turn. He'd love the see the suit get thrown off his game, but if he was anything like John's brother, it'd take more than this.
Also on the edge of his awareness was the last unnamed man, who'd gone into one of the rooms and hadn't come out yet. John itched to check on him, but one thing at a time.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned in a little closer to George/Neal and smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.
"I don't know, right now this seems like a potentially important clerical error. You were scared, I get that, but the game's up. If you're not Neal, you're the only one of us here not on that list and that will only lead me to some conclusions that'll be very uncomfortable for you."