"I borrowed. Unfortunately, it did get destroyed while I was working on something." Dean shrugged. "And, no, we didn't talk about this." He addressed the harem girl. "I've never met you before today. You got the other me; heard he was a real hell of a guy."
"Lane, if they wanted to know the truth, they would. It's not a lack of light on the subject; Joe and Betsy Average don't want to see the truth. They ignore it. They see something odd, and they come up with some 'reasonable' explanation. I've been doing this my whole life, and I've seen how people react to the truth. They don't get better; they get worse. So, I let them have their fantasy. You should, too. You won't get anywhere printing anything about werewolves, vampires, ghosts, demons - you'll be labeled a hack. You'll be lucky to have stuff printed in Weekly World. That's not the kinda byline Lois Lane wants." The older Winchester shook his head.
"You wouldn't have told me what I wanted without coming along. I'm not letting someone get hurt because they're too eager to find out what they think they want to know." He glanced over at the blonde. "I'm sorry I'm not the other guy some days; he seemed to have it all figured out." He gave the apparently naive yet sweet woman a soft smile and a wink.