“Um, duh.” You made a face at him and put your hands on your hips, staring him down in his seat, but Dean didn’t seem very moved.
“You know that’s the wrong way to convince me to let you go on a solo hunt right? Maybe try being nicer,” he suggested, but it only made you want to mess with him more.
“Why is this even up to you?” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air and doing everything in your power not to throw a tantrum like a spoiled five year old. “I’m a grown ass adult!”
“Sure, on the outside. But right now you’re acting like a prepubescent teenager.” With that, Dean rose from the table and walked outside, ending the conversation and leaving you sitting there wondering how hard it would be to hide a spider in his next drink.