You roll your eyes, pistol still aimed at the Winchesters. “He’s not dead, is he?” you ask drily.
Dean’s jaw clenches. “Alright, sweetheart. You’ve been riding our asses and screwing us over the entire case. That ends now.”
“Does it?” You flash a smile. “Here’s the way I see it. Your brother has a bullet in his shoulder, you have a bad attitude, and I don’t have time to babysit your dumb asses all day. So, unless you want me to shoot him in the other shoulder, the two of you are going to get back in your car and go back to wherever the hell you came from.” You wiggle your fingers in a cheeky wave. “Bye, boys.”
You turn on your heel and head for your car, already thinking about your investigation and the witnesses you still need to question, when there’s a sharp tug on your arm. Dean whips you around to face him, green eyes blazing.
“No way, Y/n,” he growls. “This is our case.”
You raise your pistol. “I warned you-”
Dean grabs your wrist and twists. Your gun falls into his waiting palm. “Like I said. This is our case.”
You take a step closer to him, eyes narrowed. “I’m not going anywhere, Dean.”
“Then it looks like we’re working together now.”
You clench your teeth. “Fine.”