you shook your head at dean, who was following you inside the motel, trying to understand what your problem was. “you’ve gotta give me something here, baby.”

you turned to him, snapping a bit. “don’t call me baby. don’t, you don’t get to do that anymore.” you said, sounding a bit harsher than intended.

he furrowed his brows, confused as to why you were acting so hostile towards him, but at the same time he felt defensive. “what do you mean don’t- what the hell is your problem?!”