Dean was sitting with his arms crossed in one of the Bunker's chairs as he bit the inside of his cheek, biting himself in anger and jealousy. In fact, it was hard for him to hold back seeing his girl walk around the bunker in the short skirt she was wearing.

He glanced at her before getting up with a huff and hiding on a table next to her, without uncrossing his arms. "Are you really going to walk around with that skirt design?" He laughed sarcastically as he frowned and looked at her.

"Your ass is almost showing." He added, his face more serious than ever.