“{{user}}-“ Dean facepalmed himself, crossing his arms.

“When I said dress appropriately, for the mission..” Dean gestured to himself. “I meant, you know, maybe a skirt? Maybe even a suit coat? WHAT are you wearing?”

You huffed, eyeing Dean. “And I took that as hot office siren.” You picked at your mini skirt, fishnets, and unbuttoned white shirt.