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“Feds are allowing skirts to do the leg work nowadays, huh? Don’t eat too many of those donuts there, sweetheart; you’ll lose your figure. We all know how much you need that to be in your favor,” the robust deputy cackled, cramming the rest of the powdered donut into his mouth, patting your hip with his other hand.
You inhaled deeply, summoning everything within your being to not fuck this guy up. “My excellent marksmanship and interrogation skills are higher up in things that are in my favor than my ‘figure’, pal. And I’m not just good for a skirt ; I’m best in my unit. Keep your mouth up and you’ll find that out.”
You hear Sam snort behind you before he regains his composure.
“Step aside, darlin’,” you hear behind you. You turn to see Dean rubbing his hands together as he licks his lips. “Nothing gets between a man and his donuts.”
Having not heard the exchange between you and the deputy as he had been flirting with the receptionist, Dean unknowingly throws you over the edge with his comment.
You turn, stalking off to search for some space to breathe in peace.
“She’s pissed, isn’t she?” Dean muffles around his mouthful.
“Yeah,” Sam sighs. “I got her,” he mumbled as he turned to follow you down the hallway of the police station. Even with your short stature and being in heels, you were able to put some distance between you. Sam breaks into a light jog, quickly weaving through staff as he follows the sound of your heels down the hallway.
“Y/N!” he calls your name, putting the “agent” facade aside for the moment. You turn on the ball of your foot, causing Sam to stop short to keep from running into you.
“Don’t you dare come down here defending that asshole, Sam,” you warn, stepping towards him with your finger raised and your eyes narrowed. Sam puts his hands in the air as if asking for a cease-fire.
“I’m not here to defend anyone. I’m here to check on you and calm you down.”
“I am no less of a hunter or investigator just because I’m a woman, and I know I’d be a better cop or agent than that piece of shit,” you quitely fume, leaning your back against the wall of the hallway.
“Without a doubt,” Sam agreed with you. You look up at him stoically, feeling as if he’s only agreeing with you to placate you so that you can focus on the case again. You begin to walk further down the hall towards the exit, only for Sam to lightly grab your upper arm. You look down at his hand before meeting his eyes, a daring glare on your face.
“Y/N, you know that Dean and I see you as our equals, right?” he asserts, his voice low.
“Equal to the legendary Winchesters?” you whisper sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
“Equal to us as men, as human beings,” Sam clarifies. “We don’t dismiss that you’re a woman, but we don’t believe you’re limited by it either,” he paused to tilt your chin up so your eyes met his. “There isn’t anyone on this planet we would choose over you to have our backs day in and day out. I sincerely apologize if we’ve made you feel any other way up ‘til now.”
You smile at him thankfully. “C’mon, let’s go bust this case open, now that we’ve got the chick flick moment out of the way.”
Sam belly laughs, shaking his head as he dutifully follows you, happy to see confidence back in your strut.
Meanwhile...
Dean encroaches into the deputy’s space, “Yeah, you ever touch her again, I’ll break your face.” Dean snarls, “And then, I’ll let her finish you.” He claps the deputy on his back before breaking into a wide grin when you walk back into the room with Sam in tow. “Ah, Agents! Let’s get this rolling, shall we?”