snippety-bit: dean's got a chip on his shoulder, can you tell

“I want to be very clear, Captain Henrikson,” Eve says, with faintest of sibilant hisses on his name. “I won’t tolerate any threats of violence towards my agents.”

“With all due respect, director,” Victor replies, leaning on the table between them, “I think I should be the one worrying about that.”

The mother of monsters crosses her legs and folds her hands over her knee, unassuming in a lilac pantsuit and string of pearls. “I think we both know who has the reputation for excessive force in this room.”

Yeah, Dean wants to say. And don’t you forget it, you fucking spooks.

“That would be Agent Castiel no-last-name over there,” Victor says with a raised eyebrow, tapping the top of a file laid in front of him that Dean would swear he’d put there just for show. “I understand he killed eleven people while exorcising a possessed regiment in Virginia.”

Agent Castiel blinks like he’s bored while the other one smiles, slow and mean and toothy, Jesus. If Eve is surprised, she hides it well.

“You know as well as I do that demons seldom leave their hosts alive.”

“And you know as well as I do that my team is no threat to your people,” Victor says. “Provided they behave themselves.”

Dean appreciates that caveat, he really does— because he and Sam were hunters long before they had badges to back it up, and the two FBSI  ‘agents’ sitting in the shitty plastic chairs behind Eve are pinging every hard-earned warning bell he has. From Sam’s ramrod-straight posture in the seat next to him, his brother has the same bad, bad feeling.

Eve smiles thinly. “I won’t repeat myself, captain.”

“Likewise,” Victor says.

They stand, and Eve holds out her hand. Their captain’s got some solid brass balls, no question, and he doesn’t even hesitate before he takes it.

For a moment Eve’s form blurs, and round-cheeked black woman beams at them all before her face ripples back into Mary Winchester’s. 

Fucking spooks, Dean thinks, and doesn’t meet her eyes as she leaves the room.

eeee yay! BUT WHO IS THE TOOTHY ONE NEXT TO CASTIEL (is it Benny no probably not he doesn't tend to smile mean although I'm sure he could if he wanted). (Also, I'm pretty sure Victor's surname is spelt Henriksen.)