"I'd just as soon skip the larva, if you don't mind," Dean said.
Agatha stiffened. "You aren't being very helpful. Or friendly."
"It's not my job to be a demon's fucking little helper!" Dean snarked.
"I can't imagine what I was thinking. " Her tone was frosty. "I've tried to be civil, tried to be nice – "
"You're trying to kill me!"
" – and you treat me like I have cooties!"
"If the shoe fits, whackjob!" Dean shouted.
Agatha drew herself up. "Fine. If that's the way you want it." She snatched the screwdriver from the remains of the cookies.