[ ..... So maybe Dean's thinking that he might snatch Dean's bow and arrow and go to town on shooting their peanut gallery but he's kind of got better shit to do. Maybe once this whole thing is over, then he'll take advantage but for right now he's dealt with more irritating things in life than someone spewing innocent insults in their direction. And really- it's not like he figures the kid's gonna take a hint.

Keep 'em coming buddy, he just doesn't give much of a shit. Hell's got one up on you when it comes to making him feel like crap, even if his temper is a thing that's easily spiked right now. It's just-- complicated. ]

You say that like it wasn't what I was already doing.

[ Okay no that's kind of a lie, Dean was just going to town because he could, but now he's got his gaze scouring the vicinity, looking hither and to and jabbing the next pumpkin that even dares to cross the invisible threshold that Dean's created in his mind, the one that deems that they've gotten too close to his little brother and deserve to die. ]

There's gotta be a source for the thing- something that's beefing it up. [ Dean's words come grumbled under his breath as he spears another pumpkin and shakes it off his blade, giving it a hard throw and watching the pieces splatter satisfyingly. ]