You're gonna have a helluva time with that.

[ Dean is three seconds away from thrashing like a caught animal, and instead settles for straining against the bindings, jaw clenched. ]

You might have a handfull've demons scared of me from hell, but for the most part, the angels are just gonna wanna kill me.

[ And no way in Hell is he letting her do that. He shifts, just a touch and slams his head forward, smacking it straight into her vessel's nose to snap it, grinning. ]