Dean moved at the wrong damn moment, and instead of Alec hitting his chest, he made contact with his ribs and there was an audible cracking of bones. "Fuck, son of a bitch!" Dean cried out as he doubled over in pain, his hand protectively over the injured area. It took him a minute to compose himself and he moved to straighten up. There was a sharp hiss of pain and it hurt to breathe, but he wasn't a quitter.
"You little fuck, I'm going to kill you." He growled, sweat dripping down his face, a small gash above his eyebrow and his mouth still full of blood.