Dean grunted irritably as Calhoun tried to shove them off and when he swung for Selina, Dean saw red and his fist landed cleanly in the guy's face. "Sammy, deal with his asshole before I do," he growled, shoving the man hard against the wall and leaving him for Sam to drag along to the car. After all, Sam was considerably larger and stronger than him.
He opened up the car and popped the trunk, eyeing the area as he brought handcuffs over, clipping them around Calhoun's wrists. "I'm thinkin' trunk?" This jackass didn't get to ride in a seat, thank you very much.