Dean tightened up a few of the knots he'd tied and then pulled a pair of pliers from the selection of tools he'd brought over, tossing them up and down lightly in his hand.
"No, you see, we know we can stop the Serpent. We just need a little information from you, is all. You play ball and I don't need to pull your teeth out one by one with these pliers." He tipped his head towards Sam. "Or you make trouble for us, and I let my brother, here, do whatever the hell he feels like doing to rearrange your face."
Glancing over to Selina, he winked and then returned his gaze to Calhoun. "So, who's in charge of your creepy little cult?"