Dean took the punch pretty well, even if it made him bite the inside of his cheek. Shifting from his seat, he cracked his jaw, rolling his shoulders. If he was his dad, he would've damn well throttled this kid, but he refused to be just like his dad.
"Feel any better? You've got a mean swing, kiddo." He reached up, rubbing at his jaw a bit. "This isn't something we're gonna agree on. And I'm not gonna play the douchebag adult card and tell you to shut up 'cause you're a kid, but we're gonna need to find a way to work on this."
He was suddenly very grateful to Sam for all the forced touchy-feely conversations over the years.