Benny folded his arms. "You gonna fight me, old man?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. His Southern drawl was coming in thick. "Let me tell you, cher, you can't take me." He tousled Ben's hair as he came up to him, Claire looked torn for a moment, but she baked up and stood by Dean, grabbing his hand.
Dean snapped, "Benny, you know you're not allowed to see the kids unless I say so. I don't know how you knew we were going to be here, but my life is mine. I chose Daniel. He understands me better than you ever did. I can talk to him about anything. He doesn't hit me." Dean glared at Benny, who had the grace to look guilty. "Papa hit you, Daddy?" Claire asked, looking up at Dean.
"Don't worry about Daddy, Claire. Daddy's okay." Dean said, glaring at Ben until his son had left Benny and came back to him and Daniel. Dean squeezed Daniel's shoulder. "Daniel can break you in half, Benny." Dean told him firmly.
"I can't believe you told our kids I hit you! And if you try and keep my kids from me, we'll go back to court. And I will break your cradle robbing boyfriend in half." Benny snapped, skipping into a fighting stance.