Well, isn't that nice, two assholes to kill here for the price of one. I hate LA. Dean wouldn't let anyone talk badly about Jo the same way that he wouldn't let anyone talk badly of Sammy. They were part of a small group that knew what as really going on, at least, they had been before they all were grabbed here and the fugly bastards they hunted roamed freely in the streets.
"He deserved it," Dean said confidently. "Men with eyesight like that shouldn't be allowed to be surgeons, and I hope you punched your boss too, on your way out. Where did you say you worked again?"
It was Dean's not so subtle way of finding out where to go hunting for the idiots.