The little cockney asshat was really pushing for a swift kick in the ass. Dean's hands curled into fists, and if Dinah hadn't been standing in the way, he might have at least thrown a punch or two to lay that damn bastard low.
His green eyes narrowed, never leaving the douchebag's face. His head did tilt to listen though. Jaw twitched, lips pursed. He was not a happy hunter, and he didn't like the terms, not even a little. He finally looked down at the blond, pain in his eyes.
"I will kill them if anything happens to him." It was as simple as that. "I will burn this thing down if I have to." It would put Sam in danger, but might get him freed easier as well. It was always a gamble with those two. The anger faded as he looked down at her; he looked hurt and lost for a moment. "Make sure he's okay."