Dean gave Dinah a slight nod; he was only just keeping it together. As the blond woman passed by, he looked at the guy who was still bleeding. His jaw tightened as he tried to look into the tent to see something before his attention went back to the jackass.
He didn't say anything more, just took a step back and waited. He could wait as well as the angel, almost as well. Hands in jacket pockets, he settled into a comfortable stance that suggested he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Not unless it was inside and hopefully meant he got to put his fist in a particular face. His lips twitched, just a bit, as if he wanted to but wouldn't quite yet smile.