"Yeah I figured." If he were honest, Dean would have admitted he was actually trying to do more than that. "Punched things that were harder than my fist." He tried to keep the sarcasm out of his tone. Though putting it in when your throat was all tore up was a little harder than leaving it out.
Dean sniffed at the things she was pulling out of the cooler. Maybe he was hungrier than he was ready to admit.