He hissed, rocking on his heels with the momentum, but made no move to stop him.Though he made no move to hit him back either, not because he didn't want to but because he knew Dean.Hitting back was a rare occuriance for the passive stoner anyway, and one he only enganged in when he was taken out with the grunts to go croat and demon hunting.
He merly lifted his head, knowning full well he appeared defient, almost challenging, to the other man.Which was just the way he was used to doing it.It hurt like a goddamn bitch, but pain healed and he had his pills if happened to be an arm or a leg-another rarity but nevertheless all the more real-"No"he stated finally, shaking his head negativily.He knew all the right ways to push the hunter, and this was just another one of them.