The box could sense Bela's animosity and swayed from side to side, waving a fist. Dean leaned down to soothe it, stroking her sides and setting her down on a mantle, high up enough where no harm would befall her.
"Yes, I have. You're not winning any new friends, you know." He slung his bag over his shoulder and waved goodbye, nodding with his head to tell Bela he was exiting.