Dean was laid back on the couch, his feet kicked up on the coffee table flipping through channels as Solvei brought the crying John with her over to the couch. She sat down and nestled herself against him before feeding John. He glanced over, watching for a minute before turning off the tv altogether and wrapping his arm around her.
"Hmmm," He pondered and leaned his head back on the couch, thinking if they should actually leave. He thought probably not. At least not right now anyway because he was actually curious as to who this guy was. She was so quick to up and leave over some dude that was talking to her. Yeah, so he was suspicious.
"Nah," he finally decided and looked down at her and his son. Reaching over, he stroked the back of John's head gently.
"If anyone comes near him wantin' to do him harm, they're dead. Point blank," he said seriously. He didn't care. Mess with him all you want, but you come near Sol or the baby, he'd do the unthinkable.